Poo stickers and inconvenient truths.
This has been my day. My day of being off. Ryan and I had a series of adventures that inspired laughter, tears, a sore index finger and a cramp in my shoulder. True story.
As my "P.S." mentioned in the previous blog, we went to the movie "An Inconvenient Truth". Hence the tears. Have you seen it? It had been recommended by Ted Grand and various Moksha studio emails. They were offering some sort of deal that gave you a free yoga class with your movie ticket stub, or something of that nature. Ryan and I were intrigued. And pleasantly surprised that a documentary by Al Gore on globalwarming would be playing at the movie theatre just up the street from our apartment. Go figure. So now I must say... I highly recommend watching this documentary. And yes, I realize that we've shown a movie on veganism and activism at a Thanksgiving dinner... and that I've touted animal rights on this blog more than once... but now I recommend the watching of this movie. It comes out on DVD November 21st (apparently). And it was very informative, easy to understand, and actually ended with suggestions on how to make change. Imagine that. In the meantime, the website is fancy and seems to also offer the same information...
www.climatecrisis.net
Ugh. Come onnnn nicole, An Inconvenient Truth is SO 1994. And are those last season's shoes you're wearing??! *scoff scoff*
AND the adventures continue. In the hope of discovering something exciting, Ryan and I decided to take the escalator rather than the elevator through the 7 floors of Breeze center. What did we discover? Some sort of odd department store where one might purchase anything they wanted... or didn't want. Erasers shaped like food. T-shirts for dogs. Magic mushroom soap containers. Hello Kitty brand make-up. Various Pez dispensers. Tarot cards. Nip-NONS nipple covers "for fashion wear". Craft supplies. Food. Everything and anything. I practically had to drag Ryan out of the store (exaggerating, of course). He likes random objects. However, we could not leave without purchasing some luchadores and poo stickers (I will return to the poo stickers soon enough). Oh and knitting supplies.
I am learning how to knit. I have done this once before, but was uninspired and uncoordinated. This time I purchased flourescent green and pink yarn. Looked up the instructions on the internet. And now have spent my evening knitting. Which = sore index finger and a cramp in my shoulder. But I'll knit me a scarf yet. Does it matter that all I know how to do is the regular knit stitch? Nothing fancy for me. Purling looks too complicated. Nonetheless, be proud.
Okay. So poo stickers. There is a story here. Once upon a time... On our first visit to the Shilin night market. Led by the fearless Chris and Eric. I stumbled upon a squishy toy pile of poo. The piles of poo came in various colors. Had various emotions and faces. But it was distinctly squishy poo. You could also buy it in keychain form. At the time, amazed by the wonder that was Taiwan tackiness and tired from the constant barrage to my senses, I could do nothing but laugh. And not just "ha ha" sort of laughter. But crazy nicole unstoppable unbelievable laughter. I think I almost peed. So NOW... as I peruse the stickers in our 'everything you don't want' store, I find the same poo characters but in sticker form. How could I resist? And of course, laughter did ensue. Please. Can somebody tell me what is up with the pile of poo as a cartoon character? I need some sort of explanation. I love it. Oh and in case you are sceptical:
poo stickersOne last thing. I use too much punctuation. I am well aware of my punctuation-abuse, however I can't seem to stop. That's just the way the thoughts come from my head and out my fingertips. Punctuation is handy. < ...,,,;;;:::..... > There we go. So go find the movie. Check out the website. Find out what the deal is with the poo cartoon. And then get back to me. Tell me how you're doing. Thailand is coming sooner than I thought. The pile of packing has already begun. xx. -n.
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