Ok, some light housekeeping first! I’m a big loser nerd and have way too many webpages. For my photo goodness, other than Puki stories, please check out my LiveJournal. Every so often, I’m going to put up fifteen random shots that I’ve taken of animals, people, or the outdoors. So if you like photography, and want to make fun of my lameness, feel free.

Hey, anyone play GaiaOnline? Cause… um.. I totally don’t.  That’s for like… babies… *cough*

Anyway, on with the show! No picture today, but just image Bill Murray looking all downtrodden. The other night I finally got around to watching Broken Flowers, which I was excited for. The plot sounded entertaining, and Bill Murray is awesome. How could this go wrong?

…Oh Indie Flicks… why do I trust you?

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Bum Bum BUM!!!! (Now with resized photos so that everything is seen, and hopefully not cut off! Stupid wordpress layout rules!)

Cornelia: Ok, I think I have everything… Grocery list, wallet, coupons… Hannalore can take her own DVDs back, so I don’t need those…

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Every so often, it happens. You pick up the latest book by a well-loved author, eager to lose yourself in its well-known characters, and clever plot structures. However, as you continue to read, you realize something bad. You realize something is wrong here, but you’re afraid to admit it yourself. Maybe you put the book down, thinking it’s you, not them. You’re too tired, too distracted… but no. Sadly, you have to admit what’s real, and accept it.

The writing is bad, and the book sucks.

This is what happened to me last night, while reading the latest Laura Childs that I found in the library, “The Silver Needle Murder”

The tea has been overbrewed, my friends... drain the cups and move on.

The tea has been overbrewed, my friends... drain the cups and move on.

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When we last stopped by the dollhouse, Hannalore had been dragged out of bed to greet the new day, much to her annoyance. Now that the sun is out, the threesome head outside to hold their first BBQ of the season.

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And so, to celebrate, it’s time to return to the dollhouse!

Cornelia: Hannalorrrrre!! Wake up!!!

Hannalore: nrrrg, gerroff….

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Dear Chris Brown,

One word for you: Over. As in “What your Career is now”. Because of all the things you could have done, all the bad choices you could have made, you pick the one that you never bounce back from. Domestic Violence.

And don’t give me that whole, “Hey, what about Bobby Brown and Tommy Lee” thing, because I ask of you, What ABOUT Bobby Brown and Tommy Lee? When was the last time you heard anything awesome about them?

Smile while you can, you idiot.

Smile while you can, you idiot.

This is serious business, Chris. You do know that, right. This isn’t like crashing up a car, or getting caught with coke in the bathroom of a club. This is pretty much the only thing you can do when famous and see the inside of a prison cell. You chose to beat up a musical sweetheart. You beat up Rihanna.

Are you kidding me?! This girl RIGHT HERE? You are so dead, man.

Are you kidding me?! You put THIS GIRL in A HOSPITAL BED!? Oh Man, run for the hills, Chris.

I MEAN ARE YOU INSANE?! She’s sweeter than candy! She’s a musical icon, and she’s only had like, three point five albums out! She weighs as much as ONE of my thighs! For God’s sake, she started a CHARITY FOUNDATION! She helps people find BONE MARROW DONORS!

You are totally, totally dead. And I don’t just mean like, in terms of music. Because as far as I’m concerned, you never really had that going for you. I mean, that “Kiss Kiss”  bullshit? Please. So boring. Go back to making music with Lil’ Mama. Wait, I take that back. That’s actually not my advice for you. My advice is to run to Mars, or to get your ass in jail post haste. Because as much as  jailbirds hate woman beaters, there’s another man you need to fear more than them right now. May I introduce you to… a Mr. Jay-Z?

He is coming for you, Chris. Coming fast.

He is coming for you, Chris. Coming fast.

Jay-Z is gonna take your punk ass out. You may ask why Jay-Z would possibly care about Rihanna’s well being. Well, fun fact! Jay-Z pretty much discovered her, and he’s very much a fan. He’s already made a few threatning remarks about Chris, and I say Sick ‘em Jay-Z! Sick ‘em! We’ll all look the other way. Y’know, when we’re not cheering.

No love,

~Shannon Hilchie

PS: Don’t even bring up that sad ass “apology statement” you gave.  We already hate you. Don’t pour salt in the wound. Enjoy life while you can.

Ok, so I love books, we all know that. I’ll read practically anything, but I do have a few fave genres. Foodie mysteries, teenage trash, 80’s YA novels, and anything about the Depression. Oh, the Depression. How I love you.

Yes, this is kind of a timely post, I suppose. While I hope we don’t end up in that situation again, I find it fascinating. People banding together, getting through the difficult times, finding distractions and joy in anything and everything. Plus, I love food descriptions, and children’s Depression writings are usually full of them. Two of my favourite books of all time are A Tree Grows in Brooklyn and The Booky Trilogy. Booky being WAY cooler because it wasn’t as dire, and it was set in Toronto! Go Canada, Go!

I first discovered the Booky Trilogy in grade six, where I loved the books so much I read them over and over. My teacher read them aloud to us, and I adored them. After that, I rediscovered them at a flea market years later and eagerly bought them all. I lost one book, but by then they were redone in a one book set. With an extra brand-new chapter! HURRAH!

So fancy my shock and delight when I learned that CBC had actually made not one, not two, but THREE movies of these books! OH MY GOD, people! I’m going to watch the third one tonight, and I am SO excited! Plus, there’s another one on the way! Oh, please don’t suck, PLEASE! I’m so excited!

Bonus video linkage! Cooking with Clara: A fantastic lady in her 90’s who cooks up the food she made when she lived through the depression, as well as telling stories about her life. Guys, I love this woman!

Hey everyone.
Sorry for the unexpected lack of entries. After I was hacked, I lost interest in posting things. However, I will be getting back to work soon. Don’t worry!

Ohmigawd, you guys.

I found all my old diaries from the early 90’s! No! SERIOUSLY! I opened a cupboard in my dad’s office and there they were, stacked with all my VHS tapes. And what better exercise in memories, nostalgia, and embarrassment than typing them out and commenting of them for you to enjoy.

The first diary is black with a grey tabby cat sleeping on the cover. The kitty is also holding a teddy bear. Awww… how sweet. I think I actually remember buying this one from a school reading thing? None of these books are in order. I think I just wrote from one to the next willy-nilly style. I’ll start with one before moving to the next. The keys are long gone to all these diaries, but they have the flimsy, easily breakable locks on them, so it’s not like they were a challenge to anyone who might want to break in. However, it’s honestly not as if I had to worry about that. The only person who might take a diary is a brother, and while I have one of those (HI FINDLAY!) it’s not like he was interested in my thrilling life. Hell, I wasn’t even interested in my thrilling life.
So let’s begin, turning back the clock to February 21st, 1994. When I was nine. Oh, this is going to be good.

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Just a heads up. Last night I had my email hacked. From there, my LJ password and my facebook passwords were changed on me. Luckily, my LJ wasn’t touched, but it seems my FB was. Several of my friends were defriended, so if you see me missing from your list, please just re-add me. I’m doing my best on my side as well. I also lost almost a years worth of email, so if you sent me something last night? I never saw it

What makes people behave in such asshole-y ways?

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