Tips and Edges

I give my notice in just a few more days. Hell, maybe I'll give my notice on Thursday instead of Friday. That's a whole eight hours less of working at the coffee shop. Wow....

After two weeks of the garbage gloves being stored away from the ice, they've once again gravitated back. They just can't stay away. This time, the ice scoop was actually touching them. Gross me right the fuck out.

That being said, today wasn't too bad. Well, except that up until 9 o'clock tonight, I only had 22 cents in tips. I finished the night with a whopping dollar twelve, and eight cents of that was pennies I picked off the floor.

Since starting this job, I've become a much better tipper.

Tomorrow, I'd like to finish organizing my dance studio space, so it will be ready and waiting for me to fill it with my dancing self. Once my job is over, my life begins anew. Goodbye doughnuts, hello gym, kwoon, and dance studio(s). That little bit of pudge which has re-emerged on my gut will shrink back down as my training time goes up. And I'll be sewing and designing and dancing and kicking and punching and drawing and writing and thinking and modelling and photographing more. Good. I've missed my buff and creative self....

I have another dance gig lined up. This one's not until February 17th in Stratford. I'm thinking of doing a sword dance. Maybe I'll resuscitate the sword routine I did in Moncton a couple of years back. That was a good one, and I think I can do it even better, this time around.

Or maybe I'll work out something with double daggers. Or maybe I'll do both (at the same time?!). Yikes.

I'm freaking myself out now. There are only so many blades I ought to dance with at once, don't you think?

Homeless Again

My site has been down for about two weeks, and I haven't heard anything from the owner of the server.

My website needs a home, and it's enormous.

An End to the Tears and the In-Between Years

I had a bath. Now I smell good. Almost as good as the apartment. You see, I also baked banana pumpkin loaf. The recipe says it makes two loaves, but it really makes three. real_bethy, want one?

My apartment is TOO HOT. I must open more windows. Gah!

The ubiquitous cleanser used at work wreaks havoc with my skin. I do my damnedest not to get it on my hands, but invariably, I come home with leprous palms and fingers. At snowy_kathryn's behest, I purchased Helping Hands by Lush. Here's hoping it does the trick. My hands are sad, sad hands. Just as sad as when I soldered all the time and had flux all over my hands, and they got so dry that I'd plunge them in snowbanks.

And now for some linkerdoodles....

Doom Town: A Jack Chick tract comes to video life. Possibly NSFW. It's about Sodom and Gomorrah, after all.

Asylum Spankers Video: Putting a yellow ribbon on your SUV doesn't really help US troops very much (thanks, balthcat).

Canada troops battle 10-ft Afghan marijuana plants: Canucks vs. Potzilla (thanks, Benoit)!

Shiva Diva: Get this, and plenty other wild and wonderful makeup templates at this website (thanks, snowy_kathryn).

And check these beauts out! Bus Pirates I and Bus Pirates II. Arrrr!