Sunday, July 31, 2005


I'm watching Jerry McGuire. I love this movie. It totally appeals to the romantic in me. My favorite part is the end when Rod goes down in the end zone and all that, but here's where I have a question about that trainer. Rod goes down and is unconscious. And all the trainer does is clap his hands in front of Rod's face. Why does this not reassure me? If I were Rod's wife, I'd be pissed. Just clapping hands. Even I could do that!

Saturday, July 30, 2005

A reprieve

It is too hot to clean. It is too hot to move in my apartment. I don't want to do it. So I called my apartment manager and said that in the last 2 years I've been inspected 5 times (which is true, 3 times with the last sale alone) and I'd really rather not have to do it again. It requires the ferrets to be caged for the whole day and as hot as it is and the only place their cage will fit in my entire apartment, that isn't very nice for them. And he said okay and he'd tell the bank folks they couldn't inspect my apartment. :) So, sorry MP and Michelle, looks like next weekend is not a good time to visit after all. :D

Friday, July 29, 2005

Blather on and on

You know that character John Cusack plays in almost every movie he stars in? The one who just talks and says random things and women find that charming and fall for him? I'm hoping that'll apply to me, but I'm leaning towards not. In the continuing saga of Joanne looking like an idiot in front of workcrush here's today's sordid tale. I was headed for home, but went to go to his office for a legitimate business reason. I have money taken out of my paycheck and deposited onto my campus card for lunches and stuff, but the money wasn't dumped onto my card yet. It is supposed to happen on payday. I see WC and his boss, SK, in the hall and so we all stop and chat. I temped for the IT department when I first moved up here and SK and I have gone to hockey games together. She asked me where I was headed and I replied home, I get off at 2 on Fridays. Here's where the convo goes to hell. She asked what I was doing this afternoon and I told her and WC. Going to the doctor then library then the movies. She gave me that 'oh nothing serious' at the doctor kind of statement and I found myself explaining that no, I was getting an advance directive blah blah blah. Kill me now. That part over we started talking about the library. SK found it odd that I was going and WC mentioned he thought it was a cool building. I told him I didn't disagree with that but that it disturbed me to spend so much money on a building and yet have to shut the library down for a week because they can't afford to pay the employees. And that the kids area wasn't great for kids what with the exposed concrete corners and all that. But truthfully I loved all the glass in the building and he mentioned he liked modern architecture. Some other convo may have ensued and then a guy he knows came up and they were talking and SK and I were talking and then he rejoined our convo to talk about camping. SK informed him I was brownie leader, which we had been talking about and about the camping trip the kids and I did. He mentioned he had just had s'mores on a camping trip he did with his fam. And I fell for him a tiny bit more. :) Seriously, after all these random blatherings if I were to actually land this man, it would be such a miracle I may go back to the church. And for the hardcore athiest I am, that's saying a lot! :) Ahh well, maybe he'll find me passionate about things I believe in rather than an overly opinionated know-it-all. I can dream right?

Panic attack! Panic attack!

This is NOT a drill people! We are at defcon 5! There was a voicemail on my home phone from my landlord. Keybank (who holds the mortgage to the building I guess?) randomly chose my apartment to inspect on the 4th. EEEKKK!!! If I won't let my friends into the place, would I actually let my apartment manager into it? To see the bedroom walls painted oddly? I suppose I could call him and say hell no, I won't let them in. But really I guess this pretty much ensures I spend the weekend cleaning instead of 'hypothetical cleaning.'
This morning, while getting ready for work, I threw my breakfast muffins in my backpack which was sitting on the sofa. Rigby was nosing around my backpack but I didn't really think about it. I went back into the kitchen to get some chips into a bag and came back into the livingroom with said chips. And I saw my muffin bag making its way across the livingroom floor, towed by a very interested and determined Rigby. I didn't think I had been in the kitchen that long, but she has a lot of stubbornness for such a tiny little critter. I retrieved the bag from a protesting Rig and chucked it back into my backpack. Dang little thief! :)

Crashing the Wedding

I went and saw Wedding Crashers with coworker and a couple of friends. I liked most of it. I laughed my ass off through most of it. It wasn't at all like I expected it to be from the previews. The only part I didn't like was Will Ferrell. I thought he was gratuitious and unnecessary. And I think I just don't like him that much anyway. But otherwise a good movie.

Favorite pic of me

Yesterday I was feeling... nostalgic? meloncholy? Something like that. I was flipping through all of my old photo albums and came across the only picture of me I've ever had taken that I like. Unfortunately, it also prominently features an ex boyfriend. I've always found it amazing what a great photographer can do.

Thursday, July 28, 2005

So bizarre

I realize people can sue for almost whatever they want at any time they want. (Which actually would be why I'm a fan of tort reform. And I do realize that's not quite actually the case but sometimes it seems like it.) My mother is being sued. For an incident that happened 14 years ago. That wasn't really her fault but as she was the apartment manager of the building at the time of the incident she's also named in the suit. A small child almost drowned in a jacuzzi and now has brain damage because of it. Ignoring the fact that there were signs posted all over about no life guard on duty keep watch over your small child. Ignoring the fact that by the jacuzzi there were signs that said you must be older than 14 to be in the jacuzzi. Apparently we can also ignore the fact that the property owner settled with the parents 14 years ago. The child is now suing. My mother is freaked out, but I'm not especially concerned (of course I'm not the one being sued so I can be not especially concerned.). So she is staying in Florida. I finally have gotten the story about WHY she is hiding out in Florida. Apparently according to her attorney that'll make it more difficult on the plaintiffs, which benefits them. How it benefits them I can't fathom, but it benefits them. All of the 'logic' behind all this just makes my head hurt. My mom doesn't want to do the deposition. It has taken me like 30 questions just to get the whole scenario. It happened in the evening, my mom wasn't even at the complex when the incident occurred (she was not an on-site manager). All she will be able to talk about are the precautions to keep children out of the pool area. The rather large fence that required a key to get in that surrounded the pool area being the most obvious deterrent. The keyhole to get in the gates were about chest high on an adult so even if a kid had the keys s/he would have a hard time getting in. The whole thing is kind of ridiculous. AND, she's not even paying for the attorney or for the million if the kid wins. The property owners are.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

A question for the Oregonians

Or for those experienced in camping in Oregon. Several of us are going camping on the Oregon coast for the weekend of August 26th. Here are my 2 questions:

What do you know (or which would you recommend) of these camp grounds that have space on that weekend? Cape Perpetua, Beachside, Tahkenitch Campground, Tahkenitch Landing, Tyee Campground, Sunset Bay or Bullards Beach. We're leaning towards Beachside because it seems to be closer to us, but we don't know anything about these places and want to go somewhere cool.

