Weekends mean something again

I’m starting a new job doing research for a book on residential schools (not my book). I’m excited to have a job again, especially one that means something. I have to say, much as I love contemporary art, sometimes I just think we keep cranking out shite. Maybe I’m jaded or bitter or something, I guess I just lean towards activist/political work.

I start work on Monday, it’s a six month contract so I’ll be able to save up cash to move to Toronto in April. Yay! Moving! Yay! Desperate Housewives is on sunday night! BREE does something smutty!!! Das ist schmutzig! I was hoping it was anal, but now I’m thinking it’s oral. Poor Bree, to go through her whole life without oral sex just because she’s Republican? NOW we know why Republicans are fucked.

I also decided since I’m going to be learning about residential schools in my new job I should do something Native and empowering, so I will start taking conversational Cree classes. They are every Tuesday night, which is good because there’s nothing on television I will be missing. I wish I could speak more languages than English. If I had my druthers I would be fluent in Cree, German, and French. I’ve been meaning to learn German for ages, and only recently since moving back to my ancestral territory have I had the chance to learn Cree in ages and ages.

Ugh, I ran out of antidepressants and Lamictal, so I’ve been having brain shocks for a couple of days. If you’re unfamiliar with this condition, it’s common for people withdrawing from psychiatric medications, specifically anti-depressants. Your brain literally pulses and throbs in a really painful way, while also temporarily obliterating thought and the ability to process information. My brain shocks happen about once every five minutes. It’s gross, ugh, I hate it. Paxil is the worst one for shocks though, Paxil shocks also carry a mild electrical charge with them that run through your entire body. It’s even worse than licking a nine volt battery. (If you’re wondering why I know, it’s because I have licked a nine volt battery) Not as bad as getting a bare wire charge, but ALOT worse than medium Violet Wand play. Anyway, tomorrow I will be getting more medication, thank god. No more brain shocks for me.

The death toll for Americans in Iraq and Afghanistan has now totalled more than the number of people killed on September 11. For us Canadians who have just started fighting a fucked war, our troop deaths have more than surpassed the number of Canadians killed on September 11. And that’s just the deaths, think how many people are coming back maimed physically and mentally. I haven’t even seen a recent count of how many civilian deaths these two wars have caused, except that it’s obviously exponentially larger than September 11.

I know I bash George w. Bush on here a lot, but I really do need to take some time to bash Stephen Harper. Hmm, where to start? How about that he slashed increased childcare by proposing to give $1200 per child a year to parents. How much daycare can $1200 pay for? Monthly daycare in Montreal is $205, while Toronto is $800. Yep, that 1200 is gonna go real far. Harper said Israel’s attack on Lebanon was measured and they had a right to stick up for themselves. He took us to Afghanistan to fight a war that is none of our business. He’s still trying to figure out how to eliminate queer marriage. And he lets Bush call him Steve. Ugh. Okay, I’ll write something more kick ass on why he sucks later. But really, UGH! Look at him, he’s so soulless. He’s got cold shark eyes. Like that Pope, don’t trust that Pope either.

I’m trying to figure out what to go as for Halloween. The options are: Lenore, Bree Van De Kamp, The Black Dahlia, Danica Talos, or some kind of femme vampire. I’m going for Femme this year, because they scare me the most as cute as they are. Plus I look hot as a femme and I don’t do drag much. Lenore would be cute, but it would lack the sex appeal I’m going for. That being said, there’s not anyone around here I’m trying to appeal to.