Hey, blogosphere. Merry belated Christmas! How was it for everyone? Full of joy and festivity and family fun?

Me, I had two Christmases. First time ever for that. On Christmas morning, I went to my mother’s and had family time, then today for Boxing Day I went to James’ family’s house after some very brief deal shopping (all I bought were ski pants so I don’t have to wear tearaways or snowboard pants whenever I want to go cross country skiing). I’ve always wanted to own the Tudors tv show, ever since watching it a few years ago and that bastard, Netflix, removed it from the stream. So my mother got me all four seasons in a box set. James got me a house coat that’s designed like R2-D2, because, hey, turns out I really like Star Wars. My brother got me a hardcover compilation of the Mass Effect comics, as well as a bottle of Grey Monk wine. Grown up gifts!



It didn’t feel like Christmas this year to me. It was a green, foggy Christmas – and I grew up with white Christmases, where we had so much so we could build tunnels through it. We had a bit of snowfall this year, but then it rained and melted most of it, then iced over. And we were hardcore pea soup fogged in this year, which I’ve never encountered before. I think that, and that my house wasn’t decorated, nor was James’, had something to do with the fact that it didn’t feel like Christmas. And besides, Christmas is more for kids than it is adults.

I guess that means I’m an adult now.


Something to ponder.

How was everyone else’s Christmas (or other holiday they might celebrate!)?

Parental Embarrassment: Changeling teaser

Holding back the eager power of his own spirit, Alistair closed the rest of the distance between them, and his son’s spirit came into view.

“Spirits, Father. You’re a wolf!”

“You too? Good. I’m glad it isn’t just Aisling who sees it that way.” Alistair peered at the creature sitting timidly in front of him. “You are… odd-looking.”

The thing lifted its forepaws and looked around as if seeing itself for the first time. “Why? What am I?”

Alistair frowned and let out a groan. “Oh, I know the name. You know in all those Cyrille and Althaean fauna books your grandmother gave you when you were a boy?”

The thing put its forepaws down and its nose and whiskers twitched. “Yes…” Continue reading

Hi, I’m from Canada, and suddenly I live in a meat freezer.

We had a mild winter. A very mild winter. All of Canada, but especially where I live, where it’s usually cold and snowy.

And now, quite suddenly, all of Canada decided to stop giving a fuck, and now places that don’t get snow EVER are getting 6-8 centimetres a day, schools are closing, power-lines are falling from angry winds (pretty sure I heard the Weather Network say Ontario had 70km/hr winds), and accidents are a given. My friend, who is in the army in Ontario, complained that the navy, which is stationed in my provincial capital, has the day off due to snowfall. Granted, the navy is a little bitch in the hierarchy of military (going air force, ground army, navy, in terms of pay and badassery), but the fact that Victoria, an island city which has balmy year-round weather, is so cold and snowy that a government service like the navy has shut down means that shit is serious.

So, like I said, I live in a place where winters are supposed to be cold. Not just Canada’s stereotype in general, but I live in the British Columbia interior, in a little valley. We usually get a hefty snowfall and negative weather, but all winter it’s been pinner little flurries of snow and just cold enough to need gloves.

And that's not counting the wind chill.

The Weather Network and actual meteorologists, not just my iPod, forecast even colder for the rest of the week.

Luckily, it’s going to get warmer at the end of the week, but I heard that the temperature is going to drop significantly next week. Yay, right? That just means melting snow and refreezing into icy roads. It was a wearing-two-pairs-of-pants-at-once kind of day, that progressed into a wearing-scarf-on-shift, then stealing the heater from the back as soon as the girl needing it left.

Boo, winter, you whore.

The cold punched Canada in the face after several months lying in wait.

What a dick.