Second part: Anything happening in the great state of Oregon on that weekend that you know of that we should be aware of? Big biker rally or anything like that?

Thank you!

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

It's a holly jolly day with you.

I have spent the morning listening to the Disney Hunchback of Notre Dame soundtrack at work. I found my Disney CD's! Yay! They were not where they usually sit in the rack that holds all the CD cases because they had fallen into an empty box next to it then buried by other stuff. I found them when Tess got stuck in said empty box. They were the ones I was attempting to burn when I had all sorts of issues last night. I brought them in to work today to listen at my desk because lately I've been wanting to listen to the happy fun music of my holy land. :)

Monday, July 25, 2005

Any resemblence is completely coincidental

Ok, so maybe there is something to coworker's theory about me being like Willy Wonka. Today while we were eating lunch, we were talking about going camping in August/September. We were talking about different places to possibly go. One of the girls (othervirgingirl) I eat lunch with said this one place where "You could see the rocks where Goonies was filmed." And I was overjoyed and it totally showed on my face. They all laughed at my excitement over that. BUT, that is where we're going so whatever, I'm happy.

If I start wearing purple gloves you can feel free to call the men in white jackets to take me away, but make sure Group Health preauthorizes otherwise they won't pay. And I only get 8 days.

Sunday, July 24, 2005

Charlie & Choc. Factory

I went and saw that this afternoon. It was better than I expected. I really enjoyed it! Danny Elfman is a musical genius. Although I did have a hard time understanding lyrics to the songs that the little oompa loompas sang. I am somewhat unsure about the end of the movie. It veered off from what I remember of the book quite a bit. I know the book ends with them in the great glass elevator, which leads to book 2 Charlie & the Great Glass Elevator. I remember not liking that one at all. Johnny Depp is also a genius, but as one of the articles I read pointed out, there was definitely a Michael Jackson vibe to him. Coworker said that the character reminds her a bit of me. I don't know if I am okay with that or not. :) Mostly, she said, in the way I still get excited about silly things and the way I sometimes just say the things that pop into my head.

Cooling theory

I'm freezing my ass off in my apartment right now. I have every fan running. Because I have a theory. (I have a lot of theories, only a few ever pan out.) My theory is this, if I let the apartment get really cold in the evening and the morning, it won't get as hot inside in the afternoon. Makes sense, right?

Edit: My theory seems to be wrong as I just got home and it is sweltering in here.

A mid-summer night's treat (and mini celebration!)

Jones soda makes popsicles now. POPSICLES! I love popsicles in the summer time. I am intrigued by Jones soda. They are the creators of Turkey & gravy soda that they sell during Thanksgiving. Anyone can send a picture to them and they may put it on a bottle of soda. How cool would that be? A picture I took on a bottle of soda. I may have to send one or two in.

I just noticed, when I logged in, that the post count has finally been fixed. I have over 1100 posts! How exciting! And it didn't even take 2 years to get there. Crikey who knew I ever had that much to say?

Saturday, July 23, 2005

Where did all the money go?

You ever have that experience where your card (in this case debit) is declined and you have no other card with you because you thought there was actually money in the checking account and isn't this a fine how do you do because apparently there isn't actually money in the checking account? Or is it just me? :) Luckily coworker was with me and so now I owe coworker $33.00 on Monday (part bar tab part IHOP where we went after drinking because coworker had an hour to kill before the bus showed up). Other account has money, but when I was leaving the house to go out for inappropriate drinking with gay college student and coworker I thought, I don't need that card, this one has money. Apparently I was wrong. As to the inevitable question about inappropriate drinking with college student, fraternization between employees of university and college kids is more than 'frowned upon.' Especially when the employees of said university work in the Human Resources office. And when college student's father is the associate dean of one of the colleges. But whatever. Associate dean knows college student and coworker are friends, but I'm not 100% certain he knows a) that the extent of their friendship includes taking college student to gay bars because we aren't 100% certain that b) ad knows college student is gay. CS has never vocalized this to his pop, but it is kind of obvious.

Back to tales of drunken debauchery. Coworker and I got there about 8:30 and got a drink from Jeffy (gay, pothead, bartending husband). She nursed that 1 drink the entire evening. I did not and had several more courtesy of Eric, other bartender. College student had about 2.5 drinks (if that) but apparently that sent him over the edge. Goodness I used to be such a lightweight. We played darts for awhile then headed up stairs to dance. We danced maybe an hour before college student wanted to leave. He was adamant that coworker and I stay and have fun. Coworker was ready to go right then, so I told her to wait a min or 2 and let college student leave so that way he thinks we were staying to have fun and we didn't leave on his account, when the reality was we were only initially staying on his account. We then went to IHOP. Their bacon is not as good as university's bacon. I told coworker I'd walk with her to her bus stop and wait with her for her bus because it isn't safe for a girl to just hang out at a bus stop at that hour of the night. On our way we stopped by the lesbian bar to see Matty who was working. Apparently he could tell right away I was tipsy. Who knew I could be even more perky?! :) He was off shift so he joined us because he is a gentleman. We waited about 20 min for her bus then he walked me home too. Again, because he is a gentleman. We stood outside and chatted for a few more minutes and now I'm a little block of icy coldness because I was just wearing a tank top and capri pants. But I wasn't feeling the cold outside, it was when I got into my apartment I started feeling it.

I really like Gorillaz and their video Feel Good.
Jamster is evil and should be stopped.
That is all for today kids. Good night Seattle and have a happy tomorrow!

Friday, July 22, 2005

Honestly Officer - it was all Michelle's fault

I had this dream this morning, that I can't remember most of (Note to self find notebook that used to live right by bed and put it back in its proper place), however there is one section that is fairly clear. Michelle and I got arrested. Because she was buying porn. From a woman in a trench coat. We were arrested because she was buying it 'back alley' because it was before the porn release date. I really wish I could remember the rest of the details from that dream because just those few pieces are kind of weird. I'm 100% certain it didn't go into one of THOSE type of dreams, but seriously what Michelle & I would be doing buying porn from a black marketer I can't imagine.

Eye contact

Once upon a time when I was far more... hmm, I don't know what word I want here, but when I was younger, I used to never make eye contact with anyone. I hated it. I'd try and struggle with it but it was torture. Now that I'm older and more mature or whatever, I'm fine with it except when talking about something that is really hurting me or if I'm really angry. I fear others' reactions, but that's a whole other show. I don't think I ever fully got why that bothers people until recently. The computer guy I hate at work doesn't make eye contact. Or rarely does. I caught his eye while he was talking and he held it for about a minute then broke it as though it pained him. I think it contributes to my perception of his shiftiness.

