Things heard on the CBC

This past weekend, Dairy Queen had a promotion running because of their moolattes. Bring in a real cow, and get a free moolatte every week for a year.

You'd think this would be a pretty safe proposition, actual-cow-to-publicity ratio.

However, they were interviewing the manager of the Brooks DQ. Brooks is a town in Southern Alberta right in the middle of cattle ranching country. They counted themselves fortunate that they only had thirty-eight people show up with cows, because the torrential downpours we've been getting for the past two weeks has turned a lot of pasture to swamp, making the collecting of the cow a bit tricky.

In other news, the rain has stopped for now, but we did get a downpour a little while ago--right after I'd moved all the plants into the sun. Grrr.

Conversations as of late

troutkitty is reading SG:A kidfic. (A Beautiful Lifetime Event by astolat, specifically. Which, to borrow a word from queenzulu, is blerking brilliant.)

I went out tonight to take back some library books and say hi to a friend who works at the closest branch.

Me: Back soon, just going to the library.

My girl, looking up all wide-eyed: I wanna baby.

Me: I'd bring you one, but all the babies at the library will belong to someone else who's not us.

My girl: Wanna baby.

(Needless to say, I did not come home with a baby. Or with any more books, but that was only in part due to the thirty or so I've got out that need to be read before they're due back, and mostly because I forgot my wallet.)

Now she's demanding more fic. Oh, dear.

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Conversation from last Wednesday, or, a recounting of ming_lei's talk about reincarnation with her mother:

"Why are people always Chinese in their past lives? Couldn't you come back as a Swedish person?"

"Hell, no! Chinese person or bust! ... Or an animal."

"A Chinese animal? Like a horse? Couldn't you be a Swedish horse?" (insert bad Swedish accent here) "I am a horse from Sweden!"

... yeah. Maybe you had to be there. We also got to watch the police come and all. The one guy couldn't pay his two hundred dollar tab, and at one point, made a break for it up the stairs before the manager dragged him back. And then they took him out in cuffs because they found drug paraphenalia on him.

Usually, Wednesday nights aren't quite THAT eventful.

On aminor sidenote, I have all three parts of Fingersmith now! Yay! (queenzulu, want me to wait to watch it until you can come see it, too?)