spock rocker

ugh why doesn't everyone else wake up at 4:30 like me. Instead I have all the time in the world to make a detailed list of the 12958732 phone calls I need to make this morning, but can't actually make any of them except between like 9:20-9:28 and 10:24-10:40. While I'm walking places and carrying eight things and don't have anywhere to write anything down. And then the people I miss will call me back as soon as I'm back in class/meeting/whatev. THX LIFE


On a saner note: the Ontario Superior Court has struck down (some of) the Criminal Code provisions on prostitution (communicating for the purposes of, living off the avails of, keeping a common bawdy-house; prostitution itself was already legal). The government asked for an 18-month stay and got a 30-day one, which means that barring new developments, the police will have to stop enforcing these laws before the end of October. There's a similar case in BC which has already made it to the appellate stage and so might make it to the SCC first (with same-sex marriage the government referred the question to the Supreme Court directly, following appellate judgments in BC, ON and QC, but it hardly seems likely this government will go that route). The Ontario decision isn't reported yet (and is 131 pages), so it'll be a while before I get around to reading the details, but it'll be interesting to see what happens next at any rate. Chalk one more up for liberal paradise?

I neglected to make my annual "watch the Perseids!" post last week, but I hope some of you did, since I didn't have a hope of seeing anything here in light-pollution central. I think this was only the second time in my life I've missed them -- next summer I'll have to plan ahead and get invited to someone's cottage or something. (thissugarcane's +1 and I are actually going to the cottage this weekend, so I'm holding out hope that I'll still see a stray meteor or two and be able to call this year a success. Also, I will have officially Been To The Cottage, further cementing my suspicions that I may have moved to Ontario.)

I have a thinky-thoughts-type post about Sherlock and asexuality in the pipeline, which started out as a comment to randomalia and then got away from me, but that will probably have to come after the weekend, since I need to Do Things today, including buy and prepare food for the cottage, which in turn is going to require me to partially (or substantially) unpack the contents of our kitchen, which are currently sitting in six or seven enormous plastic bags on and around the kitchen table. Since I spent most of yesterday unpacking the fifteen boxes of crap I'd shipped myself from my father's house, this is not the most exciting proposition at the moment! Actually I kind of wish someone would come kick me out of the house for another eight hours so I would be forced to sit in a corner of the Green Room patio, drinking beer and writing longhand porn jokes, I hope we never have to do this again, EVER, but at the same time it really is a good thing that we've done it. Also, I am about to have an entire internet-free weekend in which to write porn in my little black notebook, should I so desire, and I think thissugarcane will back me up on the fact that the friends whose cottage we're going to would find this basically as hilarious as everything else about us, so. HOW TO MAKE AWESOME FRIENDS, we should write a book.

You guys I woke up at six this morning because I was COLD. Yes, my balcony door was wide open and I was sleeping in nothing but a cotton nightie and a sheet, but when was the last time I was actually too cold? Spoilers, it wasn't any time since I've been back in this city. I even had a little tiny panicked moment of OH GOD IT'S ALMOST SEPTEMBER SCHOOL JOBS BOOKS PAPERS APPLICATIONS OBLIGATIONS DGHUDIFHKGHS;fUDSLK, but I'm over it now.

Okay, I am going to go to the gym like a responsible person, and then go to the grocery store like a responsible person, and then clean ALL some of the things, and then, and then, and then.

THINGS I AM RESOLUTELY PRETENDING AREN'T HAPPENING
- G20 disasterrama
- my mom wanting to be my friend on Facebook
- some sort of ... sporting event? idek

il how I've been away from livejournal for so long that half a dozen journals on my flist have been renamed in my absence. Oops! Hi, internet, I've missed you. Not much is really that new with me! I spent most of my absence reading things like the following and then having Srs Discussions about them:

The facts before me are relatively straightforward. On the dates in question, at the place in question, the appellant danced on stage, before an audience. At the start of her performance, she was wearing some clothes. By the end of her performance, she was not wearing any clothes. The dance was described to me as a "go-go dance" which, I understand, is a violent movement of almost all parts of the body, more or less in time to strongly rhythmic music.

-- R. v. Campbell and Mlynarchuk, (1973) 10 C.C.C. (2d) 26 (Alta. Dist. Ct.)

In related news, who has two thumbs and knew that "taking part in an immoral performance in a theatre" was an indictable offence in Canada? Aw, yeah. Armed with such knowledge, of course, I am totally unemployable and broke, so I'm doing some part-time work of a sort which basically makes me want to stab myself in the face on a daily basis, and in about a week's time I'm leaving thissugarcane all alone with PLANTS and CATS and BEARS, oh my (okay maybe not the last one, but hey, d, think how awesome the first two would seem in comparison!) and heading back to the other coast to freeload off my dad for a month or two. Success!

Yes, I saw the Doctor Who finale; no, I'm not ready to talk about it except through text messages comprised solely of punctuation. Also, I finally got my hands on seasons 2 and 3 of Murdoch Mysteries, which I've been tearing through at a seriously alarming pace considering this was supposed to be the weekend I Got Things Done before leaving. But hey: it's raining, the city's a complete clusterfuck, and let's face it, oh shit murder at Queen and Jarvis!! in 1895 is really a far more satisfactory way to spend my weekend than oh shit police cars on motherfuckin' fire at Yonge and College!! in 2010. :D!