Thursday, July 21, 2005


I just got back form an impromptu BBQ with 2 members of the Cult of the Virigins and the one former member. (Have I mentioned that one of the Cult finally took the plunge and is now a full fledged member of the premarital sex club? Coworker and this guy she used to make out with in college who she sees occassionally did the deed last week. Her descriptor of first time sex, it hurt and ew why would people do this. I told her it gets better eventually but to keep trying.) Anyway, gay collegestudent's parents are out of town so we went out to their house and grilled burgers and chicken and just had a grand old time. Newlynonvirgincoworker brought her little tiny dog jomji (I don't know the correct spelling,but it means 'crotch' in Korean because apparently the dog is a big sniffer) who is a silky terrier and I threw the ball back and forth across the yard. She was in dog heaven, I think I threw the damn ball for 2 hours. It was nice, though. We were out of the city and it was really dark but you could see the stars. Their house is beautiful. We ate on the deck. It was just a good time. Friday night, we're all going out to RPlace for dancing. That should be an interesting time, but gaycollegestudent is getting weirdly excited about the prospect. I don't think he gets to go out all that much.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005


BGQ finally did something useful for me. He quit. I stopped in to BGQ's office today and workcrush was there since he is interim-BGQ. So we chatted for a few minutes. I asked him what happened. Did BGQ leave because he wanted to or because they wanted him to. Apparently, according to workcrush, he quit but he didn't know anymore details than that. I told him I wanted to know what I was getting into before I called BGQ to see how he was. Workcrush mentioned they were a little worried about him because BGQ had gone to the doctor then was out for a few days and suddenly quit. We spoke briefly about BGQ's condition... I knew what he got from the doctor, workcrush didn't and I didn't volunteer that info. BUT (and here's where it gets important) I did offer to let workcrush know what I heard from BGQ and how he's doing. Workcrush seemed to be amenable to this. Sigh. He's got such a great smile. :)

Happy Wednesday!

I've never liked the phrase 'hump day.' I think it seriously comes from the fact that as a child my friends and I loved to use the word hump for sex. Hence, I can't call Wednesday hump day. Also, my friends and I loved the word jugs for boobs when I was young. We would say it then just laugh our asses off on the playground. I have no idea where we first heard it but it was hysterical. We'd be talking about our jugs and we were like 8. There were no jugs happening. There would not be jugs for many many years, but damn we thought we were funny.

I've been eating toasty peanut butter sandwiches for breakfast this week. I got a loaf of sourdough from my gluten free restaurant on Sunday when I went for lunch. I love it when the peanut butter gets all melty because it is warm from the toast. The bread isn't half bad either. But it does take forever and eventually the broiler to toast. Mmm peanutbuttery goodness!

There was this beautiful old church on Capitol Hill, right on Broadway, that they've recently torn down. I was initially upset because it is so cool looking, how can they tear down such a beautiful thing? Then I discovered it was structurally unsound due to that earthquake that happened here a few (several? less than many) years ago. So okay, it had to be torn down. Do you know what they're replacing it with??!! Can you imagine? Nothing interesting I'm afraid. They're paving it and giving Capitol Hill a new parking lot. Now, since I don't drive I don't know what parking on the hill is like. One of my friends claims that there needs to be more parking on the hill. Seems to me like there needs to be more FREE parking on the hill, but we all know that'll never happen. I've never seen the big pay lots full (Perhaps maybe pride weekend but I didn't look after being disgusted by the parking lots charging 20 bucks to park.). So this will be yet another pay parking lot and not that big. If the hill is that desperate for more parking, why isn't it becoming a parking garage instead of just 15 or 20 new spaces? Sigh. It just grosses me out to see cool buildings torn down for parking lots.

I seem to have won my battle with Amazon. They're giving me my money back becuase I had a guarantee I would get the book on the 16th and I didn't. And sending yet another new book because the original sent has yet to arrive. At some point I could end up with 3 of them. I am undecided as to what to do with the one from Amazon once it does arrive. I could send it back, but I've already got my money back from them because of the guarantee. So then I'm thinking, I wonder if I could take it back to QFC and get my money back from them. I've only once ever taken anything back to a grocery store. (And that was only because I noticed as I was dealing with my lunch at the bookstore nearby that the shredded cheese I had JUST purchased was moldy. Had it been days later I wouldn't have done it.) Or I could pass it on to someone else. I didn't pay for it, so I could release it via bookcrossing or loan it to Matty who hasn't gotten his yet. :) I think that's the best answer to me.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Spiderman... spiderman does whatever a spider can

An entry on Poppy Cede's reminded me of one of the tales I wanted to tale of an adventure last night... And not like that! :) The outlets in my bedroom are bizarre (further proof that the bedroom in question was not originally a bedroom). There are 2 on the wall behind my headboard. (This bedroom has enough space for a queen sized bed and that's about it.) The 3rd is in the closet. Completely in the back of the closet. I went to plug the fan back in to that one (closest to the window) and as I moved clothes around I saw it. A big ol' spider. I do not fear spiders. I rather like spiders. Because I fear other bugs, spiders are viewed as my ally. They eat other bugs! Yay spiders! However, I don't like big spiders in my closet, just waiting with their mandibles of death for my hand to reach in and grab a shirt not knowing my hand is in the presence of greatness. So I look at it and command it to stay right there. Surprisingly enough it does and I grab an empty Pepcid box from beside my bed and knock the spider into it so that I can release it into the wild. Of course I'm not releasing it outside MY window just to invite it back in so I go out into the hall and then into the stairwell and opened the window there and tried to shake it out. Mr. Spider wasn't having it. His mandibles of death were happy in my apartment and no amount of shaking was going to change that. So I shake a couple times more, tapping the box on the ledge and look in the box, hmm no spider. Look on the ledge, hmm no spider. Whatever, it isn't in my house anymore. I hope that was the one that had originally been on the ceiling in my livingroom and that I didn't have 2 large spiders in my apartment. And now that I may have inadvertently killed spider #1, #2 is going to stalk me while I sleep and take me out with her mandibles of death because that might kind of suck.

I need a little notebook or something

I've had 3 different ideas I've wanted to post about for awhile now, but when I actually sit down to write about them, I forget what I wanted to talk about.

Although in breaking news... I just received an email that big gay queen is no longer working here. I had no idea. Now I'm going to have to ask workcrush what happened to him. (Oh an excuse to talk to workcrush...) :)

Monday, July 18, 2005

New neighbor

I met the new neighbor across the hall. I've already met the girl who owns the dog. Apparently she has a roommate. Jamie. Who caused my gaydar to ping fairly strongly. It seems like they are just roommates because when I said oh you're one of the ones with the dog. He was very quick to correct me and say SHE had the dog.

