Have a glorious and festive Laborious Day Weekend, my fellow frasser's! Dorajar and I will be heading down to Lawrence, KS to attend (yet...another) Wedding! Congrats, Chenny and Pad Thai! We're headin' to Victor's 1959 cafe for a little Cubano Brefkist (The most important meal, you know) and then hittin' the ro-ad.
I love road trips. And I need a vacation. There, I said it.
wOOt!!!
ps: Last Chance to see me play "Professor Von Junk" in an interactive video game outside of "Trash Mountain" in the Eco Lab building at the State Fair. There, I said it. An embarrassing ditty, to be sure. Bring your kids. Teach'em about recycling and conservation. Watch me blatantly stare at the jerry-rigged cue card contraption the guy off to my waaaaay left is holding.
GO!!!
Friday, August 31, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Drama at the Fair...
Oh. The State. Fair.
I had made plans to go with my two oldest and dearest friends since High School. The gig was we wanted to go early, do our business, and get out early. Since I knew I'd probably be up mildly late on Sats, I said "9 am at AL's, and we'll boogie from there". It was to be an "Old School" Day, since the 3 of us hadn't been on an outing like this in...well, a long long time.
Well...
I show up & the Gay Burrito is already there when AL says "Hey, there's this girl who I want you two to meet that I like and she really wants to join us. Thing is, she can't be here 'Til 10 am. Is that cool". Fine, no worries. We played catch up while he told us alllll about said girl:
21 years old. Cute. Claims to have been a cop in Friendly for a couple of months before quitting. She claims to be starting Law school in September. He says she's a spitfire, funny, and sweet. And kind of reminds him of Thora Birch in "American Beauty"
When she arrives, she says a quick "Hi" to us before launching into a profanity littered tirade on her cell which started with "I'm going to f#ckin' KILL that mother f#ck#r!!!". I quietly say to AL"You know something? I think I could motherf#ckin KILL a glass of water, please". The way she tells it, her roommate is a psycho and peed on her clothes and threw her shoes to his dog to chew up. (Ohhhh kay?) She thinks she wants to file a restraining order, has never done it, and wants company if the cops have to show up while the roommate is at work. (Wait, you were a cop right?)
Oh, and by "company"? She meant all of us. (Um...say what? Did you actually just make an imposition on people you met 5 minutes ago?)
Burrito and I are exchanging the same glance while AL says "Of Course." Great.
So we drive over to her place, and her landlord and the lot of us field questions from the "ex-cop" while she calls 411 for the non-emergency phone number. (Her comment "MINNEAPOLIS ISN'T IN THE 763 AREA CODE?!?!? WHAT THE F#CK?) I ask "Why don't you look it up in the phone book?" ("Um...I don't have one") "Sweetie, everybody gets a phone book. It'll be a number that starts 612-348-****" which prompted her to get up off her a$$ and look. (Which meant she hands the phone book to her landlord who looks it up for her) Gay Burrito is looking more disgusted by the minute and AL is quietly apologizing to us up and down. When she comes back she's asking "what do I say" so I walk her through a piece by piece explanation of how to talk to the officers and to base her concerns on specific times and dates the incidents happened and why it is she feels threatened. She says "WOW, that's good. Can you write that down for me?"*
Hey last straw. How ya doin?
GB turns and says "Um, We're leaving. Drop us off at our cars and we'll meet you at the Fair." articulating what we had thought we should have done before we even left. Girl guilted Adam into staying with her until the cops showed up ("You're not going tooooooo?") while GB and I drove off disgusted and b#tching about the incident the whole time. (It's almost 11 am at this point) I took a breath and though like Dorajar would think and said that it was an adventure that was meant to happen, and not only will we still have a good time but little nutso incidences like that make you realize how far you really are in life. They call us a few hours later to meet up. After walking back around the places that We had JUST covered (Which took up another hour), we headed to the Mighty Midway. And THAT, gentle readers...That's when the complaining really started.
This young lady b#tched endlessly (Like, little kid bitched too. It was either too hot, too tired, too this, too that. Pouting, really POUTING, the entire time.) which started AL b#tching. Which in turn got GB crabby. Right before we arrived at the Eco-Building (To watch the silly video I shot earlier in the month) and after the 4th time of being asked"Do you even KNOW where this place IS?" I turned around and said "Look. If you guys want to wait here. Or go home. Whatever. I don't care. I can check this out and have a great day at the Fair alone. Otherwise? Mumbo, Jumbo, and Peaches? Please shut the f#ck up."
