Thursday, January 11, 2007

Long Day

Oh hurrah, pasta with lemon cream sauce is delicious. Mmmmm. So’s wine. Wine’s tasty too. I’m feeling much better now.

Last night’s swearing at W via the radio tuckered me right out. I overslept my alarm and had to drive at a dangerous speed in order to make it to work in time to lead my meeting this morning. On my way to work, I heard on the BBC that the US evidently attacked an Iranian military base in Iraqi-controlled Kurdistan. Brilliant, George. Fuck up one war, and go start another one, this time with a nuclear power. Thanks. Is this guy missing his precious bodily fluids or something?

I got through the meeting, despite the coffee not kicking in until about half-way through. Then I had to try to finish proofreading an index from hell. Honestly, this freelance indexer must have the most retentive anus in the history of retentiveness. He indexed absolutely everything in the entire book, twice (that’s not good). His sense of organization is frankly bizarre, and I spent days trying to get the blasted index to make logical sense before I could sit down to do the three-hour job of proofreading the thing. Of course the project’s drop-dead date is tomorrow, and lateness will not be tolerated. Just as I was cussing the indexer out for his dumbassness, the freelancer e-mails me about his payment. I didn’t answer.

While giving my brain a break from the drudgery, I came across a very bizarre little piece of news. Canadian coins, it seems, are bugged with movement-tracking software. Since when does James Bond live in Canada? What’s next, Q, and even more groovy gadgets? Seems like a strange way to spy on people, but I have hopes that Canada has plans to liberate us from W. Canadian Bond, help us out, eh?

I stayed late to try to finish the index, but my eyes were starting to cross, so I’ll finish it tomorrow. I came home and made lemon cream sauce instead. And had some wine. Everything is right in Sundryland again. I haven’t turned on the radio, and I don’t have any Canadian money.

19 comments:

Scout said...

I love those evenings when you can come home (and in my case, close the garage door) and know you are in for the night. No responsibilities, no reason to leave, just sit back and enjoy being home. And lemon cream sauce sounds great. As does the wine.

dive said...

Mmm … Certainly does.

I love the euphemism "U.S. contractors with classified security clearances" for "spies" in that story.
I wondered just why the US would be spying on Canada, then it hit me. They've got French speakers up there. France pissed George off by pointing out that invading countries for fun and profit is wrong. Given his skills with an atlas he probably thinks he's spying on France.
Perhaps he's thinking of invading Canada …

The Hangar Queen said...

No wonder the strippers in Montreal used to throw the Canadian dollar coins back at us.Then again it's not like they had pockets.

GG said...

hi sass, i'd love the recipe for that lemon cream sauce. may as well eat like a queen as the world is going to chaos around us.

hm, that attitude might be tempered somewhat by a glass of red. cheers.

Sassy Sundry said...

Robyn, it was wonderful. I got home really late for me (8ish), but I decided that coming home late and just dubbing around for a bit sounded like a drag. So I cooked. Made for a much better evening.

Dive, it made me laugh too. I mean, come on. Spying through change? Someone had too much time on their hands.

Hangar Queen, you threw coins at strippers? I could say something about being a cheapie...

Gaijin Girl, welcome! I will post the recipe. It serves four, but I cut it down to serve 1. It's tasty.

Scout said...

Remember the John Candy movie about the president who needed a diversion, so his people (like Wag the Dog) made Canada out to be enemies, and Candy and his moron troup invaded and threw trash on the ground.

dive said...

Invading Canada seems to be popular over there.
I love the South Park Movie version.
That's still got to be the finest essay on censorship in America ever made. And such great songs, too …

dive said...

(including Michael Mc.Donald, Robyn).

Sassy Sundry said...

I didn't see either, but I've heard.

Dive, I thought that this was about Canada spying on the US, which makes me think they might attack us. Liberation.

dive said...

That would be so cool!
You'd be Canadian!
People all around the world would LIKE you!
Let's hope it's true.

Before Girl said...

Like Homer Simpson said, "Canada! Why, they're America Junior!"

Personally, I think people are anti-Canada because we're secretly jealous they start learning ice skating so much younger there.

Sassy Sundry said...

I love Canada. Except for the time I got tear gassed at the FTAA protest by the Mounties. Then I wasn't such a fan.

Neponset River Bridge Dig said...

I've sworn myself off politics for a while. I guess you could say I'm taking a sabbatical. I thought my head was going to blow right off so I had to give it a rest for my own health.

Sassy Sundry said...

That's why I'm talking about Canadian James Bond and not ranting and raving.

Sassy Sundry said...

Shenanigans are more fun if they're Canadian.

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Old Knudsen said...

Oh good, I'm trying to avoid talking about the war but in my predictions it did mention war with Iran. I tried to give strippers 20p pieces but they complained about not being slot machines and threw me out, strange I thought as the coins fitted nicely. Canada has the most Muslims outside of Muslimville, those buggers had better start acting like they want to help get rid of the terrorists or theres going to be a witch hunt, people hate whats different remember.

The Hangar Queen said...

I really gave some thought to moving to Canada at one time.Until I heard that their national dish was the doughnut.
Much like Canada itself.Sweet,well-rounded with absolutely fuck-all in the middle of it.
Btw stupid us thought that tipping the strippers in local currency would be a way to avoid 'typical'American insensitivity abroad.For once they were the aggressors demanding US dollars and pitching the loonies and twonies at my colleagues and I.
In my defence that was all a long time ago back when I was penisy.