Othello Savant

Matty & I went to Starbucks this afternoon to play Othello. He & I play frequently over the net at It's Your Turn. I never beat him. I did tie once. Very early on. So today he was supposed to be helping me with my game and with 'pattern recognition.' Except I kicked his ass. Asking his opinion on a move only twice (I think). I also kicked his ass on Phase 10 so it was a kick Matty's ass day. Of course, since he has decreed that this is our last Monday game playing day it is good to go out with a bang.

Random thoughts for a Monday Morning

Why don't we have lizards in Seattle? Is it that it is too cold or too urban or both? That was running through my head as I walked to work this morning. (I think it is too cold, but just curious if someone else knows a different reason. Do we even have snakes here?)

Also, what do they call the reverse mullet? Longer in front and very short in back. There was a kid on campus with that hair and I thought hmmm party in front?

Mythbusters Rules!

It's Shark Week on the Discovery Channel. Mythbusters is hosting the week, and they've had a 2 hour special on debunking shark myths on TV tonight. I'm fascinated by sharks - hence my desire to go in a shark cage while in Hawai'i. When I was little I wanted to be an ichthyologist (among other job ideas I had). I based this decision in part because of a story I read in one of my reading books* about a woman who studied sharks. This is so cool to me. Jamie actually went down with sharks, no cage, just wearing chain mail. He was punching the sharks, trying to protect his bait box. And they would go away when he punched them! It was so cool. Someday I want to learn to scuba dive. It's an expensive hobby, so one I definitely cannot pursue right now. But maybe if I ever figure out what I'm going to be when I grow up, I'll find a job that makes me money enough to have an expensive hobby.

*I used to love my reading books when I was a kid. Excerpts or sometimes whole stories all compiled together into one big book! It was heaven. I can't remember the name of the story about the ichthyologist but I do remember reading the story and then looking up the regular book to read her whole story.

Sunday, July 17, 2005

Bring on book 7!

I finished book 6 about 15 minutes ago. It was good. Very very good. Now I just want to see how it all ends!

Saturday, July 16, 2005

It wasn't a dream!

I woke up at 3:45 this morning startled out of sleep. My heart was racing and I could've sworn I had heard the phone. But I managed to convince myself that it was just a dream so I went to the bathroom and back to bed and fell back asleep. When I finally got up this morning, there were two voicemails on my home phone. No, no emergency. Apparently my parents' cell phone doesn't have a lock key function (or they don't know how to use it) because voicemail message #1 was this weird discussion in the background between my mother and who knows who. #2 Was just a hang up but also from her phone.

A day wasted

I spent the entire day waiting for UPS. I hate UPS. They never ever leave stuff for my apartment, you have to sign for it. Since my copy of the latest Harry Potter book was guaranteed to be here today AND according to amazon dot com it shipped via UPS. I didn't get online. I didn't make or take any phone calls. I just sat and waited. Until 6:45 when I finally called UPS to find out where it was. Apparently, they shipped it to the Post Office and then they were supposed to deliver it today. USPS failed. I'm pissy and disappointed. That is, I WAS until I went to QFC where I bought it. I will send Amazon's back to them and get my money back and not order anything from them that I want by a specific time.

I didn't get to the movies yesterday. I didn't leave the office until 3 because of a straggling employee who wanted a meeting. The movie started at 3 and 4:15 so I just headed home and took a nap instead. :) Tomorrow I think the back pack and new book and I are going to a park to read. Either that or the zoo. Which is near a park so I could do both I suppose. The zoo would be nice becuase I think it would be calming to visit the butterfly and blooms exhibit. It is one of my favorites.

Friday, July 15, 2005

An opportunity missed

Honestly, I truly and really seriously deserve to be single for the rest of my fucking life after lunch today. Nolongervirgin coworker and I went to eat in the caf like we do every day. We sat closer to where workcrush usually sits because that's where there was a free table. He was not there. About 15 min later he comes in by himself and sits at his usual table. By. himself! I said hello and we chatted a little bit. Did I at any point say, hey would you like to join us? like any normal person would do. No. Because I am retarded. Completely and totally retarded. I'm just going out today and buying my first cat because really with that performance I deserve to be the crazy cat lady.

Yay tis Friday!

We get released from work today at 2:00 PM. Well 2 of us "admins." The 3rd sticks around until the official end of the business day. We love this system.

The water will be off in my building from 10:00 AM - 5:00 PM. If we even flush a toilet there'll be a bazillion dollar fine.

Do I go home and read my latest JA Jance book or do I find some other activity to do?

I find some other activity to do! I could go to the Cinerama and see if that movie theater fabulousness makes Star Wars 3 any more palatable. Comfortable, rocking, plush red velvet chairs could make that movie almost not suck. Or I could go see March of the Penguins. But I think what I shall do is go see Charlie & The Chocolate Factory. I'm hoping it doesn't suck. Like most my age I LOVED the original movie. It seems to diverge quite a bit form the original, but I also love Johnny Depp. I've seen mixed reviews. But, really, it couldn't suck any more than Star Wars 3 so I'm giving it a try... Unless I decide to wait for tomorrow and subject myself to the horror of the Pacific Science Center's IMAX on a Saturday afternoon. Oh who am I kidding... THAT would make the movie suck.

I can't believe I forgot the funniest part!

Recently when I went to see Margaret Cho she made the comment that as a straight girl who hangs out with gay boys, your number 1 rule is never introduce your old (as in length of time known) gay to your new gay. This can result in a cat fight and drama to top all drama.

Last night, while MP and I were playing darts, this guy Nick was next to us playing darts. I've known Nick for a couple of years now. And he knows me through V. So he casually asks where V is. I reply that I have no idea. And he says "Well why not, you're his girl." "I am not," I retort... meaning that I am not anyone's "girl" I am my own person. MP chimes in with "No, she's my girl now." Oh my, I'm all touched and shit. I would've been more touched if he hadn't followed up the comment with something about second hand goods, but whatever. :)

It's been awhile...

blah blah blah balhblah. Some song lyrics I don't know.

