Midnight oil

1.  Oh, I have had the best Halloween costume idea yet.  In fact, it might just be my best ever idea yet.  I’m not revealing the full details here yet.  It’s a surprise.  It involves a lot of makeup in a colour called “Hot Rod Metallic Green.”  And a laser gun.  And a pencil skirt.

2.  Which of the following do I want more?  I can’t decide.  You should tell me.

a) an electric ukulele,

b) a bass guitar,

c) a sewing machine,

d) a tattoo of Dorothy Parker.

Please note that I cannot actually afford to get any of these things.  This is all just conjecture based on the question “what if I happen upon a sack of gold doubloons in the middle of the sidewalk tomorrow?”

3.  On Friday, my Canadian friend Shelina and I are going to see a Canadian band play at Spaceland.  Shelina and I (and it’s worth pointing out that we’ve only known each other for, like, a month, and are from opposite ends of the country) both have weird, tangential friend-of-friend connections to said band, which is doing nothing to disprove the common trope of “all Canadians know each other.”  Sometimes there is nothing to do but to embrace the idea of being a walking cliche.

4. Is it elitist to be wary of going on a date with someone because they have never heard of Leon Trotsky? Probably.  Also, do I talk about theremins too much? I feel like I talk about theremins all the time, with everybody, and probably spew a lot of crap because my two facts that I know about theremins, that I bring up in these seemingly daily conversations that I have with strangers about theremins, are:

a)  Moog used to make build-your-own theremin kits,

b) This one time, Leon Theremin was kidnapped by the KGB (and wikipedia just told me that this fact isn’t even actually true).

5.  My favourite thesis statement:  “Ray Charles had a huge influence on poplar music.”

6.  Ok, fine, I will tell you what my Halloween costume is.  I am going to be a sexy librarian.  FROM SPACE.