Loyal subjects and disloyal objects
It
took me a while after yesterday's citizenship ceremony to realize that
I had actually sworn allegiance to the British Royal Family. But I got
a citizenship card out of it, even though after all the modern cards
with their electronic gizmos and anti-forgery details, the
old-fashioned citizenship card feels more like a library card.
Yesterday was a pretty good day in more ways that one, because when we got home from the ceremony, our tax refund cheques were waiting for us in the mail. Now, should these couple of grand perhaps be spent on a new plasma TV or some other frivolous new toy? Or would they be better used to pay off the mortgage faster, or for this year's RRSP payments? What would the average person do? Remembering that I am me, what do my readers guess that we are going to do? As I was happily thinking about my various options while walking to work as a new Canadian, I came upon a homeless woman who was crouching against a garbage can. She was perhaps about my age, and her face was a roadmap of ballpoint pen tattoos. She kept whining something that I couldn't make out, with a stare that wasn't really looking at anything. I almost felt like giving her a dollar. Almost.
The Movie Network played "The Devil's Rejects" last night, which we taped and watched this afternoon. The underclass sure was rampaging in this extremely repulsive movie. Afterwards I felt like I had to take a shower, or at least watch something else, anything else, to get back to normal. The opening titles listed Danny Trejo as one of the actors, which probably isn't that surprising, so we wondered if he is going to play some stuffy old professor with a whiny voice and elbow patches, which seems to be his trademark role. Typecasting is a bitch, but hey, at least it's work.
Tonight's movie is "Beauty Shop", which looks like a delightful and peppy feelgood cornucopia of laughs and friendship. I wonder if anybody will "talk to the hand" in it, as the blog "Across Difficult Country" wrote in "Brief Reviews of Movies I haven’t Seen". The ethnic mall to which I often go to eat cheap but delicious Korean food seems to have its share of places similar to the one depicted in this movie. Since we just shave my head whenever it gets too long, that is, so long that you could run your fingers through it, I am not able to go to a barbershop to enjoy the camaraderie and banter with the proprietor and other customers (who might even occasionally spontaneously burst into a song), but have to watch it being simulated on a movie screen. Woe is me.
Yesterday was a pretty good day in more ways that one, because when we got home from the ceremony, our tax refund cheques were waiting for us in the mail. Now, should these couple of grand perhaps be spent on a new plasma TV or some other frivolous new toy? Or would they be better used to pay off the mortgage faster, or for this year's RRSP payments? What would the average person do? Remembering that I am me, what do my readers guess that we are going to do? As I was happily thinking about my various options while walking to work as a new Canadian, I came upon a homeless woman who was crouching against a garbage can. She was perhaps about my age, and her face was a roadmap of ballpoint pen tattoos. She kept whining something that I couldn't make out, with a stare that wasn't really looking at anything. I almost felt like giving her a dollar. Almost.
The Movie Network played "The Devil's Rejects" last night, which we taped and watched this afternoon. The underclass sure was rampaging in this extremely repulsive movie. Afterwards I felt like I had to take a shower, or at least watch something else, anything else, to get back to normal. The opening titles listed Danny Trejo as one of the actors, which probably isn't that surprising, so we wondered if he is going to play some stuffy old professor with a whiny voice and elbow patches, which seems to be his trademark role. Typecasting is a bitch, but hey, at least it's work.
Tonight's movie is "Beauty Shop", which looks like a delightful and peppy feelgood cornucopia of laughs and friendship. I wonder if anybody will "talk to the hand" in it, as the blog "Across Difficult Country" wrote in "Brief Reviews of Movies I haven’t Seen". The ethnic mall to which I often go to eat cheap but delicious Korean food seems to have its share of places similar to the one depicted in this movie. Since we just shave my head whenever it gets too long, that is, so long that you could run your fingers through it, I am not able to go to a barbershop to enjoy the camaraderie and banter with the proprietor and other customers (who might even occasionally spontaneously burst into a song), but have to watch it being simulated on a movie screen. Woe is me.
You are going to buy some foreign stocks with your extra money. I would.
- Syltty
Posted by Anonymous | 3:06 AM
Being the philanthropist that you are, I'm guessing that you are going to give half of the money to your favorite fat acceptance charity, and with the other half you are going to buy new Prada shoes?
Posted by Kalle | 5:10 AM
Mortgage! Mortgage! Mortgage!
You know you want to.
Posted by Anonymous | 9:15 AM
Being the philanthropist that you are, I'm guessing that you are going to give half of the money to your favorite fat acceptance charity, and with the other half you are going to buy new Prada shoes?
It's eerie, it's almost like you know me better than I do.
Mortgage! Mortgage! Mortgage!
You know you want to.
As if that being the choice had ever been in question. :-) Although RRSP payments wouldn't be a bad thing either.
A good night's sleep knowing that you are not precariously living hand to mouth is always better than any new toy or vacation in some faraway and exotic place. It is astonishing how many otherwise intelligent people don't seem to realize this.
Posted by Ilkka Kokkarinen | 12:59 PM