Tracy Chapman in my head

Last night I heard the screaming,

Behind the wall.

Another sleepless night for me,

It doesn't do no good to call, the police.

Always come late, if they come at all.

This is the song I hear in my head when I hear my next door neighbours fighting/yelling. Tonight, I saw the man kicking his grown daughter. I had seen his wife doing so a few years back. I called the police on them earlier in the year when the screaming went on for a long time. The cops did come. Fairly quickly, I might add. I probably live in a better neighbourhood than the one TC lived in when she wrote that song. Earlier this week, loud crashes woke us up at around three in the morning. Found out later that the neighbours two doors down had their car windows smashed in whilst parked in the alley way. Perhaps this 'hood is not as good as I like to believe.

We live in the city and these are the vagaries of doing so. It's a bit much for one week. I am wracked with guilt for not doing anything about tonight's incident. I am a feminist and I should stand up for this woman. I have in the past. The neighbour works for the RCMP and I am afraid of payback. Calling the cops once was nerve-wracking enough. I hope that the girl finds a strength to move out. I hope the boys (sons of the father and mother) do not believe that this is the way to treat women and/or one's relations. I noticed a broken window. I wonder what transpired. Did the girl/woman break the window out of frustration? Anger? The cycle seems to continue in that family. Even the dog is angry, or perhaps just scared. I know he'd be happier with us. Perhaps he has created this fantasy for himself and that's why he barks so much when he sees us.

Lurking, not posting

So I have not be writing for about two months.  The idea of a blog still seems odd to me.  What is revealed and what is not.  I have been following the trials and tribulations of my "pretend friend" Rosie O'Donnell quite attentively on her blog and the in the environs of the interweb.  I like to head over and see what his Pinkness has to say about the pretend people.  However, his devotion to Britney and attention to Paris have been a bit much to handle as of late.

I keep thinking that I need a lot of time to post, but really, I just need to make time for it to happen.  I get distracted.  My latest distraction is Chuzzle.  I think I am quite addicted.  The irony is that I don't seem to be as good at it as I was when I first started playing it.  Oh well!

I think I complained about Wild Garlic in my last entry and wouldn't you know that it is no more.  It's now some Transylvanian restaurant.  Only in Vancouver.  I like to think that I had something to do with the closure, but I suspect that it was on the outs for a while.  Perhaps I just put the nail in the coffin.  Did I say "coffin" and "Transylvania" at the same time?  Hmm...  Perhaps I need another Buffy fix.  Have asked for the Season Eight comics for my birthday which is in a couple of weeks.

We went to the Kitsilano Wrap Zone for our Thai-tanic wraps with hot sauce.  Sadly, all that we could taste was the hot sauce.  Yeow!  Decided on a lite dinner so that we could go all out for dessert at Sweet Obsession.  Unfortunately, I was not as happy with my dessert as I had hoped to be.  Also, we ended up sitting amidst some very loud people and my buddy's voice is so quiet I could hardly hear anything.  And if the Dude sitting next to us is reading, TURN OFF YOUR DAMN CELLPHONE!!!  You are not that important and if you are, you shouldn't be having dessert out!

Father's Day is this weekend.  I think we shall drop kidzilla off at my Mum's and head out for a pseudo-date of lunch and a movie.