A Dateless Wonder

The life and times of a great Dateless Wonder.

Friday, December 31, 2004

happy poo year

So it's another New Year's Eve (day), and I'm sick!

Woo hoo! A few years ago, I was sick on NYE and it was my best one yet!
I read, went to bed early and slept through the entire ordeal.

I get weepy just thinking about it.

In other news, school is starting on Monday.
I'm excited about school, but I'm so Zack Morris.

"I love school, too bad classes get in the way."


Thursday, December 23, 2004

white stuff

This is pure snow! Do you have any idea what the street value of this mountain is?

-Charles De Mar, Better Off Dead

After ten years of my mother complaining about the Mr. Plows of the world, she decided to buy a snow thrower so that I could clear the driveway for her.

She needs it done before 8:30 which means I would have to do it by 7:30 (leave for school at 8:00) and shovelling--although alluring--would be a real drag.

So anyway, I go with my brother to the Store O'Throwers and I mentioned to him that it would be horrible for a female to go to one of these places alone because Tool Men usually talk down to women.

When the first Tool Man started talking to us, I said--"I'm the one who is going to be operating it, so I'd like to ask some questions..." When I asked him about having to mix oil with the gasoline, he told me to think about it like it was a recipe. I'm not sure if he uses that analogy on everyone.

When Tool Man #2 (who didn't know I would be the one using the machine) taught "us" how to use it, he NEVER ONCE made eye contact with me. He was teaching my brother.

Que lastima.


Monday, December 20, 2004


So, when I woke up this morning and looked at my dashing face in the mirror, I noticed a red bump just under my lip.

"Hmm..." Thinks I. "Am I breaking out?"
I touch said red bump and feel nothing.
"Hmm..." Thinks I. "Is this a spider bite?"

Having been bitten before....that time on the TTC when a spider crawled up my pant leg--I was unaware--and bit me SEVERAL times. (I had no idea why there was an intense burning sensation on my thigh, and two seconds later several bumps.) I only reazlied what had happened when I went to look at my leg in bathroom at Bloor--NEVER DO THAT, EVER! EVER! Because you may just trod on someone's home.--and looked at my leg to see four bites....I now know what these bites look like.

I have been bitten from something in my sleep! How horrific! Hopefully, he got too close to my lips and I swallowed that son of a bitch.

Destroy my vanity you won't, Spider!


Sunday, December 19, 2004


I'm hacking away at my take-home exam questions right now. Plus difficiles.

I don't have anything else to say about Google.com, radio-frequency ID tags, and the pros & cons of classification. Wah.

I didn't do the readings for the class (I forgot!), so I also have to play a little bit of catch up in order to insert pertinent quotations in here and there.

In other news, I started reading a book on statistics (no tears!) in preparation for next semester, and I'm finding it most enthralling. My brain really has turned to mush.


Saturday, December 18, 2004

What's YOUR favorite book???

So, next semester--which is in all of two weeks--I'm doing a course on reader's advisory. A very interesting subject. It's basically a course that learns you good in several different genres: chick lit, romance, graphic novels, thrillers, detective fiction, sci-fi, fantasy, etc., etc.

Anyways, last year, they had to do an assignment where they chose their favorite book EVER and discussed why it was so great.

If I had to do this same assignment, I thought I would choose The Princess Bride. That book is my all-time favorite! However, the prof says that you have to choose an ADULT fiction book. Now, in my option, The PB IS adult fiction--You won't find it in the children's section--You'll find it in the Sci-Fi/Fantasy section at Chapters. However, the public library's NoveList classifies it as Young Adult. Pity. All of my favorite books seem to be either Young Adult or Children's books.

So, then I thought Fight Club.

Give it up for Chuck!

And remember to answer the aforementioned question.


Thursday, December 16, 2004

book reco

I finally got a hold of a copy of He's Just Not That Into You.

I think it's good advice girls...I suggest you all check it out!

From Publishers Weekly
It’s a classic single-woman scenario: you really like this guy, but he’s giving mixed messages. You make excuses, decide he’s confused, afraid of commitment. Behrendt, a former executive story editor for Sex and the City—and a formerly single (now happily married) guy who knows all the excuses—provides a simple answer: he’s just not that into you.



