I'm a tool

Somehow I've managed to follow myself and I can't undo it. lol..

Slumdog Millionaire

Okay, so I've figured out how to blog more without having a lot to new and interesting things to write about... lol... That's right. Cheat.

I've been telling everyone that they should see Slumdog Millionaire because it is amazing! Here is a trailer and some award winning music...

ONe more Awesome viDeo

Music! I Love utube

I was playing around on utube and come across and interview with Cris Martin, lead singer of ColdPlay. I freakin love this band!

One of their most recent singles: :

Poetry sort of

I have this habit of writing barely cryptic, non-rhyming, somewhat obvious poetry... I've found a couple lurking about in old notebooks recently and thought to myself- what else is a blog for? lol....
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How can I love you if you don’t reject me?
There must be something wrong with you
A hook not yet seen, the lure set
There’s not

I’m used to scraps
I’m used to banging my head against…
I trust when I beg and plead
For love

Too easy, too free…
What’s the catch?
Why don’t you reject me?
Not yet

I’ll push, I’ll shove and fight against
This trap you’ve set
I have no expectations
And they’re always met

Wait and see, you’ll be the same
Once I change you

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Beyond the grasp of echos
On a wire I quietly perch
Reaching, calling out
For memory
Of innocence and hope
Awaiting the key master
to unlock my will
Recollect, Collide
Not pause
But fume and reach
Static with hindrance
A soul without breath
forever must wait

The: I Haven't got my cat neutured yet, oh crap he's pissing everywhere, home game!

Okay, so I haven't gotten around to getting my cat Alister neutered yet. I know! I KNOW! LOL this crap cost money though.

So here is my new home game. I think in the end the cat is always the winner but I think that I should get points just for showing up.

Part One.

Figuring out where that smell is coming from.

This can be tricky. First I recommend paying attention to already peed upon areas... Once a snazzy place to pee always a snazzy place. Secondly, if your cat seems to be spending a particularly long time sniffing a particular spot then that is where to look or in a very near there. Also note that he's probably about to do it again.

Part Two.

Deny areas to the cat that make life extra difficult on you.

Okay so here is the thing... I am willing to argue that there is almost no greater atrocity in life than settling down to have your morning cup of coffee only to bring it towards your lips, to stop just in time to think: 'Hmmm.... Why does my coffee smell funny...'. That's right the f@!$%Kng cat likes to pee on my coffee maker! Oh Yeah! That sucks. So deny him! That's right now when I go to bed or to work or leave for any length of time I've set up an easy to put up and take down fence system to prevent my cat from getting on top of the stove and/or counters. I use a left over strip of wallpaper that I have, taping on end to the fridge, having it run along atop the adjacent counter area where the sink is located, turning the corner braced by strip of laminate floring (of which i have lots) leaning up against the corner, and extending to just in front of my stove (which immediately follows the counter), where, in front of it, I have several more pieces of laminate floring conected together which I clip it to. Besides possibly being the longest sentence in the world. This process takes approx. 1 minute to set up or to take down. As I just move the flooring pieces against the kitchen wall when done and roll up the wallpaper, sticking an empty wrapping paper roll through it so that it can be tucked in beside the fridge. Long story short, NO PEE in my coffee.


Cats in heat like to mew and go nuts over the neighborhood cats. Especially in basements. The best way to solve this is deny them the window. Because the little brat pees all over this too and start howling. so I keep my handy thin wood blinds down. He can't jump through that. Thus I don't have to be woken up by howling or cleaning pee smelling blinds.

Part Three.

Protect all your cool stuff.

Simple, don't leave stuff like important paperwork or your favorite sweater laying around because it will get peed on. I also covered the bottom shelf of my book shelves with plastic so that my books will be safe.

Part Four.

Make things as easy to clean as possible.

I coiled excess cords and picked them up off of the floor twist-tie-ing them together to the furniture nearest the electronic they go with. This way I don't have to scrub every wire (well likely) and my floor is ready to be easily moped everywhere in an instant!

Part Five.

Wish you had fixed your cat long ago so you'd have never needed to figure out this crap.

And, that is the cat-pee-proofing home game. Fun for the whole family. If not them at least for the cat.