And I walked off. And they laughed at their new names. And then we watched the game outside of "Trash Mountain". And they laughed at me. Then we sky-trammed it back to save our aching feet. And then we hugged. And then we left.
(Sighs)
I don't think he's talking to her anymore. And it makes me happy.
And for those keeping score, the total food tally for the day was: Deep fried turkey sandwich, two beers, a pronto pup, a gyro, and we shared cookies and cheese curds.
The end.
*Granted, she could have been really really upset and she did start crying while GB and I waited outside. But still. "Write that down for me"?!?!
I don't think so.
I had made plans to go with my two oldest and dearest friends since High School. The gig was we wanted to go early, do our business, and get out early. Since I knew I'd probably be up mildly late on Sats, I said "9 am at AL's, and we'll boogie from there". It was to be an "Old School" Day, since the 3 of us hadn't been on an outing like this in...well, a long long time.
Well...
I show up & the Gay Burrito is already there when AL says "Hey, there's this girl who I want you two to meet that I like and she really wants to join us. Thing is, she can't be here 'Til 10 am. Is that cool". Fine, no worries. We played catch up while he told us alllll about said girl:
21 years old. Cute. Claims to have been a cop in Friendly for a couple of months before quitting. She claims to be starting Law school in September. He says she's a spitfire, funny, and sweet. And kind of reminds him of Thora Birch in "American Beauty"
When she arrives, she says a quick "Hi" to us before launching into a profanity littered tirade on her cell which started with "I'm going to f#ckin' KILL that mother f#ck#r!!!". I quietly say to AL"You know something? I think I could motherf#ckin KILL a glass of water, please". The way she tells it, her roommate is a psycho and peed on her clothes and threw her shoes to his dog to chew up. (Ohhhh kay?) She thinks she wants to file a restraining order, has never done it, and wants company if the cops have to show up while the roommate is at work. (Wait, you were a cop right?)
Oh, and by "company"? She meant all of us. (Um...say what? Did you actually just make an imposition on people you met 5 minutes ago?)
Burrito and I are exchanging the same glance while AL says "Of Course." Great.
So we drive over to her place, and her landlord and the lot of us field questions from the "ex-cop" while she calls 411 for the non-emergency phone number. (Her comment "MINNEAPOLIS ISN'T IN THE 763 AREA CODE?!?!? WHAT THE F#CK?) I ask "Why don't you look it up in the phone book?" ("Um...I don't have one") "Sweetie, everybody gets a phone book. It'll be a number that starts 612-348-****" which prompted her to get up off her a$$ and look. (Which meant she hands the phone book to her landlord who looks it up for her) Gay Burrito is looking more disgusted by the minute and AL is quietly apologizing to us up and down. When she comes back she's asking "what do I say" so I walk her through a piece by piece explanation of how to talk to the officers and to base her concerns on specific times and dates the incidents happened and why it is she feels threatened. She says "WOW, that's good. Can you write that down for me?"*
Hey last straw. How ya doin?
GB turns and says "Um, We're leaving. Drop us off at our cars and we'll meet you at the Fair." articulating what we had thought we should have done before we even left. Girl guilted Adam into staying with her until the cops showed up ("You're not going tooooooo?") while GB and I drove off disgusted and b#tching about the incident the whole time. (It's almost 11 am at this point) I took a breath and though like Dorajar would think and said that it was an adventure that was meant to happen, and not only will we still have a good time but little nutso incidences like that make you realize how far you really are in life. They call us a few hours later to meet up. After walking back around the places that We had JUST covered (Which took up another hour), we headed to the Mighty Midway. And THAT, gentle readers...That's when the complaining really started.
This young lady b#tched endlessly (Like, little kid bitched too. It was either too hot, too tired, too this, too that. Pouting, really POUTING, the entire time.) which started AL b#tching. Which in turn got GB crabby. Right before we arrived at the Eco-Building (To watch the silly video I shot earlier in the month) and after the 4th time of being asked"Do you even KNOW where this place IS?" I turned around and said "Look. If you guys want to wait here. Or go home. Whatever. I don't care. I can check this out and have a great day at the Fair alone. Otherwise? Mumbo, Jumbo, and Peaches? Please shut the f#ck up."
And I walked off. And they laughed at their new names. And then we watched the game outside of "Trash Mountain". And they laughed at me. Then we sky-trammed it back to save our aching feet. And then we hugged. And then we left.
(Sighs)
I don't think he's talking to her anymore. And it makes me happy.
And for those keeping score, the total food tally for the day was: Deep fried turkey sandwich, two beers, a pronto pup, a gyro, and we shared cookies and cheese curds.
The end.
