Saddest thing I've seen all day

Delicate patterns in the sea breaking on Orange Beach, Alabama, more than 90 miles from the BP oil spill

AP Image found on TheGuardian.co.uk

Please just stop pointing fingers and clean up this mess.

PS- A friend of mine turned me onto this site should you want to get a clearer picture of how huge this disaster is.

In Other News...

Glee is going on hiatus for the winter. It will not be back until April 13, 2010. This is sad news. Sad news indeed.

But not sad enough that I can't gloat about the fact that I have been predicting the use of this song since Quinn found out she was 'with child':

Suck it Pauline, Suck it!

Today a stranger named Pauline dashed all my hopes and dreams.

The latest stop on the Apartment Safari was a **perfect** apartment in Toronto's Annex district. It was wonderfully styled, partially (yet wonderfully) furnished, close to transit, and up for a long-term sublet. Saturday afternoon Roomie and I stopped by this oh-so-lovely apartment, met it's current inhabitant Pauline (with whom we developed quite a rapport I had thought), looked around and fell in love with this adorable place and the idyllic circumstances surrounding it.

We answered questions, sent emails, impressed as best we knew how that we were the girls she wanted to live in her space. We left elated; she liked us, we liked her, all we had to do was wait until Monday for it all to come together.

By 4 o'clock this afternoon our hopes began to wane. An hour later doubts began to fester about Pauline and her apartment. By dinner time Roomie and I were full on cursing Pauline. After dinner talk produced plans that included egging the house, moving into the apartment regardless of whether Pauline called us or not, and using the power of Facebook to invite the whole of the city to a bash at the apartment just to get revenge.

By the time 9pm rolled around all that was left was disappointment at the fact that we didn't get the apartment, indignance at the sheer rudeness of Pauline's lack of communication, and these three words: Pauline, Suck it!

Devastation.

The worst has happened.

Andrew - the man previously thought of as my (and my lap top's) hero - called from the computer place. My hard drive is toast; all files on it are irretrievable.

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!! (Cue thunder crashes, and perhaps a strike of lightning for dramatic effect.)

Farewell to hours of library time and thousands of words (aka my university research/papers/projects).

Seyonara to background melodies, pump-up tunes and the wannabe soundtrack of my life (aka my entire music library).

And a final, tender goodbye to hundreds of happy and wondrous moments collected in close to 10 different countries and on who knows how many celebratory occasions (aka all of my photos from the past 4-5 years).

What a colossal loss. (Which I say without an ounce of sarcasm or bravado). Back in the good old days I would have mix tapes, handwritten first drafts, and negatives to console myself - but not in our fantastically modern digital age! Oh no... instead I have facebook photo albums and a selection of graded papers buried in a box in my basement. Small consolation indeed.

However a lesson was learned today: one must BACK UP ONE'S WORK. A seeming nuisance, like paying insurance premiums, but like insurance, sure as hell comes in handy when the unthinkable happens.