old blog/new blog

This painful but necessary event must unfold. New Blog: meganschatz.tumblr.com


Old Blog: "No, Megan."

Readers: "There's no hope for him now, Megan. He's sufferin' and you know we've got to do it." 

Megan: "I know, Readers. But he's my blog. I'll do it." 


And with a single blow of the shotgun, Old Blog is gone, and a girl is devastated.

~fin~

I dreamed a dream

Last night I had a dream that I was holding a baby. So sweet and nice, had the new baby smell, was plump and cuddly, all of the good baby things. I woke up, but I didn't remember the dream until this afternoon. It came rushing back, and so then I had the amazing experience of losing something I never had.
Calm down uterus, I will let you know when I am good and frigging ready.

Sigh. Goddamn it.

How did this happen?

how is summer over already? such crap :)

I keep hoping for just one more day of beautiful sunshine and warmth, and for the light not to go away at 6:30. guess that's what I get for living in sask. probably better than a sunny place like cali though, with earthquakes and the possibility of the entire state falling into the ocean. yeah, I like my chances better here at the center of the continent.

Septembre!

So Jenna came back from Alberta quite a while ago, I shoulda posted these piccies when she came home

Promises you don't intend to keep?

I still have time to post twice! THERE'S STILL TIME!!!

In the meantime, here are two of my favourite Kids in the Hall skits:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8CfKD5Zo_U - One-Thousand Dollars

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_LrlMoIzSjw&feature=related - The Daves I Know

End of May

So I was informed last night that I was in danger of not blogging this month...crisis averted!

I will post at least twice in June to make up for May

The Origins of Pirate Lester

A lot of people don't know this, but in highschool my sister drew a hilarious series of comics about a pirate named Lester. Unfortunately, only one of those comics still remain, the rest have been lost or thrown away. The picture below describes how Lester came to be a pirate, click for larger image.

You stupid monkey!

Most of my work days, I feel one or both of these:

Worker Drone!

Self Explanatory!

...all the while feeling like one or both of these:

Drained!

Lame :)

Still, I gotta love my team. Best ever.

You know you're lame when...

...you're listening to your iPod on the bus, and someone's cell phone starts ringing and the ringtone is really loud rap music, and your first thought is "Your rap interrupted my Backstreet Boys jam!"

High over the moon, around the stars and back to earth to you

It's a weird, contemplative afternoon all of a sudden.

I was just hoping to kill some time listening to music at the computer, so I went on thesixtyone and a new song started playing, and it got me to thinking about nothing in particular I guess, because then the snow that looked ugly outside started to look beautiful. It helps that there's an amazing spruce tree as the backdrop to watching it all drift and swirl by.

If anyone's looking for a good song to watch the snow fall to, try and find We Could Be Friends by Freelance Whales.

My Life

A late night at work.
Twenty-sixth day in a row,
Not counting pre-Nov.

Will it ever end?
Optimism states "For sure!"
Reality: No.

Do I like my job?
Indeed, and I love my team,
But late hours are rough.

Fave Coach Beiste Quotes from Glee

Beiste: My name's Shannon Beiste, I'm the new football coach. Spelled B.E.I.S.T.E. It's French.

Beiste: Do NOT get up in The Panther's business, lady. You're all coffee and no omelette.
Sue: That doesn't make any sense.

Beiste: Alright boys, pizza party - dig in. Everyone gets four slices, let's go! And when you're done, full pads out on the field. We're doing wind sprints. First ten to puke are off the team.

Beiste: I am captain of the U.S.S. Kick Ass, not the U.S.S. Back Talk.

Beiste: Stop staring at me like a donkey with a wooden leg, go get suited up!

Beiste: Watch your tone with me Missy, you crap on my leg and I'll cut it off!

Beiste: Maybe I'll get a job as a cooler at a honey-tonk bar, or maybe an ice-road trucker.

Beiste: You really think I'm pretty Will?
Will: Inside and out.

Will Orlando be the most magical place on Earth?

I guess I'll find out.

