Feb 24, 2012 – How Much Do You Love Me?

When I get all sorts of intensely angsty and emotional and what-am-i-doing-with-my-life-i-am-useless for no reason other than oh hai, TOM, Steve sets my head on straight:

B: “How much do you love me?”
S: “Twenty.”

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S: “If money didn’t exist, what would you be doing?”
B: “I dunno…”
S: “Would you be doing what you’re doing now?”
B: “Probably.”
S: “Then you’re doing the right thing.”

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In other news, guess what I bought yesterday?

How to Talk to Girls by Alec Greven

How to Talk to Girls by Alec Greven

 

How to Talk to Girls, by Alec Greven is a fantastic look at the finer points of romance filtered through the wisdom of a nice normal 8 year old boy, and contains all sorts of hints and tips for getting that perfectly regular girl you’ve always dreamed of.

If you haven’t seen it yet, here’s the brilliant YouTube video of the author himself describing the work:

And here he is on The Ellen Show:

Love it. :D

Day 2 of Being Husbandless

No, nothing catastrophic happened. He’s just away on a weekend trip with the boys. But it has been interesting to see what happens when I am allowed to revert to what I am, away from an other.

I have sat around at home.
I haven’t done the dishes.
I haven’t talked much.
I only cook what I want, when I want.
I…really need to shower.

Good God it’s lonely.

So he’ll be back today and I’m sure he’ll have many fun stories to tell (and some that can probably never be told). And I’ll miss my weekend of bachelorettedom. But there will be another time. Perhaps next time I’ll even go do something productive.

So to each one of you reading this, I wish you an other, a someone:

Someone who inspires you every day.
Someone you wake up with each morning.
Someone you can wake up before each morning.
Someone you can wake up when they’re late for work.
Someone who gives good hugs.
Someone who is kind to you.
Someone who makes cool stuff.
Someone who is always excited to tell you about the cool stuff he/she is making.
Someone whom you can talk to.
Someone with whom you can be sad.
Someone with whom you can be what nobody else knows you are.

Today’s musings on existence and reproduction while riding the bus up to SFU.

Train of thought:

Beverly reads friend’s post on Facebook, quoting Eckhart Tolle.

How do you pronounce Eckhart Tolle anyway?

Eckhart…is that the same as Aaron Eckhart?

Bet he was a first kid. People like to name their first child starting with A.

Why do people always name their children starting with such common letters?

What about Q. What words start with Q?

Quantum. Hah! I could name a child QUANTUM!

Hmm, Quantum what Hannah?

How about Quantum Object Hannah?

Random Frequent Flyer Dent.

I wish I could. But how would my poor little Chinese grandmother deal with a great grandchild named Quantum Object?

It would sound like “Kontomohdzeh Hehnnah”

And what if it never lived up to its name?

Quasi.

Perhaps I could call it Quasi Quantum Object Hannah.

That’s awesome!

My husband would never go for it.

Maybe I should just get a cat.

Yes, one day, I will get a cat, and name it Quasi Quantum Object Hannah.

Perhaps for Christmas someone can just get me a box and tell me there’s a cat inside!

Yes, that will do nicely.

Of Flux and Dreams

“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep, because reality is finally better than your dreams” – Dr. Seuss

Usually the best dreams come when my hormones are in a state of flux. Of course, sometimes this fluctuating hormone situation manifests itself as 1.) female hysteria, or 2.) really slow fuzzy minded incapacity to make even the smallest rational decisions or put together a decent sentence, both of which could be attributed, in most ways, to #1.

Well, hell. Bring on the flux.

I seem to intermittently blog about this every so often (yes, redundant wording, I know), but when one wakes up from something fucking amazing one can barely help typing it all out to get it all out and rejoice and bask in the sensory overload before it disappears forever. Dreams: Fucking Awesome Nonsense Extreme Realities. So yes, the dreams part of it is fucking amazing. Things happen in vivid technicolour, a singular old couch becomes the meeting place for every and all for an impromptu picnic, love happens, book characters manage to work themselves into the flux (yes, I do believe Arthur Dent and Fenchurch may have been there, flying through the night), the Canucks are amazing people and players, people come and go and are met with great fun, style, and curiosity, great pains are taken with small measurements, chicken breasts get cooked with a clothes iron (do try the steam shot function!), and all sort of ridiculous marvelous otherwise than perfectly usual nonsense.

Then I wake up.

Sometimes it’s a real letdown.

But today, I woke up to a plate of pancakes on the bed and James Blunt blaring on the living room stereo and a funny husband who made both happen, who then laughed and danced and loved with me.

So sometimes life happens in Technicolour too.

Steve Hannah Has A New Website! – http://shannah.ca

So, Steve Hannah, my brilliant husband, in the shuffle of things, let his personal domain name, sjhannah.com, EXPIRE.

Oops.

This is just a note to the people of the interwebularnets that if you happen to be looking for Steve Hannah of Web Lite Solutions, Web Lite Translation Corp, Web Lite SWeTE, Xataface, PDF OCR X, PDF to Spreadsheet Pro, etc., you should temporarily go visit him at

http://shannah.ca

On shannah.ca you’ll mostly find blog entries directed at the web developer – the kind of blog that you’ll probably find when you’re at your wit’s end, pulling out your hair with your teeth because you’ve run into an insurmountable problem and are looking at Page 6 of your GOOOOOGLE search results for any nugget of help, a small thread of hope that someone else has run into your problem before…

And also funny and thoughtful entries on politics, the state of things in general, and life, not in general.

*IMPORTANT NOTE* – Don’t read his About Me page. It hasn’t been updated since 2006 (even though his blog entries are current) so it has some embarassing details about how we met…and stuff like that…Dataface is now Xataface, I don’t think he really uses Plone that much anymore, and I am most definitely NOT his girlfriend anymore.

Steve and Beverly Hannah - Circa October 2010

This is what we look like, at our stomping grounds in Burnaby, BC, Canada – at Simon Fraser University – Steve’s the Web Developer for the Faculty of Communication, Art, and Technology, and I’m (STILL) an undergraduate Linguistics student there. Met there in 2004 and huh, wouldn’t ya know it, it’s 3 days till our 3rd wedding anniversary.

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