Jan. 22nd, 2011

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As far back as I can remember, my favourite colour was yellow. I have no idea why. I don't actually remember even liking the colour yellow all that much. Maybe we all decided that since my two favourite stuffed animals were yellow Popples from the time I was born, until, well, they still kinda are, that I must love the colour yellow.

As a teenager, I loved purple. That love for purple lasted right up until I graduated from high school. Then, I discovered neon. Well, that's not strictly true. Some scientist out there discovered neon, I just liked fluorescent colours. There was a time when I wanted to relive the fashions and colours of the eighties and early nineties, but it was unfortunately about four years too early, and no one made anything in bright colours. I still say I probably brought the trend back, though. I had really awesome neon socks that I wore all Grade 11 and 12, and people were always commenting on them. I still have them, actually, though they're probably buried somewhere with all the rest of my clothes because our apartment is currently absolute chaos. I think they remain my favourite socks, because they've certainly stood the test of time - 10 years is a long time for any pair of socks to last.

Unfortunately, we are not here to discuss my love of socks. I should make that a treatise for the next inevitable 10000 word catchup session. Someone (Lisa), remind me of that when I'm like, "I don't know what to write abouuuuuuut. *pulls hair out*." Holy Christ, I just punctuated the end of a sentence that wasn't strictly a sentence. I mean, I'm sure it's not listed anywhere, but I don't think you need to end an action with a period. Still, it just looked so empty without it there. In the words of my tomato-defending self from the other night: "Ew, sentence. Fuck proper grammar."

We are, however, here to discuss the colour green. I do remember that my favourite crayon colour as a kid was either forest or jungle green. Whichever. I hope Crayola doesn't make both, or that could get confusing. It was sort of turquoise, and it was indeed useful for colouring in trees. I wish I was colouring with crayons right now. Why are crayons so popular, anyway? I mean, I guess kids can't accidentally colour themselves with them, they're sturdy enough to withstand the grip of a child, and maybe they even wash out of things easily. Oh. Well, I guess that's an explanation right there, then. Still. They smell like wax. Actually, no, they smell like crayons. We all know that crayons have a distinct smell. The smell of crayons.

*pauses to take off her boots, because she has discovered that she is still wearing them for some reason, despite having been home for more than an hour*

Green is a versatile colour. Also, I feel like I'm throwing my Canadianness (Canadiana? Canadianity?) in your face every time I spell words with the extra u. What's weird is that it's not even like I grew up spelling with that extra u. In fact, I think we got told off in one of our English classes once (high school, university, middle school, whatever), for our inconsistent spelling. It's not so much that we all needed to spell "the Canadian way," we just needed to be consistent in the way we spelt things. From then on, it became a point of pride to spell things the "proper" way, and I have done so ever since. Just don't ask me about how many Ls there are in "travelling." We could be here for weeks debating.

There has never been a shade of green that I didn't like. From the bright neons to the military greens, I can't say I've looked at a shade of green and gone, "That is by far the ugliest thing I've ever seen." I've done that with shades of yellow, red, and orange. Dark yellow and dark orange are kind of pukey-looking colours, and I am *so* offended by light red, that it's unbelievable. Hmm. Does cyan count as a shade of blue, or a shade of green? Because I'm not so fond of that one either. I mean, I enjoy bright colours, but cyan is just so... offensive to the eyes.

When I first learned about colour-mixing, I learned what all kids learned - the primary colours: red, blue, and yellow (in computer terms, magenta, cyan (ugh), and yellow). I always just assumed that's what everyone thought the primary colours were. It turns out that that's only the case in subtractive colour-mixing. Additive colour-mixing's primary colours are red, blue, and green. All hex codes for colours in HTML, come from a mixing of different amounts of red, blue, and green.

For some reason, subtractive mixing leads to black. You mix blue and yellow to get green, red and blue to get purple, red and yellow to make orange, purple, orange, and green to get the (ugly) tertiary colours, and the tertiary colours to get the quaternary colours, until you end up at black. I can only assume that they call it subtractive mixing, because eventually, you end up with a lack of colour.

