So, yesterday, I was in the lines to load on to the 5pm ferry from Victoria to Vancouver, lane 4 to be specific. Lanes 1-4 were loading onto the Vancouver ferry. Lanes 6-9 were loading on to a different ferry. Lane 5 was empty. Several cars ahead of me, was an empty car. Despite the more the ample warning to return to your vehicle, the occupants had not. We each drove around the car and back into lane 4. Suddenly, dashing through the moving cars of lanes 6-9, across lane 5, and in front of a silver Mercedes, came a little blond kid. The silver Mercedes had to slam on it’s breaks, but didn’t come close to hitting the kid. The father, a large man with a shaved head, followed soon after, yelling at his kids and wife.

Ok, so we are loaded onto the ferry. People are starting to get out of their cars and head upstairs for the fine gourmet type snacks available on ferry boats, when all of the sudden, the large bald man comes barreling up the path. He starts shouting at the occupants of the silver Mercedes, specifically the driver, an older asian gentleman. The asian man kept asking “What are you talking about?” obviously confused. The large bald man had some kind of Eastern European accent, and it was sort of hard to understand him at times. The yelling aspect didn’t help. Something about the Mercedes guy driving fast through a parking lot, almost hitting his kid. And then he, the driver, apparently “got back into his Mercedes” like it didn’t matter. The thing is, we weren’t in a parking lot. We were in the loading lanes. Lanes full of moving traffic. Traffic that had to divert because he could not get back to his car on time. And… the driver of the Merc didn’t “get back into his Mercedes” because he never left it.

The large bald man was using the word “fuck,” and any derivatives of it, a lot. The asian men, in their dockers and button down short sleeved plaid shirts, were starting to become insulted. “Fuck you!” and “No, fuck YOU!” were bandied back and forth, until finally, the large balk man shoves the driver of the Mercedes. And that’s when the fun started. The asian men went on the offense and some general shoving and girly type slapping occurred.

Now, I got out of my car and started yelling “Fight! Fight! Fight!” I was on the side of the Mercedes. The bald guy was beyond reason, and seemed to want to fight. So, I suggested tossing him overboard. “Do you require the assistance of THE TINY FISTS OF DOOM?” But, men from the cars around me started pulling them all apart. Telling the Mercedes driver to just walk away, and a ferry employee had to physically pull the bald guy away from it. And so… the fun ended before any actual blood was shed. Sad.

As a side note, I would just like to point out, both cars were sporting Canadian plates. So… can’t blame any of it on loud, obnoxious, rude Americans. Except for any part I played. Which, was minimal at best. Because what I wrote up there? About me egging them on? Not true. The fight did happen, but I watched it from my car, with an air of bemusement.

I want someone to give me a list of things I need. Supplies required for me to be successful in the upcoming year. Clear rulers, not wooden. New crayons. Some Dixon Ticondergoa No. 2 Pencils.

Then, I want to go out and purchase my new supplies, organize them, and put them away in a new bag or backpack, ready to meet the year. It would not be enough to simply go buy these things. I need someone to give a list of requirements. I want to need to buy school supplies.

Hi!

Just got home from Victoria, and I am tired. But I have some stories to tell, including the punch out fight I witnessed on the ferry. Not to mention the pod of orcas. But in the meantime, I leave you with some regular Victoria scenery. The Darth Vader who plays violin.

xox,

Jodi

Last friday, I had a dr’s appt and she gave me a tetanus shot. This is so when my mom asks me, and she will ask me, “When was your last tetanus shot?” I can say “Friday Aug. 25, 2006.” Also, I guess they’ve seen an increase in tetanus in adults lately. So, it left me with a very sore lump in my left arm, that I still have. I still have a lump. Should I still have a lump? After five days? Seems excessive. It’s probably an arm tumor. A bicep tumor.

Random observation: what a brilliant idea it was to give me the tetanus shot before I planned to clean my home office. I think my dr. understands me more than I thought.

There was another question… I had another question… before lunch. I was going to blog about it. But then I went to Johnny Rockets with KK and stuffed myself with freshly fried french fries and now I can’t remember anything but how awesome I am at napping.

I feel bad. I can tell from my stats that people check the jodicam, only to be disappointed (I assume) by the lack of onlineness. The thing is, I have not been computing in the office lately, where the jodicam is set up. I’ve been laptop mobile. Additionally, Wil and I have recently discovered the genius that is Skype. I knew about it before, but lately we have been voice chatting over the internet instead of using the phone. And if you’ve ever made long distance calls to Canada from the states, you know that FREE is good. I’ve been using the iSight as a microphone, which keeps it from acting as the jodicam. But, Thursday afternoon I am working from home, so I might have it up and running then. And tomorrow evening I will probably be cleaning the office to make room for working from home, so maybe I’ll have it online while I clean. Won’t that be exciting for everyone involved.

