Tuesday, November 18, 2014

No jokes, just a recommendation

Fair to say it's pretty hard for most of us to imagine what it would feel like to be trapped inside the wrong body. Harder still to imagine how you process all that if you're a little kid, not to mention if you're the parent of that little kid. It's the morning after I watched last night's episode of Four Corners, featuring transgender kids, and I can't stop thinking about it. That's the power of great and important journalism: when it can make you feel simultaneously sad and happy, powerless and fired up. If you missed it, catch up on iView - it's the best episode I've seen all year.

N.B: On a related note, this article popped up on my Facebook feed today offering an adult perspective on similar issues. I tend to think of myself as an open-minded person (don't we all) and it got me thinking about my tendency to want to put labels on things so, um, yeah. There you go.

Monday, November 17, 2014

If you had a burning desire to see my boyfriend Benedict Cumberbatch do some celebrity impressions and generally be delightful...

... Um, wish granted.

Killer Serial


You may have heard me crap on about my latest addiction: The Serial podcast.

I'm sorry about this, I know I've been shoving it down the throats of friends and family lately.

But also, totally not sorry because it's awesome and I'm doing you a big fat favour by recommending it and giving you the opportunity catch up with a binge listen. It's not exaggerating to say I give a little wheeee of glee every week when the next episode comes out. I have strict rules about where and how I'll listen to it: I have to be able to listen to it all in one go, I try to avoid the possibility of any distractions. I want so much to keep clear in my head all the different characters so, you know, I can get into some wild speculation.

If you're not convinced by my insistence Serial is great and worthy of your time, perhaps you'll listen to The Wall Street Journal? I mean, those guys are smart. They understand numbers and everything. They could probably do your taxes if they wanted.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Testify!


All the seas of joy/ Sound wonderfully near/ Since you've been here


As a teenager I had a big ol' crush on Samuel Johnson, who then played a starring role in not just my fantasies but the popular and really rather good TV show The Secret Life of Us. It helped that he bore (I felt) a passing resemblance to the real life object of yet another (somewhat unrequited) crush: the spritely young chap who would eventually become my husband. (Sidenote: I recently found an old diary which actually drew parallels between my crush on Andy and Samuel's character's crush on Claudia Karvan so... yeah. I was so young and so delusional back them. Also seems like I had kind of a lot of spare time on my hands).

Anyway, I grew out of my Samuel Johnson crush but had I known then what I know now, I suspect I would never have given it up and may have developed into a borderline stalker of the poor bastard because maaaaan he's done a really awfully nice piece of writing for the Saturday Paper this week. You can and you should read it here. If you need me I'll be on the couch mainlining The Secret Life of Us.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Confession time: I love pink hair

"I feel like a Geography teacher going "hey guys, I don't care what's cool, and really, doesn't that make e coolest of all?" No. No it doesn't, and no I won't call you Gary."
Read the rest of the charming article from which this snippet springs here.

Monday, November 10, 2014


Thanks (I think?) to Facebook pal Darren Wong for this one. Also: yikes.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Emotionally mature things I did today #12

Resisted the urge to send my annoying neighbour a shitty, passive-aggressive email that would have been deeply satisfying but would also, in Andy's words, Only Encourage Her. Deep breath, deep breath. This too shall pass.