"Mommy, where is the water going?"

"It's coming back even faster. Please run."

Here's how you can make a donation to quake relief:

Canadian Red Cross www.redcross.ca, or 1-800-418-1111 or contact local Red Cross office.

World Vision www.worldvision.ca or 1-800-268-5528.

UNICEF Canada www.unicef.ca, or 1-877-955-3111.

Oxfam Canada www.oxfam.ca, or 1-800-GO-OXFAM

Cdn. Tamil Congress at 416-751-8777

Cdn. Relief Organization for Peace in Sri Lanka at 416-429-2822

All Toronto police stations

courtesy of the Toronto Star

an excerpt from my diary journal sailor's log PLOG (paper blog)

dear diary PLOG,
i gotta get used to your new name. no more diary, no more diary, no more diary.
PLOG PLOG PLOG... mmm... blending. like smokefog smog. or taximetercabriolet taxicab taxi.
today was beautiful, and by beautiful i mean that she talked to me, for like, more than 4 minutes. that's got to be a record. and a voice in my head, sounding a lot like pierre macguire, echoed that sentiment. happy happy happy! and she was doing this casual, playful shouldercheck thing while we were walking, so we slowly pendulated down the sidewalk. it was a bit cold outside so i really wanted to put my arm around her and tell her then and there, but that might've ruined the moment. or open up the choir in my head that's been waiting since grade three for that moment. slowly, like a zamboni. the ground was too icy to kneel anyway.

SCRUBS: 3.11 "My Clean Break"

Turk: So, did you break up with her?

J.D.: I was going to last night, but then I looked in her eyes, and I realized how rare it is to meet someone who's actually willing to have sex with me.

Carla: How did you have sex with the woman you're about to break up with?

J.D.: Okay, you know how the, uh, couch in the living room has those high arms...?

Turk: Babe, you gotta understand, a guy will sleep with any woman he finds attractive, no matter how he feels about her. If Tyra Banks drove her car over my mom and then offered to have sex with me? I'd have to dial 9-1-1 in the nude because my pants would already be off!

Carla: That's sweet! While your mother lays there dying!

Turk: [to J.D.] Tell her.

J.D.: His mom doesn't die. Tyra uses her connections in the supermodel world to get government scientists to put Turk's mom's brain into Heidi Klum's body. She falls in love with me, we all move in together.

Turk: It'd be awkward at first, but I'd make it work.... 'Cause I love my mom.

J.D.: Mm, and I would love her, too.

Carla: [going back to work] New low.

tis the season...

it's just about that time of year again.
more than a few people are just kicking back and relaxing from exams,
or still studying furiously to finish up the last one or two.
probably feeling a little bit lonely because everyone else is together.
this will cheer you up, knowing that someone out there is much worse off.

(right-click, save as)
turn it up

-cheers

people think that i eat too many chocolate bars, or that i don't wash my face...

here are a few things i like with chocolate:
- milk. milk chocolate doesn't really make any difference to me. chocolate milk, however, is probably what Jesus would've turned that bath water at the marriage at Cana into, had it been invented yet.
- peanut butter. thank you reese's.
- nutella. ferrero roche knows where its at.
- nuts. white chocolate macadamia nut cookies. 'nuff said.
- caramel. the caramilk bar secret is not very well protected.
- nougat. i don't really know what nougat is but it sounds dirrty.
- marshmallow. sugar + chocolate = can't be wrong.
- pastry and other bakery store goods. all pastry and other bakery store goods goodness is multiplied 10 billion-fold by a drizzle of chocolate syrup.
- mint. york peppermint patties! girl guides' chocolate mint thins! oh baby. i wish i had a sister so that ggcmts would come my way more often than door-to-door. my only way in now is to date a girl guide. i think it's worth it.