Blender Helicopter
It must have been in Edmonton, I'm not sure why, it was familiar, definitely not Calgary, dream landscapes populated with forest and thrift shops.
I've taken the boy (a younger the boy) to the neighborhood thrift shop, it's not so far away, we're searching through the jewelry for religious kitsch, rosaries and such. And there's nothing there. I have something with me, I can't remember what it is, an invention of some sort...
There's nothing, but there's another thrift shop downtown, not far, and so we set out on foot. It's cool, evening, clouds in the sky, we're cutting through some sort of thick forest ? (Which is why I thought Edmonton, like Edmonton's river valley?) - there's a parking lot and a girl, she's blond, pinched face, she's nice but she doesn't get it, my invention, and as we continue on to the thrift shop she's heard thinking "I really feel like some potatoes..."
On the other side of the forest parking lot there's a road and we cross the road, more trees, and we see him coming through the sky. It's magical, really, the only way to describe it, there's this man wearing round glass & leather "Steampunk" goggles and he's standing on a blender, he's jury rigged a handle from a scooter or pogo stick onto it and he's using it to fly through the sky...
Needless to say our trip to the thrift shop is abandoned, for the moment, and the steampunk guy with the blender, he's cool, we hit it off well, he looks a bit like Dick Van Dyke, (who else?), he gives me the blender to take the boy on, only I have to get some more grape juice as it's done blending and won't fly until it's been refilled, and so I pop into a convenience store, the old-school ma-and-pop type, and sort through the freezer (it's all frozen orange juice!!) until I find some grape juice and ice and I go and refill the blender and the boy stands on my feet and we fly home to drink grape slurpees on the magical blender helicopter.
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And there's some news flash, article, it says "Outa" but I can't read too well in dreams and when my eyes focus it says "Utah" and it's about how they've discovered the biggest dinosaur in the world, and they have a computer model of it done by some U of C scientists and beside it they've animated a model of Shrek going along and bashing it's bones with a club to give it scale...
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I want my life to be like this..
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Small plans for a beautiful day
I should make a list.
Finish my cup of coffee.When roomate's gone take bathRead online news (daily addiction)Bowness - WIN THRIFT SHOPWork on online Resume- Get Homepage done
Go outsideNapGo outside some morePoetry, poetry, poetry.transcribe, order notes- More Poetry
Find a cafe outside somewhere, bring my notebook and try to look sensitiveGo sit on favorite benchBlog, blog, blogBlog some moreSearch for jobsGet rid of 2nd chairDon't eat at 7/11...don't eat at 7/11...don't eat at 7/11....
That's probably enough for now, already I'm getting carried away...
*Note: I'm adding to the list as I get completely unrelated, unscheduled things done...but I'm starting to note a pattern as to the things I'm avoiding...
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Reality TV
They call at the worst possible time. That's when people who don't work in restaurants generally call. Like sales calls at 7:00 PM, when you've people at the door and food up in the kitchen and tables that have waited a little bit too long to order drinks, they call and they want to chat.
Last night was no different. Well, it was in that the caller introduced himself as being from such-and-such TV network and can he speak to the owner or manager because they'd be interested in filming a reality TV show in OUR RESTAURANT.
Now this is a little more interesting than wondering who supplies our paper/linen/produce needs, and I'd love to pass this call on and overhear how it develops but sadly we're far too busy at the moment. From the kitchen you can hear screaming, cursing, pots banging, the owner's a little stressed as all the tables tonight have come in at the same time, Franco is running about everywhere and forgetting everything that he's doing, and so I apologize and recommend that he call back at a slightly less busy time.
I don't watch TV, don't know what's out there for programming, but I'm guessing that they'd be onto a gold mine if they could get the cameras into this restaurant; the owner, he's charming, his slightly eccentric son, the staff, well, nothing like a bunch of very unhappy overworked people to make for good drama.
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