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It may be the most foolish thing I’ve ever done… I’ve got an etsy shop!

Day two of the project. So far, so good.

Jack and I had dinner last night, and we discussed my new idea. He had lots of questions about it, and together we hashed out the rules and the definition of this new word.

So, in the strictest sense, a localtarian could be someone that eats ONLY local food. However, much like vegetarianism, there are tiers of strictness that one can follow. If I was going to be a strict localtaian, I would eat nothing that came from outside Nova Scotia. This raises some issue as we cannot produce certain foods here due to climate, etc. If I was to become a strict localtarian then I would never be able to eat a banana, or an olive, or use olive oil, or have certain cheeses.

While some people are more than willing to go that far, and I applaud them for their choice, I cannot. While I wish I could get everything local to reduce packing, shipping, etc, I realize that this is impossible. Right now, I would say 90% of my food shopping IS local, and good for me. But if there is a wonderful olive grove in say, I dunno, Italy, that is earth friendly and doing their part, then I have little problem supporting them the same way I would a farm down the street from me. It’s not their fault we can’t make it here and they have to ship it.

Jack also wanted to know how the rules change if I’m traveling. Yes, they would. Then I will try to eat food local to wherever I am. If I can’t get ANYTHING, then I will have to make due.

Last night was my first time at a restaurant since decided this plan, and I was pleased at how much I could still eat from the menu. I had a meatless pizza (not a shock, I do that anyway), but now I could not have a bite of Jack pizza, which had prosciutto.

Which, now that I think about it, maybe I could have had a bite of. Is NS able to make prosciutto? I must research.

Basically, this means I can never eat fast food again. Well, anything meat related from them anyway. Which sucks because OMIGAWD I WILL MISS YOU WENDYS, but on the other hand, hello Health town. Also, I can always go to the rad North Diner in Bedford which has local cheeseburger, right down to the bun. Thank GOD for them!

I’m lucky to live in Nova Scotia. We have a ton of local food organizations here, as well as lots of Chefs who cook local and local only. And we have access to seafood, thank God. Though I may need to have different rules for seafood…

Oh, and I’m trying to figure out where I can GET local poutine, Matt. Technically, the gravy would need to be from local beef. Or from a bullion cube, I suppose.

I’m going to start photographing my food (YAY!) but for now, here’s a breakdown of what I’ve been eating and where it came from:

Breakfast: Glass of C Boost from Boathouse farms (Not local, but a worthy company to support), one slice of whole wheat bread (local), spread with peanut butter and jam (both local)

Work meals: Sandwich made of the aforementioned bread, PB, and Jam, homemade Risotto, apple (local), grapes.

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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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.

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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All right! Happy New Year everyone. What better time to write about hot girls making out with each other than now? Let finish up with the first episode of A Shot of Love, Season One!

You know you love it

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Just a quick note to say that production here is going to be quieter based on the holiday rush. I’m currently working on a new book review, and I’ll be back shortly. *hugs*

Finally, I’m thrilled to tell you that The Library of Jack and Shannon will be airing starting this week! Thursday will see the very first episode of not only my novel, but Jack’s as well!

We did some basic math, and realized that if we only aired my novel, it would take forEVER to get to Jacks. And trust me, you want to read Jack’s novel NOW, because it’s amazing!

I’ve been working on the library site today (RIGHT HERE!) and hopefully it looks all right. Not sure on the layout… the colours looked better in my head, but we’ll see how it holds up. It’s gonna be a busy week, that’s for damn sure! Not only do Jack and I have this new podcast on our hands, it’s back to school for the both of us. Cross fingers!

Well, looks like my glam film-star life is on hold for another day. I left the movie this weekend due to poor management and no respect. But hey, I’m out and free now, and there have been lessons learned all around!

1) Don’t treat your actors like props.

2) Always have actors sign release forms.

3) Do not be in movies for friends. Unless they totally kick ass at making them.

It’s nice to have my weekends free again. A very good thing considering I have so much to do before Jack leaves for his bike trip. I try not to think about it too much, it gives me panic attacks. Kidding! Sorta! We have three episodes of the Sonic Society to start, not to mention three episodes of the new Library Podcast. Arg, we could NOT have picked a worse month to start that, could we?

Still, we must carry on.