Thursday, December 25, 2008

For Your Christmas Viewing Pleasure

Merry Christmas from Sheena's Sister's Couch in Winnipeg, 3rd mimosa in hand...

Friday, December 19, 2008

Not Directed At Anyone. Really. Seriously. No, I'm not lying

Thanks xkcd.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Elected Senate. Sheena is *so* there

Thanks Candace. You're a gem. But why the hell am I only finding out about this 4 days later?

Vote here!

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Theory of the Carbon Cuntprint

Sheena has had the phrase "carbon cuntprint" in her head for a few weeks, having first seen it in writing by online adversary and in-person drinking buddy K.

Sheena's definition of the carbon cuntprint: the difference between what someone SAYS they do to be green and what that person actually DOES to be green.

Back in November, I booked a side trip from a work thing in Orlando up to Atlanta for a wonderful weekend of Cheeky goodness

For reasons of cost, airline points whoredom, and desire to keep work and personal expenses separate, I scheduled the travel as an in out through Orlando on my dime, keeping the non-personal ticket untouched.

I just did the math over here: Carbon Footprint Calculator . By doing what I did, I incurred an extra C02 load of .13 tonnes. So my desire to maximize Star Alliance points, and not go through the extra paper work of separating the personal flight change from my non-personal expenses resulted in a 21% higher carbon output than if I would have taken the effort to just do the extra paperwork and figgering. So this is how I now calculate the carbon cuntprint. For that weekend it was .13 tonnes.

Sheena shouts out to all the greenish-yapper hypocrites out self aware. You can put a number to your BS now. What IS your carbon cuntprint?

Monday, December 08, 2008

Vote with Your Wallet

30 months and counting since I made a conscious choice to ditch the car. Don't make me come over there.

Sunday, December 07, 2008

Sheena Changes Wallets and Loses Her Shit

As mentioned on other parts of the innerdnets a few weeks ago, Sheena has suddenly fallen out of favour with her current black wallet. Said black wallet was a lovely and thoughtful replacement for her baby, the baby that was yes.. violently torn from her breast that fateful September in '05...

But go figure with no warning whatsoever, Sheena and her replacement wallet apparently are at odds relationship-wise. "It's not me, it's you", it says. Suddenly current wallet is jumping out of purses into semi-frozen dirty puddles.. staying back at the hotel and missing parties, and otherwise pissing me right off. So to my rescue comes Raymi who tips me off to Fun shit. Loads of cute and weird wallets and stuff. Ordered one and it arrived on Friday. Yay.

Not a small task, changing from a largish puffy wallet that hates your guts to a small streamlined one that lives by the same credo that you do. Removing 20 pounds of foreign currency. Czech koruna , British pounds, Swiss francs, Euros, couple of random Aussie coins, a few random US singles, some of that Singapore shit. Likely totals 50 bucks, but takes up half my purse.

Move over the essentials. Credit & bank cards. Drivers license & health insurance. Aeroplan Elite card. Second Cup stamp thingie. Safe Fishy guide (thanks Cheek). Put the B list hotel and airline cards into a separate pouch I'll keep in the purse but not wallet. Lean and mean for '09.

And then I found it. In the stack of old receipts and business cards and random crap stuffed in the back pouch. And even though the man du jour was sitting right there and never saw it coming, Sheena lost her shit. Yep. A big old ball of girlie tears. Don't know where it came from or why. Just had forgotten I couldn't throw it away. And it surprised me.

From the mean streets of Buenos Aires. It was a sunny day after a lovely afternoon and lunch window shopping in La Recoleta we were set upon by a rag tag bunch of preteen girls. They were dancers. They flitted and pirouetted around us, dressed up like wannabe ballerinas. They smiled and whispered and pointed at us. They were fundraising for their dance troupe. For 2 Argentine pesos, we could be a sponsor.

And to show their gratitude, they presented one of us with a gift to give to the other. And when it was given Sheena took it with a smile and a sense of happiness and peacefulness that she's terrified she'll never feel again.

the secret is the love you only find within your heart

Saturday, December 06, 2008

In Which Sheena Twists Her Fingers Into Devil Horns and Yells "Yo Bitchez" to Her Fellow Oenophiles

VINTAGES 981183 | 750 mL bottle

Price: $ 55.95
Wine, Red Wine,
13.5% Alcohol/Vol.

Sugar Content : XD

Made in: South Australia, Australia
By: D'Arenberg Wines

Release Date: Dec 6, 2008

Tasting Note
Opaque ruby. Blackberry and candied cherry on the nose, with suave graphite and anise qualities adding complexity. Deep and rich but also focused, with powerful dark berry preserve flavors and a late kick of iron. There's lots going on here, and this energetic wine is still painfully young. Finishes with mounting sweetness and a strong echo of minerals. Score - 93. (Josh Raynolds, International Wine Cellar, Sept./Oct. 2008)

NOTE: Prices subject to change without notice. Prices include container deposit fees where applicable. All products may not be available in all stores. Select products may be available to customers in limited quantity. Please see store personnel for details.

12 of them sitting on my kitchen table 37 minutes after release. And fucking cocksucking Blogger picture upload giving me the gears.

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