*Granted, she could have been really really upset and she did start crying while GB and I waited outside. But still. "Write that down for me"?!?!
I don't think so.
Really a nice weekend
So sue. This week has been busy and uneventful. (With the exception of Dorajar taking me to a"new NE Mipples" restaurant behind Bollywood Imports. Authentic South Indian fare! My tikka chicken was good, but the aloo palak was very oily) Yeah...and um, I cracked my coffee urn? Whoops?
Last weekend? Pip to the Pip:
Frids- Engaged in my annual bowling loss at the alley formerly known as Stardust. I made less of an ass of myself than I normally do, and have yet to break the elusive 100 mark. Happy Birthday Wiiman!
Sats- was a running around sort of day. I went and visited my nephew and bro/sis in law out in the Savage Land. Lil' Zachy has discovered giggling and goober-kisses. He's a lamprey! And, if I may say so myself, is very good at understand refined humor. My dirty jokes went over quite well, thankyouverymuch.
I got home in time to nap, gussy up, and head to Stipples for Kaiser and Nic's wedding at Irvine Park before departing for the caves for some recepting. It was really great to be around so many people who I love so much, you know? The night was accentuated by cave tours, explaining to Bretmonster that I don't appreciate being called "Professor Von Junk", free booze/snick snacks, telling spooky Stipples/Caves ghost stories then having Ry-Gonn correct me (I kid, I kid) and dancing to awesome 80's goodness. (Props to Dorajar for her interpretive dance to "She's Like the Wind". She's been rehearsing for days)
Oh, and congrats Kaiser and NicJoy. Happiness to you both.
Sunds I made plans with AL and the gay burrito to hit the Fair. We were going to go early in the a.m. in order to get out early so that we beat the riff-raff. The day, however...proved to be a lot more interesting.
That's the next blog...
Last weekend? Pip to the Pip:
Frids- Engaged in my annual bowling loss at the alley formerly known as Stardust. I made less of an ass of myself than I normally do, and have yet to break the elusive 100 mark. Happy Birthday Wiiman!
Sats- was a running around sort of day. I went and visited my nephew and bro/sis in law out in the Savage Land. Lil' Zachy has discovered giggling and goober-kisses. He's a lamprey! And, if I may say so myself, is very good at understand refined humor. My dirty jokes went over quite well, thankyouverymuch.
I got home in time to nap, gussy up, and head to Stipples for Kaiser and Nic's wedding at Irvine Park before departing for the caves for some recepting. It was really great to be around so many people who I love so much, you know? The night was accentuated by cave tours, explaining to Bretmonster that I don't appreciate being called "Professor Von Junk", free booze/snick snacks, telling spooky Stipples/Caves ghost stories then having Ry-Gonn correct me (I kid, I kid) and dancing to awesome 80's goodness. (Props to Dorajar for her interpretive dance to "She's Like the Wind". She's been rehearsing for days)
Oh, and congrats Kaiser and NicJoy. Happiness to you both.
Sunds I made plans with AL and the gay burrito to hit the Fair. We were going to go early in the a.m. in order to get out early so that we beat the riff-raff. The day, however...proved to be a lot more interesting.
That's the next blog...
Friday, August 24, 2007
A telegram to the weather
(In light of the last 2 weeks worth of rain- Today notwithstanding...GORgeous)
"Dear Rain." (Stop)
"Stop". (Stop)
The open letter:
Rain,
This letter has been a long time coming, but I wanted to let you know that if we are to continue in this relationship we need to establish some ground rules. We've known each other long enough, and I think that since we've both grown in our respective ways (Notice how I don't go running out under cathedral drown spouts for impromtu showers when it thunderstorms in the summer? That is simply a recipe for pneumonia) I believe that these requests are completely reasonable and quite frankly- neccessary. Both for my mental health and the health of the community.
1- You are only to rain heavily on intermittent days after the last of your friend, brother snow, has left the ground and there are no longer gray piles at the end of parking lots.
2- The aforementioned rain, must be heavy. And only start between the hours of 9-3pm Monday through Friday. CST
3- This can continue (And you can keep your gray April, and early May) for no more than 3 months, but I don't think that it's difficult to provide us with no less than 15 warm/sunny days to help those of us who suffer from S.A.D. Week 2 of June is when this should subside.
4- Intermittent showers may continue during the duration of the summer, with a request that they start to taper off toward the beginning of August.
5- Showers may (again) last from between 9-3pm CST. They will not allow my commute either to or from work to be hampered and last longer than the 25 minutes it already takes. Yesterday was a grave violation of my trust, rain. 50 minutes is unacceptable.