Traditionally Steven* has plans on Thursday nights to meet up with some trannys and our other friend V to play darts. I decided to crash the evening. Actually, I didn't crash since I told him I was joining him and he already knew the trannys weren't coming and, well, v is completely unreliable. So we made arrangements to meet at 7:59 at the usual street corner for when we're going to the bar. I honestly can't remember the last time I've been in the bar. I was thinking it's been awhile since I've had anything to drink at all, but then I remembered drinking in Hawai'i with Michelle. But seriously that was a month and a half ago. And those were all at straight bars. Those bartenders don't pour well. Anyway I digress (but seriously I'm not fixing anymore typos so just cope with them..) Matty (I mean Steven) and I played darts for a couple of hours. Jeffy, my gay pothead bartending husband joined us after awhile. We had a lot of fun.
It's been awhile since I've had that kind of fun. I beat Steven several times and he may have beaten me once but I'm sure he was cheating.

*Steven had to change his name from his original name because Jesus was in the bar and Steven was trying to avoid him. No really, Jesus. Or the 2nd coming of Jesus. That's what he believes. (The guy, not Steven. He & Jeffy do not believe that the guy is Jesus.)

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Dammit I am cursed!

Short on substance, long on life

MP & I went to the library today. Earlier in the day, knowing this was coming, I went to Michelle's Amazon wishlist to see if she had any books on her list that looked promising. She and I generally have similar taste in books and she is quicker about finding new stuff than I am. I found a series that looked promising and searched the library database. I searched first by author's last name (last name comma first name although I did not spell out his entire first name and just used the first initial). Nothing. I tried misspelling the author's name just in case. Not so much. I tried the ISBN of the book, and couldn't find it. At the library, I'm ready to check out and MP walks up, carrying the fucking book. And worse, he's all smug about it and asking me questions as if I was an idiot. Damn Gayman Smugpants. Although, now that I know it is findable I have to figure out what weird interminable method they've used to classify it and find it after he is done with it.

Sandra Day O'Connor is retiring from the Supreme Court. I remember when I was little and she was named the first woman Supreme Court Justice. I was about 7 or 8 at the time but I remember that my teacher made a big deal about how she was the first and she was a woman too, and from my state to boot! I remember being proud of that fact. I'm sad she's stepping down, mostly because, well goodness knows what kind of Conservative Bush is going to try to get in there. I'm glad she's going to be able to care for her husband, especially considering how supportive he was during her appointment. He left his practice for her. I feel sad for her though that he has Alzheimers. That's got to be a terrible way to end your (and your spouse's) life.

I had something else I've been meaning to post for days but I can't for the life of me remember.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Backing out

I did it, I backed out. I couldn't be the lead for First Hill. I feel guilt about pulling out, but I had to do it. I couldn't bear the thought of being the lead. There's a reason this is the Summer of Joanne. I'm tired. I need this break. I know I do it to myself. September 17th I start volunteering again. It's our Day of Caring at the college and I take a group of freshmen and we spend the day volunteering. Until then, I'm taking it easy and visiting museums and parks and sleeping late and reading long long books.

Being a grown up

I just contacted Group Health to make an appointment to do an advance directive in case I am incapacitated and unable to make health care decisions. I have to do this as apparently my mother & I came down on opposite sides of the Terri Schaivo case. I also don't think it is fair to put either my father or my sister in between my real wishes and my mother's. If either of them do what I ask, (even if the law forces them to when they don't want to) she'll rain down shit on them forever. In her defense, she lost a child and so she can really empathize with the Schindlers. It is something I've never known. And I know that if she had been able to have any hope for my sister, she would've held out. They did have to turn off the respirator, and I can't imagine what that must have been like for them. She fought tooth and nail with my heinous ex-brother-in-law whom I hate over the disposal of my sister's body and won that battle and had the funeral and buried her, despite my sister's wishes of cremation. I'm not so picky about my body. I'd prefer cremation because then I'm not wasting space and I think it might be better for the environment, yet I think that stuff is more for the living. If my mom's still alive, she can bury me. She can have a big ol' Catholic priest saying all the right words over me if she wants. It isn't like I'm going to be using the body any time soon. Although I'm all about the organ donation so if they can take anything useful from me, they have to do that first. (Which she may not be all about but too damn bad).

Of course.

Yesterday I was uncomfortable in my clothes. I wasn't positive the colors matched. And when I really thought about it I thought I looked like a reject from the LPGA, minus the mullet. I liked each of the pieces individually, but together it was not an attractive look. I hadn't seen workcrush all day. I thought I was home free. I walked through his building and stopped to talk to big gay queen and I saw him ahead of me out the door. Phew, I'm safe I thought. Hahaha. I'm so naive. As I was walking up the hill a blue car came out of the parking lot. Workcrush doesn't drive a blue car I'm safe, right? Not so much. It was workcrush's carpool guy. They both waved. Sigh.

Christ I'm tired

How did I live in Alaska all those years? Seriously. The sun is screwing with my regular timeline for things. I eat dinner at 9 because it just doesn't feel like it is time to eat. I then can't sleep until midnight. Then the damn birds and sun are waking me up at quarter to 5. As a result, I'm a walking zombie today.

I FINALLY heard from the guy about the paint out. But not even when it is. All he asked was how things were coming. So I emailed him back with, what is the date? He never did confirm that with me. I really want to back out. I'll feel a lot of guilt if I do, though, because it's a commitment I made and I have this warped sense of commitment to all the wrong things. A job that is toxic, yeah I'll stick it out. A volunteer gig I don't want to do, I'm there. Relationships that cause me nightmares, I'm all aboard. A healthy relationship with a guy, I wouldn't know that if it bit me in the ass. (Ok I might be a tiny bit cranky because of my tiredness)

MP & I went to play cards last night. We met at Bauhaus and played Phase 10 and Uno. There was this guy who came in who was not hot, but kind of weirdly cute in that nerdy kid from A Christmas Story way. But his behavior was very weird. We weren't sure which team he was batting for. He kept standing just inside the doorway drinking his hot beverage and carrying this odd looking briefcase. Periodically he would go back over and talk with the baristas then back to the entry. At one point he started chatting up this cute girl, which answered our question. Although Matt did offer to hold my hand as a means of self preservation if he came over to us. (Self preservation for both actually as it was entirely possible that he batted for both teams) Then he took a phone call. And started shouting into the phone. He went from just a little socially retarded to kind of seriously crazy. He spent about 15 minutes (minimum) yelling obscenities into the phone. Something about a computer and screwing him. Ian (gay barista I used to see in RPlace doing karaoke) asked him to take the call outside, much to everyone's relief. Except with the double doors wide open and the guy just going out to the sidewalk, it didn't really help that much. We all could still hear him fairly clearly. He'd hang up the phone. Then come back inside. Then flip open the phone again and call the guy he was yelling at and yell some more. This went on multiple times. Finally, blissfully, he left. We finished up our games because Bauhaus doesn't have great evening lighting. It is more mood lighting and it was getting hard to tell the greens from the blues on the UNO cards. Matt beat me at Phase 10 for the first time. I think I beat him at UNO. (although he may hotly deny that) We each needed a few things from the groceria and headed there. I think I'm a bad influence on MP since I was buying chips and so we were in the cookie aisle, he ended up buying cookies and was seriously tempted to buy some chocolate. And we headed our respective ways home. I had to replace the light bulb in the only light in my living room. I used to buy the 100/200/250 light bulbs (I think) but apparently the last time I bought them I couldn't remember so the max light I had was 150. These new light bulbs light up the livingroom like it is noon, in Hawai'i.

