In view of my previous posts; The “not under construction” post and A Series of Unfortunate Events, I seem to be have been gravely mistaken about the author. Apparently Lemony Snicket is just a pseudonym for Daniel Handler and he does not happen to be a jailbird.

I just realised this when going through wishlists which I have to somehow incorporate in my sidebar. More for the purpose of displaying books which I would recommend:

Future Endeavours: Books which I think look interesting
Read: Books I have read but do not own. Mostly for my own purpose so I can pick em up from used bookstores over the years.
Purchased: Books I have read and own. I didnt include ones I didnt like.

Friends Restaurant (pic. courtesy Bahador_Alast on Virtual Tourist) :

Address: 9625 Yonge Street, Richmond Hill, ON L4C5T2
Tel: (905) 737-4500
Cost: ~$20 a head if you’re having the buffet
Additional Attractions: Belly Dancers on the weekend around 10:30ish and Iranian music. Theres also a Glow in the Dark Mini-Putt nearby.

I quite liked the food. Felt it was a tad on the expensive end although I guess considering they have entertainment they have to cover costs. We had an incredible time. Maybe because there were around 10 of us and it was a nice, cozy atmosphere. Admitted though from the outside it doesnt look all that. But I’d definately go back.

So I open my email today and I get the following message:

Hello wolfqueen,

We at Club Hell would like to wish you a happy birthday today!

For a moment I’m thinking huh? Then I recalled that around three years ago I signed up on the Club Hell forum over at truthhurts.org. No it is not a devil worshipping cult, just a place to rant, discuss and in general unburden yourself. I have to admit though getting the above email does tend to throw one off balance.

Other random stuff:

Put-Downs
[Fidvi aka Naveed E.]: Example, “Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it?”

2005 Year in Pictures[Moneeza A.]
I found this particular picture quite horrifying. I mean everyone knows babies have malleable bones. Couldnt they just put on a stereo instead of stuffing these huge headphones over their heads? I mean Im over 20, and my ears start hurting if I wear headphones for too long, must be a zillion times worse for the babies.

Ebert’s Best 10 Movies of 2005: Planning to download all of them. Have seen Crash and Syriana, both of which were incredible. In Syriana, first scene with George Clooney, I couldn’t recognise him immediately. He looked like a persian through and through.

Oh and Naveed E. suggested I give Dishwalla a chance. Have to download: Opaline, Candleburn, Collide, Winter Sun, Angels and Demons, Somewhere in the Middle.

A Selection of the Most Blogged-About Books in 2005: Not particularly impressed. Apparently the majority of bloggers are nerds or atleast the ones in power are. There seems to be a distinct heirarchy being set up in the blogging world.

The Surrealist Compliment Generator [TDH]: Ha ha.

Pencilmation [Nida B.]: Funky animation. Havent had time to go through the whole thing yet.

What: tävo gloves
Why: For all us folks out there who find having to take off your gloves everytime you want to move the clickwheel for an ipod, EXTREMELY annoying
How: Conductive silver-alloy fabric allows use of clickwheel. Can be used as a liner for normal gloves and will (supposedly) still work
Cost: ~ USD $35

Playlist Review

A Complicated Kindness
by Miriam Toews

I have assignments to complete. That’s the word, complete. I’ve got a problem with endings. Mr. Quiring has told me that essays and stories generally come, organically, to a preordained ending that is quite out of the writer’s control. He says we will know it when it happens, the ending. I don’t know about that. I feel that there are so many to choose from. I’m already anticipating failure. That much I’ve learned to do. But then what the hell will it matter to me while I’m snapping tiny necks and chucking feathery corpses onto a conveyor belt in a dimly lit cinder-block slaughterhouse on the edge of a town not of this world. Most of the kids from around here will end up working at Happy Family Farms, where local chickens go to meet their maker. I’m sixteen now, young to be on the verge of graduating from high school, and only months away from taking my place on the assembly line of death.

One of the best books I’ve read in awhile. Depressing in a sense. But plenty of sarcastic wit. I spent quite a bit of time stifling my laughter on the GO train. I mean with sentences like “where local chickens go to meet their maker” and “And Carson was doing this awful botch job on a chicken, hacking away at its neck, not doing it right at all, whispering instructions on how to escape” how could you not find it funny.

Excerpt
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