unsent letters, market day edition

Dear Guy Who Runs the Magazine Stand:

Thank you for being able to discuss Canadian politics with me. It's always wonderful to be able to debunk the 'ignorant american' stereotype.

The Girl Who Bought A Copy of Maisonneuve

Dear Adorable Tattooed Bleached Blonde Guy Who Was Working At The French Bun Stand,

God, run away with me.

The Girl Who Regrets Having Breakfast Before She Left

Dear Folk at Stillonovich Corner Market Produce,

I love you. You're always helpful, you don't sell me crap vegetables just to offload them, you're willing to do all the running around the stall for me, you'll pack my backpack for me in such a way that nothing gets crushed, you're always friendly, never condescending, you have great prices and the best produce in the market. I don't even look at other fruit and veggie vendors any more.

The Girl With The List

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Proof that all you need in life is moxie:

We have two cats, Velvet (a small outspoken cat) and Silk (a large mellow fraidy cat). They are brother and sister and get along mostly well. Silk is about twice Velvet's size.

When I went to the spice shop today I noticed that they had handmade catnip toys for sale. I bought one, figuring they'd share. (I am occasionally plagued with bouts of severe optimism.)

Got home, tossed it over the breakfast bar into the living room, put away the groceries. By the time I was done that, the cats had located the toy. Velvet proceeded to guard it with insane near feline-maternal jealousy, swatting Silk away from it, for about ten minutes.

(And of course, to prove me wrong, she just walked away and decided it was food time.)

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Today's adventure: I'm going to engineer some cookies in the hopes of finding something good enough to submit to The Spice is Right III: The Perfumed Garden. And possibly unpack some of the few remaining boxes. (Yeah, we still have boxes. I suck. :-P)

Edit: Also, I think I'm only missing CDs from shahazarad and tsita at this point, although the mail hasn't come in today yet, so that could change.

why nobody gets my money: a soon-to-be-sent (once edited) letter

Dear National Federation of the Blind,

I am, in fact, a member of your organization. I find you to be the least offensive of the blindy political groups, and the one that is most in line with my ideals as a human being. Your mission statement is wonderfully succinct: "The mission of the National Federation of the Blind is to achieve widespread emotional acceptance and intellectual understanding that the real problem of blindness is not the loss of eyesight but the misconceptions and lack of information which exist." Your organization may have some flaws, but in general I tend to agree with the attitude taken: that blind people are the same as everyone else, and deserve to be treated as such.

However, you are not getting one red cent from me.

The fact that you felt it needful to take issue with the Do-Not-Call registry, believing that you should be treated differently than other telemarketers and that you not only should be allowed to call me any time you want, but also that you should not have to display caller ID packets - and that you should not have to disclose that you are looking for money from me at the beginning of the call - and that you claim your inability to do this is somehow a violation of your free speech rights - is the last damned straw.

How is this a violation of your free speech rights? They're not preventing you from calling. All they ask is that you follow the same rules as others. The funny thing about society and being equal is that you do need to follow reasonable rules, even if you don't like them.

I thought the fact that some of your members were dumb enough to chain themselves to exit row seats in airlines just to make a point was bad enough, but I could pass that off as being a few of your members, not as an indication of your politics as an organization. The fact that you go against your own mandate (that blind people should not be treated differently) to seek this kind of exemption is inexcusable.

The Divine Miss L.

(And the ACB just makes me vomit, what with their 'we need those damnable beeping non-consistent meaningless traffic lights at every single corner' rather than 'we need appropriate education to read elementary traffic patterns - sometlhing which I am teaching my four year old son to do, thank you very much; and we won't even speak about the AFB and their 'how to take a sponge bath in sixteen steps' manual (I am not making this up, and I swear to you I will quote it below.) - so in short, no one gets my money. Neither does the Special Olympics, because they were a party to this ridiculous piece of chutzpah lawsuit.

( The Sponge Bath Manual of Doom. Abandon hope all ye who enter here. )