Monday, July 11, 2005

So political

While I was walking back from lunch with coworkers and student friend we were accosted by the Seattle Channel who was on campus filming people asking questions for the mayor. I had just asked Thanksgiving (I went to Thanksgiving at her house) coworker earlier what the difference between the monorail and light rail is, and why do we need both. She didn't know. So when TV crew said we could ask the mayor anything blah blah blah, Thanksgiving coworker pointed out that I could ask the mayor that question. This was after coworker and student tried to get me to ask why there are no straight men in seattle. I refrained from asking that question. But I did ask my transit question. Now I will be on TV at some point in the future. Only on the Seattle Channel during the Q & A with the mayor that gets run... well I don't know how often it gets run. And please don't think I'm against either the monorail or the light rail. I'm a big fan of public transportation. Especially public transportation that isn't the bus. I don't like being stuck in I5 traffic if I want to go to Northgate or something like that. I just don't get why there are these 2 different factions that seem to want the same thing but aren't willing to work together to make a public transport system that works.

I need a plan

This Summer of Joanne thing isn't working out the way I want it to. I need a plan. A plan to spend my summer doing something that isn't volunteering or lounging around in my pajamas. Not that lounging around in my pajamas is a bad thing, but I seriously don't want to spend the few precious months of sunshine and warm weather doing that. I think the moratorium on walking is part of the problem. If I can't take one of my interminable walks around some park, what can I do? Especially things that are low cost so that I can do a couple of things that will cost me money. A list of potential ideas:
  • Go to Portland for a weekend (costs me cash. I'm hoping flexcar offers up a special like they did last year, but so far haven't seen anything about it.)
  • Camp (I wanted to do this last year too. Also costs since I don't own a car anymore I would have to rent one or find people who own one to go with me. I wonder if I could borrow the propane stove from the Girl Scouts again...)
  • SAM - I've not been yet.
  • Alki Beach. (I think people can swim there? Right? Ok reading the park description maybe I don't want to swim there, but wading would be not terrible. I did it in Ketchikan, AK.)
  • Perhaps the conservatory at Volunteer Park
  • After volunteering for them at Folklife, I think I want to go to the Center for Wooden Boats. Ooh according to their site I could rent a row boat! How fun! (Seriously, I obviously have deranged ideas about fun)
  • Oooh, I forgot. At the zoo there is a new exhibit about the exotic birds of Australia AND the butterfly & blooms exhibit is open and I love that exhibit.
  • This Bradner Gardens also looks pretty. I may have to check this out.
  • Fellow Seattleites any other suggestions? Someplace interesting or cool.

Guilty Pleasure

I have a couple of guilty pleasures that I feel I shouldn't love but I do... (Don't we all?) I'm sure there are more, but here's a few:

1 - Legally Blonde. This movie rules. The 2nd blows. I've watched it twice already this weekend. How wrong is that? I also love the movie Blast from the Past. Both are the typical fish out of water type movies but they just make me giggle.

2 - Kelly Clarkson. I don't want to like her. I loathe American Idol. I can't bear to admit I like something that has come out of that show. It's awful. It's horrible. Yet she is strangely catchy. I feel some shame that I like her. :)

3 - The Disney Store. Since I live up here now, I can't go to Disneyland as much as I want to, so I go into the Disney Store for a brief pick-me-up. I don't usually buy anything, I just like to walk around all that Disney stuff.

Sunday, July 10, 2005

Just another weekend

In the summer of Joanne. I spent almost all day yesterday lying around in pajamas. I think at 2:00 I finally got dressed. Apparently that's the cornerstone of the Summer of Joanne. Lounging around in jammies as that's what I did all weekend last weekend. :) I did at least finish reading Harry Potter 4 and got about 50% through one of my Gameboy games.

Today, however, was a day of vague accomplishments. Laundry isn't really an accomplishment but it did get done. I went with coworker and a couple of other friends to Honeycourt down in the International District for Dim Sum. I just had regular Chinese food, being unable to eat most of the Dim Sum offerings because most of them are in won ton wrappers. Came home and did dishes and made one of my favorite dishes, sherried chicken and rice. I think I'm going to bake brownies too. Mmmm brownies.

I need to come up with an activity for next weekend. I don't want to spend it lounging around my entire apartment. According to my horoscope for the week, I could be meeting Mr. Right any day now.

If you're still out shopping for your soul mate, you can relax. Over the
next few days, you'll have several opportunities to meet the person you've been
waiting for -- and you won't have to look very far to find them. This is your
official astrological notification. Dress nicely, no matter where you're off to,
even the grocery store or the carwash. Your only mandatory assignment is to pay
attention to anyone interesting, because you never know ....

Friday, July 08, 2005

The movie

(I wrote this last night but got home way too late to post it)

I'm sitting in the lobby of the Cinerama watching the staff clean up the concession stand and waiting of the 2nd showing of Inlaws & Outlaws to end. If I had been thinking ahead I would've brought Harry Potter 4 to read, but I rarely remember to think ahead. Earlier this evening I remember thinking I should grab it, but then forgot when it was actually time to leave. Slowly all the other concession workers leave until there's only 2 left doing the last bit of clean up and checks. They, like me, are stuck here until the very end. One is going to start at UW in the fall to become a teacher. The other is regaling him with tales of his parents' lives as teachers. I want to tell them he's wrong and it isn't as easy as he is making it out to be but I keep silent and sit in this blue chair in the lobby. I try not to think about all of those who sat here before me. There's a knock at the locked doors and this older Asian couple is trying to come in to see Star Wars. They get turned away and sent to Pacific Place. I doze off a couple of times. Finally the movie is almost done and the director and his assistant return. I stand up and straighten my little booth area. People stream out and I thank them for coming, a few come over to me. A few donate money, and finally it is time to go home.