So, I talked to the Crush--my friend and I have dubbed him "Lars."

I introduced myself to him, and asked him about that course he had to create that blog about, because I was considering taking those courses earlier in the year. He was very helpful and nice. He used a lot of jargon when he was talking, but I guess that reflects the course (which was theoretical) as opposed to him.

Anyways, it was good to talk to him so at least he's a real person now, and not some figment.

Mission Accomplished.

Meh....Now I need to find a new Lars.


Tuesday, December 14, 2004

!tiny sepuku!

So excited am I!

I wrote to Tiny Sepuku--The greatest advice comic/greatest stand alone comic anywhere (www.tinysepuku.com) --And the cartoonist responded to my give-me-advice-please query.

He rocks! Who knows...Maybe my query will be made into a comic? So cool! Here's his reponse:

Hi [DW], thanks for your email and the kind words about the comic. There was an old song by The Smiths called Ask with lyrics that went "Shyness is nice and shyness can stop you from doing all the things in life you'd like to". I thought of that song when I read your question.

I wonder if you are more visible to guys than you think and maybe they do want to talk to you. It's just that when you don't make eye contact or acknowledge them verbally, they may get the impression that you don't want to be bothered and it discourages them from talking to you.

If that's the case, I would practice just making yourself more approachable. That is maintaining eye contact with guys, and dare I say "initiating" it. I would also try to give off a relaxed, and inviting vibe instead of some kind of "don't look at me, you scare me" one. Once you've gotten that down, then you can work on the conversation part. It's okay to not divulge too much to someone you've just met, and given that you're scared of talking to boys you like, I don't think that will be a problem. But initiating and maintaining conversation is key.

So just keep the conversation light, and ask questions about your potential suitor. Like find out what he does, what kind of things he's into, etc. You won't have to do much talking at all and you'll give the impression that you're interested in him. At some point you'll be relaxed enough around him to be yourself and everything will be on autopilot. Another thing you can do is just practice flirting. You can do this with guys who are much more bashful than you (and there are A LOT of those...why do you think so many guys won't approach you?) or just do it with good looking waiters and store clerks. I say practice with retail folks cuz part of their job is to flirt with and engage the customers. So no matter how bad you flirt, you'll still probably get some kind of interaction with them. Just don't ask them out, that puts an end to the customer/server flirtation dynamic and just makes thing awkward (If they really are interested in you, they'll ask you out). Just writing about this makes me want to do some comics on retail flirtation rules.

And if all else fails, just wear a brightly colored tee-shirt with huge printing on it that says: I'm Shy! Please Talk To Me. or something like that. Strangely enough you aren't the only person in this situation. I know a lot of people who are attractive and have never been on dates, some in their 30s. So it's more common than you know. I think you need to start a web site for all these people to meet and you can date each other. Anyway, I wish you luck with finding someone. You seem to have extroverted tendencies in other aspects of your life, so I'm sure eventually you'll carry them over to your romantic side and find a date. Thank you again for writing. Take care.
PS Where should I say this question is from?


Monday, December 13, 2004

One down!

Three to go!

Today's exam in management was enlightening. It's always good to use answers found in the multiple choice questions in your answers for the essay questions.... :-/

Who wants to study bibliographic control?! People studying to be librarians, that's who!

Now, another question arises...Why am I studying bibliographic control?

In other news, I didn't see the Hitched Crush today. He who shall soon become either UnHitched or an UnCrush once I figure out what is going on... Bwah!


Sunday, December 12, 2004

doom -- read it all, please.

So, tomorrow I have a management exam. Woo. Hold me down.

I'm not sure if I'm ready, but I still have a few more hours tomorrow to study.

Ugh. On to my usual diatribe about singleness.
What is going on here? I feel like I'm going in mad circles, or I'm in a giant circle that will never end. Why hasn't anything changed?

I've actually learned not to ask for change because of the Grimm Fairy Tales...but that's another story involving a mouse, a sausage and a bird.

Ah what the heck....

So there's this mouse, sausage, and bird...