When I was in grade 9, my family (Mom, Dad, Jenna) went on a vacation to Disneyland in California, and it was pretty much the best place ever. It rained every day there except for the day we arrived and the day we left, we even had to buy raincoats there. Apparently that was more rain in that little timeframe than they normally get for the year, so I kind of get a kick out of that. I find myself thinking back on that vacation frequently, and I feel so lucky that I got to go and I've always had this feeling that nothing would ever top it, or that I wouldn't ever want anything to top it.

Now I'm living this opportunity to compare Disneyland in Anaheim with Disneyworld in Orlando very soon, and I'm so excited. I know it will be spectacular but I'm wondering how I could ever get it to top California? The way I've been trying to describe it to people is: remember how you felt when you were 15, how everything was either AMAZING OMG :D or KILL ME NOW :( ... well, Disneyland was actually amazing, but I was 15 when I went there, so how is a vacation to the most magical place on Earth when I'm 24 going to compare to when I was 15? I guess it'll just be a different kind of amazing, or maybe I'll find myself 15 again.

MLIA :(

As sad as this is, I'm really only posting today because it's the last day of September and I didn't want to have nothing posted this month.

I'm missing being a student. I was sitting in Trifons yesterday with Chris and I was watching the students walk by, with their backpacks and a general aura of urgency, and I realized that I'm not a part of that culture anymore. I still carry a backpack and wear scrubby clothes, but it's not the same at all. I want to cling to it but kick it in the face at the same time, it's weird.

O.M.G.

I was googling for fun, and I decided to google "chrisism" to see if it came up with anything. I actually assumed it wouldn't come up with anything, because I thought I had coined the term, but what I thought to be an original word actually had quite a few hits.

My definition of "chrisism" is any phrase that I feel no one but my Chris would say, ever...ever...because half the stuff he says is just so wonderfully weird, no one but him would think to say it. Language is super fun to play with, and he gets that. Often they are deliberate, but I swear just as often they are so weird I wonder whether he just talks without thinking :)

To my surprise, the very first result was from Urban Dictionary, and the definition is as follows: "A verbal thought or question spewed forth without any thought given to it."

So how's that for evidence for the Jungian collective conscience theory? Is that enough proof?


And speak of the devil:

Chris has been playing this game called "Shores of Hazeron" and he made what I can only describe as the most horrifying creature you would ever want to play. It has a horse's torso, human legs, human arms, a dragon's tail, and two heads. Oh, also butterfly wings. He showed me just how he created this monster, and we played around with the program for a while, all the while making this thing more grotesque and comical. It eventually had huge feet and huge arms, which when set in motion looked hysterically funny. Chris was actually to the point of tears he was laughing so hard. I asked him why he had made the feet and hands so large, and he said "It's so he can feet while he walks!"

Also, his creature has the fighting power of "psychic radiation," where he'll attack you with, you guessed it, psychic radiation, and if you get hit with this psychic radiation you will eventually die of brain cancer. This also had Chris in tears :)

Little bread-and-butterflies kiss the tulips, and the sun is like a toy balloon

Today after work, I cut across Victoria Park on the way to the bus stop. Usually I stick to the sidewalk within the park, but today I decided to walk across the grass, and I'm happy I did. A few steps in, I noticed a butterfly, and it must have noticed me back because it fluttered beside me until almost the very edge of the park.

For a few minutes I had the prettiest companion in the world.

There are so many different kinds of trees

Last night while Chris and I were walking to The Abbey, the conversation turned to trees.

Verbing a noun: "They birched up from the ground, and we decided to call them trees."

My life is heaven.

This is the beginning. The beginning of the story. The beginning.

So I actually managed to convocate. Holy crap, right? With all of my negativity it still managed to happen. I kind of thought it would all come crashing down on me (karma for being so negative, if one believes in such things), but no, it definitely did not.

The ceremony was at Conexus Arts, and when I arrived they gave me my gown, hood, and degree, and then we all waited (not unlike cattle) to be herded into our seats on the stage. The ceremony itself had some interesting parts, but it also felt like a lot of waiting.

Here I am, waiting under the extremely hot lights of the stage.

Almost there, Megan! It's not like you already have your degree tucked under your arm or anything!

Family photo afterwards. If you're wondering why most of us are squinting, it's because it was misting out and the sun was shining in our eyes and there were mosquitoes and also the mosquitoes were biting us.