On to the movie review... well, my crying during movies streak remains unbroken. I really enjoyed the movie, and not just because my name appears in the credits - although that will be part of the reason I purchase this on DVD when it gets released. Y'all know I don't generally like indie films, so for me to say I liked it is a pretty big deal. :) It was very honest, these people's stories - very real. (Duh it is a documentary and not fiction.) It was really interesting to me how little of the hours of tape I listened to actually ended up on the finished product. Luckily the couple I didn't like didn't appear at all. They were just unpleasant and I think would've been counterproductive to the tone of the finished product. He was fairly anti-establishment and anti-marriage. His wife parroted him but it was hard to tell from the bits I heard how much of that was her own belief. It's very much a movie about hope and about believing that there is someone out there for you and once you've found it, hold on tight. It definitely isn't all roses and flowers though. There was a lot of pain in some of these people's lives. Each segment is introduced by this simply amazing singer. Each piece she sang was in line with the tone of the segment. Her version of REM's Everybody Hurts made my tears fall harder since that's always been my (and many other's I'm sure) song of tears. I'm amazed and kind of awed by the people we saw on the screen, sharing their personal stories in that manner. I'm also amazed and kind of in awe of those who managed to find the love of their lives and hold on for so long. There was an older gentleman who was with his partner for 50 years before the partner died in 1999. For all 50 of those years, they were in the closet. Somehow that was so sad to me, but at the same time joyous too. It takes a lot of love to keep that kind of secret from the world for that long. After the movie, people were coming up to my table and asking about distribution. They're shopping it around for a DVD release. I would love to see this go into the mainstream, or at least the art house movie theaters ala Penguin March. Although I guess the people who really need to see this wouldn't go.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

Stupid British Snackfood!

I made scones last night. They were so much easier to make than the muffins. And they didn't turn out half bad. They are a little dry, I may need to use yogurt instead of milk. I ate 2 for breakfast this morning and it was like there was just no saliva possible. But they were mighty yummy AND I didn't have to wash the damn muffin pan when I was done. That's hard to wash yo.

I could be Canadian!

Ok I had to do this the dumb way and just take a snapshot of the result because there were all sorts of weird spacing issues when I cut & pasted the HTML code, but here are the results courtesy of this quiz:

Wednesday, July 06, 2005


I learned a new word today, Hapa. It is Hawai'ian. It means a person who is half Asian and half Caucasian, ala Dean Cain. The topic came up because our new basketball coach is yummy and looks like a young Dean Cain so we were supposing that he was hapa. She told me that there's a song in Hawai'i about how 'I love my hapa man.' She said that in Hawai'i hapa men are somewhat coveted. They generally have the best charactaristics of their different races: the darkness and finer features of the Asian side and the burlyness of the Caucasian side. Upon further research with google, I discovered that hapa literally means half in Hawai'ian.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Another wonked out weirdass dream

This morning I was dreaming I was pregnant and then I had the baby. I didn't actually see myself do the delivery, but suddenly I was carrying a baby. I went to my parents' house (not their real house but their dream house) and dropped off the baby to be taken care of by them. As I walked away from the house, time seemed to be going backwards until I was dressed and the time was more like Little House on the Prairie time. I went back to the house to pick up my baby and my parents told me that they killed it because I breast fed it and that made it stupid so they had to kill it. I was very upset and as I left the house, I saw my father in the front yard pounding down and levelling the dirt where they buried it.

Pregnant: To dream that you are pregnant, symbolizes an aspect of yourself or some aspect of your personal life that is growing and developing. You may not be ready to talk about it or act on it. This may also represent the birth of a new idea, direction, project or goal.

Birth: To dream of giving birth or see someone else giving birth, suggests that you are giving birth to a new idea or project. It also represents new beginnings or some upcoming event. A more direct interpretation of this dream, may represent your desires/ anxieties of giving birth or the anticipation for such an event to occur.

Time Travel: To dream about time travel, indicates your wish to escape from your present reality. You want to go back into the past or jump forward to the future to a period where your hopes are realized. This type also represents your romantic nature or your desire to romanticize everything.

Dead baby: To see a dead baby in your dream, symbolizes the ending of something that is part of you.

Breast feeding: To dream that you are breast feeding, symbolizes tenderness, love, nurture, and motherly love. Good things will be at your grasp.

Grave: To dream that you are visiting a grave, indicates that you need to delve into your own unconscious in search of an issue in which you thought had been put to rest. You need to stand up for yourself for no one else can do it for you. Alternatively, it represents something is about to be completed in your life. You are ready for a new start.

So despite the fact that this dream kind of bugged me this morning, apparently it is a good thing representing change and moving forward.

Just get by

Today MP & I went to the lesbian bar for Taco Tuesday. Since it is the first Tuesday of the month it was also smoke free day in the bar so we were in there for tacos and Phase 10. I beat MP at Phase 10. He will claim I cheated. Maybe I AM ever so clever that I am able to cheat, but he'll never know. :)

As we were sitting there eating tacos, I was eavesdropping on the conversation going on behind me. Two older women were discussing one's job. I would wager they were between 10 - 15 years older than me. She is apparently going to be working 16 hours per week at xyz company and this will allow her to "just get by" and she's pleased with this. This is the part I got confused about. How can a person be pleased with just getting by? She mentioned she would be getting a roommate for her 1 bedroom apartment to help in this process. I can't fathom what it would be like to have a roommate in a 1 bedroom apartment. Especially at 40ish. I will freely admit I don't have lofty goals. I don't want to be executive VP of HR some day or anything like that. Hell, I'm not even 100% sure I want to do what I'm doing for the next 30 years. But in 10 years, I definitely don't want to be just getting by.

No more pizza :(

Until I find a pizza sauce that doesn't completely tear up my stomach the way the one I currently like does. Currently I use I think Ragu but not the pizza quick type. I do know pizza quick also tears my stomach up. So if you know of any that are yummy let me know and I may try that. Otherwise, the stomach has won out. I don't like feeling this poorly when I eat one of my favorite foods.

A sad realization

It's been 10 years since I was in college. Let me emphasize that for you... 10 YEARS! How did this happen? How has this come about? God damn getting old thing. Beats the alternative though I suppose, as my father would say. Edit... A reprieve! Oh joyous reprieve! I thought for some reason this morning it was 2006 not 2005! So then that does make sense because I originally thought next year would be a reunion year and then I was confused...