Have ya’ll heard of Vox? It’s Six Apart’s new blog community. Six Apart being the makers of MovableType, which I use to write this blog. I believe it’s in some sort of beta right now. You can only sign up by receiving an invitation. Of course, all you have to do is ask for one, I believe. However, you can also get one from other vox members. I have some if any of you are interested. Check it out. It’s quite nice. Especially if you don’t want to mess with the design and layout aspects very much. They make it very easy to add books, music, videos, pictures, etc. Nicer, and prettier, than myspace, by a way lot.



Anyway, Wil’s latest blog is on Vox. And he is enjoying it quite a bit. He’s on a mission to collect more “neighbors.” Sort of the classier equivalent to myspace friends. I only have two neighbors. Him, and the Vox team. I don’t really know what to do with my vox page right now. I thought about making it some kind of theme blog. For example, if i were pregnant, it could be a pregnancy blog, Separate from my “regular” blog. But I don’t have any real themes to write about. I thought about making it a book blog, but I should be using Satan’s Bookclub for that. I don’t have it all figured out.

I was pointing out, during a skype chat, that all of Wi’s “friends” [Vox neighgors], for the most part, almost exclusively, are women. Not a jealous thing… just an observation. He said, “Yes, but I talked about you a lot today. I posted about you” And from elsewhere in the room I heard the voice of his daughter, aged 8 – or perhaps her sister, aged 7 – say “He talks about you ALL THE TIME!! ALL THE TIME!”

Thanks, kids…. good to know. Five American dollars for both of you.

Hello, and welcome to my lunch. I’m having a delicious made before my eyes cobb salad. What I like about cobb salad is, it lets you feel smug because you are eating salad. And salad is healthy. But in reality, it’s the biggest calorie bomb ever. They should just go ahead and sprinkle it with french fries. Oh well, it does posses a green leafy substances and there are those who would say that it’s all worth if if I eat a vegetable. Mmmmm…. bacon bits.

This last weekend was one of the weekends I stayed In Country. I obviously prefer the more exotic, International Weekends. But yesterday was the littlest Moon’s 1st birthday party, and I needed to give her many cute outfits from Gymboree. I really needed to. It’s like everything that came out in this new line was made for little angelic, redheaded babies. If you are unfamiliar with the Gymboree experience, everything they have goes together. Each season they have a new line. And it all follows a certain color scheme. Things mix and match and buying clothes there is like crack. Because there is always just one more adorable thing you need to add to the pile. it’s very difficult for me to spend little money there. And I still regret not buying Simone those stripey leggings. I love stripey things. It all started because of this sweater. I saw it across the store and I was a goner.

Anyway, when we sang Happy Birthday to Simone, I added a quick “and my blog” under my breath. And I dedicated half my rainbow confetti birthday cake, with purple frosting and chocolate ice cream on the side, to it. My little blog.

So many birthdays from the middle of August to the middle of September. Yesterday was Jack’s birthday as well, and now that I have made the connection between my blog’s anniversary and his birthday, I’ll probably never forget it. Happy Birthday Jack! I think that sometime this weekend, it was my cousin Craig’s birthday as well. So happy birthday to him. Today is my father’s birthday, and I always miss him on his birthday. He would have been … let me see…. math… 69? Yes, I believe so.

Saturday evening I taught my cousin, Kirsten, how to do page layout in Adobe InDesign, instead of in Photoshop. And we ate steak, baked potato and peach pie for dinner. So you know that was a good evening. And that was my weekend. You are all caught up, my salad is complete, and it’s back to work for me.

That was pretty dull, huh? I’m sorry. I’ll be more entertaining later, I promise. But all in all, the weekend was pretty normal, pleasant and uneventful in the way of blog fodder.

My hair is ginormous today. I washed it last night and did not put in any “Ok, why don’t you just calm the hell down” type stuff in it. It dried in a poof. This morning, I put some “Ok, why don’t you just calm the hell down” type stuff in, but it was too late. My hair had won the battle. It just soaked that stuff up like … something that soaks a great deal. A sponge, mayhap? It’s a nimbus cloud around my head now. [I just really wanted to use the phrase ‘nimbus cloud’]

Every afternoon this week I am in javascript training. For dummies. And I am lovin‘ it! We make little scripts all afternoon long, and I ask questions and she, the teacher, helps me and it’s like everything I liked about school. Yesterday, we made scripts to convert Fahrenheit to Celsius. [ok, it took me 16 tries to spell Fahrenheit properly.] This is very handy when you visit a metric place, like Canada. However, the script does not execute in my head, so I would have to have a computer handy. We also converted American dollars into Thai bahts. There are approximately 42 bahts for every dollar. So… if you ever go to Thailand and the hookers seem way overpriced, find out if that’s in bahts or dollars.