I was watching some of the extras from season two of Lost tonight. The mystery screens on “the connections” are driving me mad, and I’ve only found three… are there more? The fuzzy shadow of a person connected to Jack, the hotel-lobby shot that only connects to Hurley and Walt. I think Locke’s father is the man who conned Sawyer’s mom… that’s what the jungle-conversation clip is for. I have such a headache. Someone needs to discuss these matters with me.

Four exciting things happened today:

1.) I went to John’s to watch the premier of Lost. I think I’m a little bit disappointed (by what they didn’t show), but I won’t really know until next week. I don’t want to talk about it on here and be a ruiner.  Someone start a blog with me where we can discuss Lost. I didn’t know which canadian channel it’s on until we got there, and found out that it’s one of the handful of channels broadcasted from the city that we get totally clearly on our telly… so I don’t have to use my friends for their cable every Wednesday night. Yay. Also on this channel was a preview for the new episode of ER……. how long has Uncle Jesse been a doctor on ER??? I might need to start watching it again.

2.) I went to the post office to mail some things, and while I was in the Manulife Centre I decided to look for a toy store that I knew was down there somewhere in the underground layer. I never knew this detail because I don’t often go wandering around in retail places just to look at things, but I can go through there – underground – all the way to two different subway stops. This means that when it’s blizzarding and I want to cry, I walk out my front door, across the street, in another door, and I’m out of the cold until I’ve gotten where I’m going (or have to go aboveground to get a streetcar or bus, and some stations have streetcar transfers underground). I might not be a frozen, miserable little canadian after all.

3.) I found the toy store and my quest for dice came to an end. I’ve looked all around for six dice with which to play farkel, and have come up with nothing. This was one of those fun, smart toy stores with lots of science toys and games and things for adults like binoculars and knives and giant microbes and magnetic poetry for any human being that exists. And with ten or so containers of random windup toys, keychains, and odds & ends, there was a tub of multicolored dice. I got six black ones. Does that make me seem morose?

4.) We have no control over the heat in this apartment, and our bedroom has been sweltering even with the window open and a fan sucking the cold air into the room. Today I couldn’t stand it anymore and removed the child guard that only lets you slide it open four or so inches – Breaking The Rules – so that we can open the window all the way and not die from the heat. There’s a screen, for those of you worried about the cats, and if they go psycho and tear through that and fling themselves out, they’ll land on our safely-enclosed-balcony. It’s highly unlikely that they’ll even care. Aside from the occasional attempt to dart into the hallway, they have no desire to try to get outside. They care more about chewing on the plant that hangs in that window than they do about anything going on outside.

5.) Oh, five things. I got some canadian vanilla maple tea, and it is superb.

The new decemberists album is really good.

I have no more Lost for a whole year. It was amazing. I cried during almost every episode. I can’t believe the writing talent behind this show… it’s not human. During the last few episodes I had to take several extended breaks to allow my blood pressure to return to normal.

- no more Lost for a whole year.
+ get to see Mario & Jenn tomorrow at the Shakespeare festival in Stratford (and discuss Lost).
+- there will be action figures this winter. I don’t know how I feel about this. Mikey will pout if I have a sawyer toy.
- bread goes bad REALLY fast in this country. This might seem silly, but it’s true.
+ but that’s probably because there are less preservatives.
+ my cousin is mailing me cheese from South Dakota.
- Hershey’s chocolate is not the same.
+ Mikey wallowing on the floor with Dorothy pinned in his arms… “STAY! you aren’t a prisoner, you’re my daughter!”
+ metal-on-metal bang announcing mail arrival.
+ it’s supposed to get warmer over the next few days.

I want to learn how to make handmade books / photo albums. Like… ones that are bound really well. Archival. I also still need glass & metal handling knowledge for some pendant ideas that have been in my brain for months. Why do I have to get a real job. Why?

Also, day 4 sprouts, plus some new babies where we’ve put part of the first batch into salads or pitas or just our mouths:


mmmmmmmm.

SEASON TWO OF LOST IS ON ITS WAY TO ME RIGHT NOW RIGHT NOW RIGHT NOW. Coming from the states… I should have it next week. And THEN… a 24 hour marathon of no sleep and eating only food that is delivered to the couch. I am so excited. My pulse is racing, literally.

My mom is the BEST, jerry, THE BEST!!!