To rectify this I am taking a class. Actually I thought about taking the class last night and realized the 10 years thing this morning so really they are kind of unrelated. But taking a class, I am. And not a class that is useful in any way shape or purpose to what I do or what I may or may not want to be when I grow up. I'm taking Physics 100. The most basic, physics for boneheads possible at my school. From Quarks to the Cosmos. Yesterday I was playing some trivia game online (at MSN in case you really care) and there was a question about Kafka's Metamorphosis. I knew the answer, having read Kafka in high school. But I thought about that question and the knowledge and came to a realization that sometimes I feel like people I know think I'm less smart than I am. And that bothers me. And it is all my perception, (actually with one person it isn't my perception he really thinks that and no it isn't Matty) and I know that. So to make myself feel smart, I'm going to take physics. Why physics? Because it kicked my ass in high school. I scraped by with a C- (and I think that was mostly due to a frighteningly smart lab partner). I had a crappy teacher. I also had a crappy chemistry teacher and so chemistry kicked my ass too, but I made up for it in college. I got like a B+ in my chem class and thought about taking more but decided against it because it would've required more higher math. If this works out, I may take more of science or math. (and even a REAL class and not just intro) I used to be interested in them before I got lazy. The only thing I didn't like was bio and that was only because I don't like to dissect things. The only bad thing, undergrad classes are during the day. If I want to take one, I miss work time. This physics class is during lunch 2 days a week so no big deal, but if I want to take a real science class, that's more time missed. I'll have to cross that bridge if I get there. Ok it might be because of my above realization that I think sometimes that other people think I'm not so smart.

Monday, July 04, 2005

Lighter Fluid

The stench of lighter fluid is stinking up my apartment. I don't know who outside is using it, but it is giving me a headache.

Sunday, July 03, 2005

3 Thoughts

1 - Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing is yum. Very very yum.

2 - It is probably psychosomatic, but once I installed the new fan in the window and turned it on it felt cooler within like 5 minutes.

3 - Apparently I'm never cooking again as I have ordered Chinese food for dinner again. Is it replacing tacos as my favorite, one might wonder? Not really. But Chinese food delivers and tacos don't so not only am I not cooking but I'm not leaving the house. Sigh.

Shop til I dropped!

Today I went for lunch at my favorite restaurant, Kaili's Kitchen in Edmonds. On the way home I hit Petco (or Petsmart they're basically the same) and Target. The babies now have more treats of a variety they seem to like. I also got a big bag of potting soil to put in Minka & Bax's old dig box. They never dug in it and since Tess & Rigby seem to love to dig in my plants, I'm hoping a box full of potting soil will make them ease off my dear plants. Ok I set Tess in and she dug around which makes me happy for her. I hope Rig likes it too.

Can someone explain to me why women's short sleeved shirts are either 3/4ths length sleeves or none at all. How is it we don't get normal short sleeved shirts? Another sign I'm secretly a lesbian and don't know it, I ended up buying my shirts from the men's section. I wanted normal short sleeved shirts, apparently boys get them.

As I was driving home I was listening to this song on the radio. It was hysterical. It used the lyrics "the roof is on fire..." so when it came to the part about motherfucker burn, they of course edited it. Except they didn't edit it so well. You heard mother fu (then a weird little editing noise) ker. You could tell exactly what the words are. hee.

Body envy

Ok usually I'm one of those love the body you have kind of people. Accept yourself and all that, but seriously if I could have anyone elses body... I think I'd have to say I want Shakira's. Because seriously, how could you not?

Saturday, July 02, 2005

What kind of girl am I?

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From the Girl Next Door: The defining characteristics of the Girl Next Door are simplicity and tradition. Simplicity means that, unlike the Academic Girl, she's really not that interested in the great questions that keep philosophers up at night. When she can sit in the kitchen, drinking coffee, eating shortbread cookies with a friend, and listening to the cat purr on top of the radiator, what else is there to life? What else, indeed.

From the Progressive Girl: Imagine that the Girl Next Door moved to the big city. If you are going to date a Progressive Girl, the one sin you can commit is to be a chameleon. Molding your opinions to fit hers will lose her respect. One very positive thing you can do is offer her new experiences -- the Progressive Girl is fearless about trying new things. Whether it's pluralism, skydiving, Asian peanut sauce, or this book, the Progressive Girl is always looking for new ideas.

Borrowed from PoppyCedes.

Friday, July 01, 2005

On and on they go

I just went and saw March of the Penguins. I only teared up 3 times during the movie. As it opened, I was looking at the beautiful landscape of Antarctica and I thought, hmm... what kind of job would I have to have to get to go there. I'm pretty sure they don't need benefits administrators. So then they had some of the first shots of the penguins and I thought, THAT'S what I could do... I could be a biologist. As the movie progressed, I discovered no, that's not what I could do. I also couldn't do documentaries of wild animals. I would want to interfere. All in all, though, a good movie. I enjoyed it. I didn't even hate Morgan Freeman's narration. And finally, how fucking cute are baby penguins?? I totally want to take one home! :)


This morning as I was getting ready, Tess was pacing on the window sill. She does this. She has an unholy obsession with the window sill. I had been chattering with both Tess & Rigby while getting dressed. Mostly silly things, but also the ever so important "Don't bite my feet damn you Rigby" (It kind of works) Then I sat on the bed to put on shoes and socks and I reached over and wrassled with Tess on the sill a bit. That's when I noticed the legs. That's all I could see, the feet and legs of one of my heinous neighbors. He was standing on the balcony, smoking I presume. I could tell he was at least facing my building because his shoes were pointed towards the front. I didn't try to look out the window at the guy, because for some reason I just got a whole creepy vibe from the whole thing. So I talked to Tess a minute more then went back to putting my shoes on. A minute or 2 later I heard the whisper of his sliding door and I checked through the slats in the blinds and he was gone. I know it is completely illogical that I found this at all creepy, and had he actually said anything to me it would've been weirder still. But still...

Will all movies do this lately?

Make me cry that is. I rented Finding Neverland tonight. From the time the damn orphans showed up to the play through almost the end, there were tears making their way down both my cheeks. Although I do not remember the part where Tinker Bell drinks the poison from the book Peter Pan, so now I'm going to have to reread it. It was a good movie, though. I can see why it won so many awards. I only had 2 complaints. There were several times where I could hardly hear the talkers so I'd jack up the volume, only to be killed in the next scene because it would then be too loud. My other complaint, wide screen. I don't like wide screen. I don't have a wide screen TV. Yet Blockbuster only carries wide screen DVDs. Damn Blockbuster. (I know I know, I could support my independent albiet bizarrely organized independent video rental place, but like they'd have it...)

I also have Ned Kelly and National Treasure to entertain me this weekend. I have high hopes for Ned Kelly. It combines many of my favorite things... The lusciousness of Heath Ledger (and Orlando Bloom is thrown in for good measure). A modern western (strangely enough one of my favorite movie genres). And Australian accents (I know I've mentioned I'm an accent whore). Seriously, it has to be as crappy as Star Wars #3 or Braveheart to really disappoint me with all that greatness to counteract it.