My old job

I found this story I wrote as a goodbye to the folks I worked at Tim Horton's with... Gosh, I'm funny. :):

Rhetorical Fondant
by Janita Davis


I entered the room and it seemed to buzz with caffiene induced life and the air around me crackled like a wet and then dry again sugar packet. I sent a whistful glance towards the door hoping that merely a look would transport me back to somewhere, anywhere, that wasn't work with a preference given to my chesterfield at home while enjoying an episode of the ever fantastic Buffy series on television. With just a glimmer of a tear forming in the corner of my eye, oh Buffy, I turn my head back towards my eight hour imprisonment and finding myself strangely drawn into the kitchen. I sense something is amis and stride deliberately toward the sanctuary of the office where I intend to contruct some sort of doohicky designed to protect me from unseen evil out of drive-through time print out papers. They always work. After creating a large web-like barrier of protection in the office I spin around three times, raise my palsm up in the air calling upon supernatural forces to protect me from food poisoning and the bitchy lady in the white car who never smiles. Now I am ready to work.

The trees outside blew about omniously once night had fallen. A shiver ran through me and I shut the drive-thru window. A young man was staring at me intently as he stood in line. I caught his eye and couldn't look away drawn in by his questioning glaze. What is he thinking I wonder.... Could he be thinking... "Is franchising our society killing the newcomer small business owner, pushing low quality product like a clown with a balloon puppet and laying further foundation for the destruction of any remenance of a non-comercialized society?" I can feel his gaze penetrating my left earlobe as I draw up closer to the cash that he is approaching. He is near now and my palse begins to race as he gets closer; still he stares.... A hint of a smile is playing on his lips... Is he judging me? That judger... Now I need to know! Pushing my way to the cash I position myself so that I am his next server.. Tick tock tick tock.... I glance at the clock, still four hours left. I glance back. He smiles at me and I feel myself longing for the safety of the evil protected office. His mouth opens and he speaks...: "Hey, can I have a free donut?"

"No." I reply. "No, you can't." My heart is crying out! It is crying out for justice and values! It is crying out that nothing is free you creten! It cries out against the blackness in the hearts of our fellow human beings like the holes in ring donuts! I turn from the cash after the obligatory roll of my eyes and a profane decloration uttered underneath my breath... What I really need is a sandwich.

Time is a tricky thing. I broke the clock.

After the customer debackle I retreat to the back where I can, more or less, safely pretend that I'm in my happy place. ...And no, I'm not telling you where that is. I don't want it to get crowded.

Humans are creatures of habit and nothing cries out more of routine than staging donuts. It calls to me like a really creepy thing lurking about in the darkness that some stupid blond in a horror movie will no doubt be investigating at any moment. Like a film actress going back to her roots I stand at a forty-five degree angel to the freezer and cry in an overly loud talking voice... "If anyone needs me I'll be in the freezer." And I charge in gallantly with no regard for the my own life. A short while later I come out a bit colder, a bit foggier and quite possibly a hero. Yes a hero. A warrior of frozen goods cursed with the responsibility of ridding the world of it's supply and demand worries. Yes soon it will be another day and there WILL be a donut. As I stand brimming with pride the errie feeling of doom I felt earlier in the evening starts to return and I find my gaze drawn towards the fondant. All that chocolate, maple and vanella fondant... just siting there.... congealing innocently. My vision narrows to that of pin points and I know what needs to be done. I circle the the fondant trays menacingly as past experience has told me that is how best to handle this situation. I take off the lids and there it sits staring at me out of empty air bubbles. If evil bred goo this fondant would surely be it's spawn. Without giving it time to react, I charge forth arming myself with it's own wooden spoon and overpowering it, plopping it's gloppy contents into the garbage bin. It gurgled! I snarled working my way determindly from one flavor to the next. Unexpectedly some of the hot-ish contents spilled upon my arm and I cried out in pain! "Why God why? It burns! It burns! Why have you forsaken me?" I stop with the dramatics and settle on waving my wooden spoon disaprovingly at the fondant and retreating into paper webbed office coccooning myself protectively while I order someone else to finish the terrifying and sticky task I abandoned. Everything is okay now. The clock reads 10:45 and I know that the end of my time here draws near. As I wait and avoid further work for the rest of the evening I think to myself about the meaning of my existence and my role in society as fondant slayer and find myself wondering... What the hell am I babbling on about. : )

Thank you everyone and take care,

Janita