6- Afternoon and weekend showers are banned. You will not be allowed to hamper any outdoor activities, and jogs will no longer be called "soggy joggies" thank you.
7- In an act of unFATHOMABLE generosity, I will also allow showers between the hours of 1am and 4am- CST. (These "Lil' Dribblers" as I like to call them, help me sleep. And they are MUCH cheaper than a noise machine) Light, distant thunder boomies will enhance this experience.
8- We are NOT Seattle. You may get jealous of the rampant gray wet weather they experience, but lets please let our precipatory reputation here in MN be relagated to a cold-ass February and a snowy-ass March. We DO happen to need to have our own identities, you know?
You see? I don't think that these demands are unreasonable. And I really think that you'll make friends with our farmer pals if you give them copious amounts of H20 when they need it, and not these ramshackle random mish mash antics that you find so amusing.
Not cool, Rain. Not. Cool.
"Dear Rain." (Stop)
"Stop". (Stop)
The open letter:
Rain,
This letter has been a long time coming, but I wanted to let you know that if we are to continue in this relationship we need to establish some ground rules. We've known each other long enough, and I think that since we've both grown in our respective ways (Notice how I don't go running out under cathedral drown spouts for impromtu showers when it thunderstorms in the summer? That is simply a recipe for pneumonia) I believe that these requests are completely reasonable and quite frankly- neccessary. Both for my mental health and the health of the community.
1- You are only to rain heavily on intermittent days after the last of your friend, brother snow, has left the ground and there are no longer gray piles at the end of parking lots.
2- The aforementioned rain, must be heavy. And only start between the hours of 9-3pm Monday through Friday. CST
3- This can continue (And you can keep your gray April, and early May) for no more than 3 months, but I don't think that it's difficult to provide us with no less than 15 warm/sunny days to help those of us who suffer from S.A.D. Week 2 of June is when this should subside.
4- Intermittent showers may continue during the duration of the summer, with a request that they start to taper off toward the beginning of August.
5- Showers may (again) last from between 9-3pm CST. They will not allow my commute either to or from work to be hampered and last longer than the 25 minutes it already takes. Yesterday was a grave violation of my trust, rain. 50 minutes is unacceptable.
6- Afternoon and weekend showers are banned. You will not be allowed to hamper any outdoor activities, and jogs will no longer be called "soggy joggies" thank you.
7- In an act of unFATHOMABLE generosity, I will also allow showers between the hours of 1am and 4am- CST. (These "Lil' Dribblers" as I like to call them, help me sleep. And they are MUCH cheaper than a noise machine) Light, distant thunder boomies will enhance this experience.
8- We are NOT Seattle. You may get jealous of the rampant gray wet weather they experience, but lets please let our precipatory reputation here in MN be relagated to a cold-ass February and a snowy-ass March. We DO happen to need to have our own identities, you know?
You see? I don't think that these demands are unreasonable. And I really think that you'll make friends with our farmer pals if you give them copious amounts of H20 when they need it, and not these ramshackle random mish mash antics that you find so amusing.
Not cool, Rain. Not. Cool.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
Creepy
It has always (well, since I first heard it anyway) struck me as an eerie lyric:
"Many miles away, something crawls from the slime, at the bottom of a dark Scottish lake..."
http://www.lyricsdepot.com/the-police/synchronicity.html
Yeah.
In other news, it was a festive weekend. Deeeelicious birthday dinner for buddies on Friday night followed by a hoof around Lake Calhoun. (In case you were wondering, Dorajar had her happy 26th birthday yesterday! Love you darling!) Saturday she spent time w/her KU buddies while I secretly finished preparing her b'day pressies (And wrapping them all ghetto style. Hey! Don't judge me. I ran out of paper.)
That night was the actual "party party" at the casa del Mo-mags which was a pip pip happy affair even though I didn't get to bed until the wee hours. Her buddies called her WAY to frassin' early to go grab brunch at Ikes. I had no time to nappa nappa before an audition for Sun Tzu's: "Art of War" at the PWC. (Which, when you have this much f#cking construction on top of a Twin's game with a downpour to boot? Takes a good 40 minutes to get their from my place. DO NOT WANT!!!)
I DID get a nap in before meeting Dora and buddies for dinner. Note to self: Self? Adelita's has a live one-person band playing on Sunday nights. Loudly. And off key. It diminished the humor greatly after trying to shout our conversation.
Lastly, it's cold out. It has made sleeping HEAVENly (So much nicer to snuggle McCuddle under thick blankets than it is to swelter above them) However, I did have to turn my heater on briefly this morning on my commute.