They all lived together, see, in this house--Quite happily, indeed.
They each do a particular chore each day: The mouse cleans house and fetches water, the sausage cooks the food and passes himself through the stew to flavor it, and the bird goes into the forest to collect the fire wood.

One day, as the bird is collecting the fire wood, a crow starts talking to him.

"Say, what are you doing out here, bird?"
"Oh--I'm just collecting wood!" responded bird.
"It seems like a tiring job to me! Why are you doing it?" asked crow.
"Well, I live with mouse and sausage, and we each do chores so that the household functions properly."
"What chores do they have to do?"
"Well, they do chores around the house--cooking & cleaning."
"You mean they don't have to leave the house? They sure are taking advantage of you!"

Now, the bird had never thought that he was being taken advantage of, but the more he thought about it, the more he agreed with the crow. He immediately went home to discuss it with his roommates.

"I'm getting a bum deal here!" yelled bird when he got home. "I want to stay at home!"
Despite mouse and sausage's pleading that everything worked well, bird would not listen. He wanted things to change.

So things did change: bird would fetch the water & clean house, mouse would do the cooking, and sausage would collect the wood.

The next day, the sausage went out to collect wood, and a dog happened to see him and gobbled him up!

When sausage didn't return home in the evening, bird and mouse became worried. Bird went to look for sausage, and found the dog licking his paws.

"The sausage didn't have anyone's name on it!" responded the dog when bird asked him if he had seen sausage.

Bird returned home, and told mouse about sausage's death. Mouse wept, but decided that they had to go on living life as they had...

Mouse continued to cook dinner. As she passed herself through the stew, she burned off all her fur and skin in the hot water and died.

Bird came in the house to speak to mouse, but couldn't find her. He wept, but decided to go on living life normally...

Bird went to go fetch the water from the well. Unfortunately, when he tried to pull the bucket up, it was too heavy so he fell into the well and drowned.

And that, my friends, is why we do not ask for change.



Saturday, December 11, 2004

current feelings:

general malaise, unease, vague depression, meloncholy...

possible causes:

too much of the black bile
3 exams next week


Friday, December 10, 2004

lost frog?

This Web site is hysterical: www.lostfrog.org

Check out all 100 slides...They're well worth it.


Thursday, December 09, 2004


Astrology.com said it best:

You're like Sherlock Holmes without a case -- all riled up intellectually with no place to go. Get some reading out of the way, or hit up your friends for some stimulating talk.



HA! Junky, googling skills can take you too far sometimes...

I found my Crush's online journal (albeit--it was for a course so it only has about 15 entries), but I was able to glean a lot of information from it...

My thought process was as follows......Why am I reading this? I'm psycho....But what does it say...Read on, DW, read on...

It's like reading someone's written diary and there being few consequences (guilt?).

Anyways, on the bright side, he seems really smart...one of those types who does readings and stuff...one of those types who reminds me about my under-utilized brain. Although his journal was for a course, at one point he discusses some movie stars, and he spells all their names incorrectly....Why do I know how to spell celebrities names? Because I spend time reading Entertainment Weekly instead of my readings.

a*c was just discussing how she didn't like a certain evil someone reading her blog...

am i an evil psycho-google-stalker?


Tuesday, December 07, 2004


Yesterday I realized that it's a possiblity that The Crush may be graduating this semester. Yet another crush dissolving before it's even begun.

Oh well.

I've finished all my assignments, and now I have to study for exams. I haven't really studied for an exam in four years. That was the beauty of majoring in English Lit...Read the books? You've done your studying.

Argh. How will I cope?

C'est tout.


Saturday, December 04, 2004


Watched Annie Hall last night. I love that movie. It's solid.

In other news, I've been doing a lot of assignments recently. They're all due this coming week, and after that I have exams. Man alive, this is the first time in four years that I haven't had a full month off during the winter break. Semestered classes suck.

I'll end up having less than two weeks off because I have a take home exam to do. Poo.

I saw The Crush (I think I need a nickname for him, don't I?) a few times this week. But I've never, ever gotten a chance to talk to him...There would be no natural segue. I mean, whenever I see him, it is in the computer lab...But I don't want to play an ass and ask for help or something. Ugh.