PEI Bootcamp: My Humble Abode

Hey Internet! So, did I mention that I’m in PEI for a week? I was accepted into the PEI Screenwriters Bootcamp. Huzzah! Emerging screenwriters (IE: people with little to no experience) submit ideas for movies. If you’re selected, you join a five day intensive workshop to learn how to turn the idea into a first draft of a screenplay. Did I mention Huzzah?

Day 2 will start in 34 minutes, and my brain is already on information overload. So instead of saying more about the bootcamp, I will share pictures of my lovely accommodations at the Aloha Tourist Home. It’s a lovely creaky old building with sloping floors and dark corners to lurk in.

Aloha Tourist Home 1

Aloha Tourist Home 2

Aloha Tourist Home 3

Church Spires

Inside Boring. Outside Good.

I sat in the living room, watching TV and checking my email. Clearly I was bored.

Something outside caught my attention. Just there, through the crack in the curtains.


Just there. Do you see it?


Look closer.


Ah! There it is!


Nature. Better than any reality TV programming.

Heed This Warning, Evil Balloons!

You may remember that Corey and I had recently acquired new roommates. (See Why I Have One Thousand Balloons As Roommates.) My original estimate of 1,000 was a little high. Apparently it was 75.

As you’ll recall, these balloons took up residency on February 14th, 2012. Around two and a half months ago. They all stayed floating high and proud for the first month. Clearly they were having a competition to see who would remain the floatiest for the longest.

After that first month they started to drop, one by one. When they hit the floor, Corey would deem them out of the race and…uh…”dispose” of them.

About a week ago a rogue balloon turned on us. My only guess is that it witnessed the disposal process, and decided it would try to take us out before it was its turn. So it did what any self respecting balloon would.

It tried to choke me in my sleep.

In the middle of the night I awoke to a tickling in my throat. I opened my eyes and there it was – a pink balloon sitting on my face, trying to smother me! It had positioned it’s curly ribbon in my mouth and was waiting for me to take a nice, long, deep breath. If things had gone according to plan I would have inhaled the damn thing.

Well played, pink balloon! But, as always, I had the last laugh!

I kicked the balloon out of the bedroom, checked under the bed and in the closet for fellow conspirators, then went back to sleep.

The next morning, Corey hunted out the traitor.

Warning, the following pictures may disturb delicate viewers.

Death Of Balloon 1


Death Of Balloon 2


Death Of Balloon 3


Death Of Balloon 4

Since the public execution, there have been no more attacks.

Six balloons are left. Who will outwit, outlast, and outplay?

PS, does anyone else think it’s crazy that helium balloons are lasting this long?

The Day The Radiator Died

Once upon a time there was a girl* who worked in an office. It was winter, and it was cold. This nameless girl sat with her back a few inches from the radiator. The building was old and poorly insulated. Her office was freezing in the winter. Or would be, if there was no heat.

And guess what?

Sometimes, there was no heat.

You see, one especially cold day in January, the heat broke.

Some men in blue jump suits came to look at it. They had to go below the office to look at the pipes in the basement. They sat down there and smoked, and the smoke came up through the radiator, and choked our unidentified heroine.

The men in the blue jump suits came back into the office and declared the heat fixed and went away.

And the heat did indeed come on. And on and on and on. Full blast. It would not stop. Not even when the suffocating girl turned the thermostat off. The heat still came and came and came until the girl started to feel like an over cooked, chewy pot roast.

The men in the blue jump suits came back, and sat and smoked and choked the girl, and once again declared the heat fixed.

The heat did indeed turn off. And off and off and off. It so enjoyed being off, it refused to turn back on.

Repeat this cycle of either heat on full blast all the time or no heat ever. Repeat it several times. Repeat it until it’s funny. Repeat it until it gets really old, and then keep repeating it until it gets funny again.

Repeat it during a crazy winter of scary climate change weather, and then match up the days of full blast heat with the days of 28°C weather, and the days of no heat with the -20°C  weather.

Repeat it until one day, when the men in blue jump suits declared that it was our thermostat that was broken, and not the actual heat. They gave the girl a brand new thermostat, and walked away, declaring the problem fixed.

It was not fixed.

The girl was back to the heat not coming on at all.

Finally, FINALLY, one of the blue jumpsuits figured out that the new thermostat didn’t work with a steam radiator, and that one would have to be special ordered. It would take weeks. Apparently it is coming from Jupiter.

However, he did install a temporary fix for our poor, totally anonymous friend.

Thermostat at Work

The options are still full blast or nothing, but at least the girl can control it.

The men in blue jump suits haven’t visited for weeks now, and the girl kind of hopes they never come back. They will likely only make things worse.

The end.


* Me.

Behind Curtain Number One…

I’ve never really been one for decorating a bedroom. Okay, okay, I’ve never really been one for decorating any room. I’m a big fan of hand-me-down furniture. As long as it is relatively comfy and doesn’t have stains on it, I’m in. And curtains? Have you seen the price of curtains? Foggedaboudit!

Our apartment came with blinds, and that was good enough for me.

Until the winter.

Then came the cold seeping in through the glass, and the glare off the snow easily penetrated our blinds, filling our bedroom with blinding light all through the night. Blinding!* I’m not exaggerating!**

So, Corey hung a quilt over our window to serve as temporary protection against both the cold and the light. (No, we’re not vampires. Why do you ask?)

Quilt Curtain


Effective, yes, but was a little to reminiscent of my late-teens-first-apartment-living-in-squallor days. I vowed to make curtains.

Four months later…

On Saturday I attempted to turn this:

Curtain Supplies

Into curtains. Armed with this tutorial from Butterfly Boutique, suggestions from my facebook friends, a large pot of tea, and six episodes of The Good Wife, I launched into the project.

Curtain Sewing

I meant to take more pics of the process, but I forgot…

New Curtains Closed


New Curtains Open


I think they’re a step up from the quilt.

Do you like how the curtains are a different shade of green in every photo?


* Okay, maybe just really bright.

** Yes, I am.