Additive mixing leads to white, and I understand it a little less. You mix red and blue to make magenta (makes sense), blue and yellow to get cyan (you've lost me), and red and green to make yellow (what?).

I only ever took art class (for three years in middle school), because I was outright required by the school system to do so. I was terrible at art. But the one thing I *did* gain out of it, was an appreciation for colour mixing. I mean, I learned that orange, purple, and green were secondary colours! And something about complementary colours, which is still kind of lost on me, even as I look at the Wikipedia article. I also learned the word "tertiary." I think that was probably the most I took away from that class. Also that you could lead me to a paintbrush, but I still couldn't not make a mess.

This wasn't really about the colour green. Meh. Close enough.

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Chairs. Now, chairs are something interesting. They allow you to take a load off your feet, and sit down. Without chairs, we'd really be up a creek without a paddle. We'd all have sore bums from sitting on the ground. That said, over the course of my lifetime, I have discovered that I have a *complete* inability to sit still when forced to sit in a chair for an extended period of time. I can never find room for my legs, my tailbone always becomes sore, then my back starts to go. Or it could be that I generally have the attention span of a gnat when I'm made to sit and watch something in a chair.

In my opinion, chairs have been around for just about always. I imagine that cavemen sat in chairs (made of stone), just after they discovered fire. Dinosaurs sat on chairs (made of trees), and sat around discussing great literature. I just imagine they probably got a lot more comfortable as the years went by. You know, once pillows and the word "comfortable" had been invented. In fact, comfortable as a word, probably came about as a result of the invention of couches. Couches, sofas, chesterfields, whatever you like to call them.

Reading the above paragraph, you would think I never learned about the evolution of man. I did, I'm just not interested in expounding on it in a treatise about chairs. Even if this treatise on chairs has already and will probably wander away and get lost on its way back, because it was hungry and needed to stop and get cookies.

I can bring this back around to chairs, however. Today, Ruy and his dad came and took away some of our furniture and boxes, so the apartment is emptier. I mention this, because chairs *may* have been one of the things that left with this week's furniture load. Or not. Maybe they just got moved to somewhere where I'm more likely to trip over them. For owning so many chairs, we sure don't do a lot of chair-sitting. Which brings me back to couches.

While we lived with Ruy's parents back in late 2006, 2007, there was this couch/futon from Ikea that I always thought was kind of nice. Then it came with us to our apartment out near UBC, where it began to fall apart like a house of cards, if a house of cards cracked ominously in several places. By the time we moved out of there, we had duct-taped pieces back together, reattached metal pieces, and held up the flagging, sagging couch with an entire collection of the Encyclopedia of Philosophy. I hear the couch is just barely still standing today, at Ruy's mother's apartment. Then, we got my sister's old couch, when she and her husband moved and bought a (frankly) much nicer couch. It's a serviceable couch, but it's not nearly long enough, the colour is fading, and the entire thing has seen better days. So, come April and the new apartment, we're going to get a nice, new couch. Unfortunately, it will likely come from Ikea. I had no idea just how crappy their furniture was, until I started living with Ruy, who owns some of Ikea's finest. You know, I've bought many useful items from Ikea in my day, and not one of them can I sit on. Because if I did, it would probably break. Actually, their lamps aren't very good either, and they use weird proprietary lightbulbs. Yeah.

I am not currently sitting in a chair, which is unfortunate, because my back is kind of killing me, and I think I could use some fine lumbar support.

Ruy is watching the Dune miniseries, and so far, it's pretty bad. And I mean bad in the sense that I've seen (most of) the actual movie, with Kyle MacLachlan and his chin, and Sting in his desert speedo, and everything, and this is actually worse. Who knew such a thing were possible?

Either way, it's distracting me from my treatise on chairs, and I'm kind of nodding off anyway, so I might as well end this here. Blehhh. Hopefully, tomorrow will bring a whole new wealth of words. Also, I think I'm hungry. Yay.

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