This is the ending. The ending of the story. The ending.

It's beginning to look a lot like CHRISISM

Verbing an adjective: "That kid is very runny." (not as in his nose is runny, but that he runs a lot)

(image: hyperbolyandahalf.com)

Slainte Mhath

So this was the first year I ever went to Mosaic, and it was an experience and a half. There were 19 different cultural pavilions to visit, but there was no way to visit them all in just three short days. Chris and I managed to go see 12 though, and they were all awesome in their own way. We bought our passports, and originally there were only a few places I wanted to check out, but having that passport (which also doubled as a buspass to each pavilion) stamped at each location was kind of addictive, I just wanted to see everything there was. I admit that after the end of each day, though, I was pretty tired from all of the travelling around!

• the Carribean pavilion was our eighth stop, and had the hugest line that we waited in, and was also the most disappointing stop for me. It was very overcrowded and I thought it had more good hype than it was worth. The steel drums were pretty sweet though.


• The Chinese pavilion was our seventh stop, and was one of my favourites. It had a beautiful bonzai tree garden (I had no idea there were so many different types) and I got my name written in Chinese (they took the sounds of my name and reinterpreted them into their writing system. It turns out I'm 'flower-root' which is pretty sweet). They also had a Chinese Yo-yo demonstration, which was pretty amazing. I almost tried it out, but then I got all weirded out because we had to be on stage and then there were only little kids trying so then I was all like "Yeah, NO!"
  
  
  

• Ethiopia was our ninth stop, it was really close to the Caribbean pavilion and in my opinion much better. They had belly-dancers performing and we ate some tasty sambosas.

• the German pavilion was stop number ten, and was the only stop where we saw any rain (and even then it was only for about a minute). We stepped inside and I instantly had a flashback memory of Disneyland in California, where my family stopped at a German-themed restaurant (odd, I know). It was all big wooden tables and traditional clothing, and was quite lovely. Chris ordered a bratwurst but I was still happily sated from the sambosa.

• the Irish pavilion was our very first (official, but actually second) stop, and I must say that it was very hard to top it. They had a traditional celtic-folk band on stage, and we also saw some irish dancing. There were lots of interesting kiosks for food and displays (including a money display, which was totally super awesome).


• Laos was the third place we visited, and my favourite part of that was the display of common phrases (Laotion-->English) and I got to see Chris' inner linguist. We spent a little bit of time analyzing the words and phrases and making hypotheses, which is more fun that I'm willing to admit here! haha

• The Greek pavilion was stop number four, and it was interesting. Chris bought some chamomile flowers for tea and some olive oil soap, and I was tempted by a pretty perfume bottle but ended up saying nay


• our fifth stop was the Kyiv Ukrainian pavilion, where Chris got his precious shishliki. There were lots of cool things to see, including a sheep carved out of butter

• the Indian pavilion was where we bought our passports, and admittedly we didn't actually go fully inside. There wasn't enough time before the bus was supposed to arrive and we decided there were other places we'd rather go.


• the Filipinas pavilion was our sixth stop, and inside they were doing some traditional dancing onstage. We browsed the jewelry and watched some dancing but ultimately didn't stay very long .
  

• the Scottish pavilion was our eleventh stop, and it was pretty sweet. The front was all decked out like a castle, and there was bagpipe music everywhere (a weakness of mine). I ended up buying a pewter flask with a beautiful knot design (below). The only trouble was at the entrance, where we had to check Chris' backpack. No other pavilion had this policy and it was unfortunate that we had to leave it at the front because it had lots of Chris' important stuff inside it.


• our twelfth and final stop was at Chile, and it was one of my favourites because they had awesome enchiladas. I'm a sucker for food.

There were seven pavilions we didn't have enough time to get to:

1. Aboriginal Peoples


2. Miorita Romanian


3. Italian


4. Balaton Hungarian


5. Poltava Ukrainian


6. Latin American


7. Austrian Edelweiss

My one regret all weekend was the bus, or rather, how much I complained about the bus. It was loud, crowded, and always late, but really I could've just manned up about it :) live and learn.