Frass.
"Many miles away, something crawls from the slime, at the bottom of a dark Scottish lake..."
http://www.lyricsdepot.com/the-police/synchronicity.html
Yeah.
In other news, it was a festive weekend. Deeeelicious birthday dinner for buddies on Friday night followed by a hoof around Lake Calhoun. (In case you were wondering, Dorajar had her happy 26th birthday yesterday! Love you darling!) Saturday she spent time w/her KU buddies while I secretly finished preparing her b'day pressies (And wrapping them all ghetto style. Hey! Don't judge me. I ran out of paper.)
That night was the actual "party party" at the casa del Mo-mags which was a pip pip happy affair even though I didn't get to bed until the wee hours. Her buddies called her WAY to frassin' early to go grab brunch at Ikes. I had no time to nappa nappa before an audition for Sun Tzu's: "Art of War" at the PWC. (Which, when you have this much f#cking construction on top of a Twin's game with a downpour to boot? Takes a good 40 minutes to get their from my place. DO NOT WANT!!!)
I DID get a nap in before meeting Dora and buddies for dinner. Note to self: Self? Adelita's has a live one-person band playing on Sunday nights. Loudly. And off key. It diminished the humor greatly after trying to shout our conversation.
Lastly, it's cold out. It has made sleeping HEAVENly (So much nicer to snuggle McCuddle under thick blankets than it is to swelter above them) However, I did have to turn my heater on briefly this morning on my commute.
Frass.
Friday, August 17, 2007
No no no...the coolness does NOT stop here
Yeah, so it's like a flood gate. Do you WANT me to show you cool s#it? DO YOU!!!
S'what I thought. A co-worker directed me here:
http://www.history.com/minisite.do?content_type=mini_home&mini_id=54986
Okay, so what if you all already know about this. SOME of us lack extendo-cool cable. (Much to my roommates occasional chagrin. I can't justify payin' for s#it that I never watch anyway unless I'm at a hotel, you know?)
Those kyoshoshinkai f#ckers are NUTS!!!
S'what I thought. A co-worker directed me here:
http://www.history.com/minisite.do?content_type=mini_home&mini_id=54986
Okay, so what if you all already know about this. SOME of us lack extendo-cool cable. (Much to my roommates occasional chagrin. I can't justify payin' for s#it that I never watch anyway unless I'm at a hotel, you know?)
Those kyoshoshinkai f#ckers are NUTS!!!
This'll be more fun, I swear
Fringe closing night gala photo's- Here:
http://fringefestival.org/slideshows/2007/party/
Who has two thumbs, glassy buzzed face and just finished what amounted to be a growler-sized Sierra Nevada Pale Ale? This guy...on slide six.
Thanks for driving, loverpants.
http://fringefestival.org/slideshows/2007/party/
Who has two thumbs, glassy buzzed face and just finished what amounted to be a growler-sized Sierra Nevada Pale Ale? This guy...on slide six.
Thanks for driving, loverpants.
Funk...
So yeah. 2007 is fixin' to be the year of the fix. I haven't posted b/c (again) I've been moving through another repair related funk. This one has another tale of woe that starts at the end of the Fringe.
Story time:
Fringe tends to take the wind out of you, even if you aren't involved in a show. (It's a lot of theatre to engage in 10 days. Wipe out!) So after grabbin' lunch and "I hate Kenny G" at the PWC I went to drop Dorajar off so she could see more shows and I could get some house frass done before the Fringe Closing Gala. I noticed my car squeeley squeeley when I cornered and then hard steering. My first thought? Greeeeeat. Power Steering going out, buddy? I check for drips and peruse my Haynes manual. Fluid levels are copacetic. What up?
Monday (After the arm workout which was my commute) I started investigating more sources/possibilities on line and make an appointment for Wednesday at my neighborhood version of Jay Pea Tea at the recommendation of Redwright. My rationale was that I'd take Wednesday off, then get my car that same evening. I suggest to the mechanic that it may (might) be the Power Steering, but I wasn't sure.
Before taking off for work on Tuesday, I hit the windshield wipers to get the refuse of my car from the previous evening's storms. They were sloooooow. Check the a/c. Low blowing, even when set to "Hi". Waaaaaaaitaminnit! The ALTERNATOR!!! THAT is a much cheaper fix than any power steering nonsense. Either the alternator, or the belts. One of the two. In spite of some very sluggish accelaration, I figure I'll limp in to work and the worst case scenario if it doesn't start I'll have it towed.
Except on 35E, my panel went out. Couldn't see how fast I was going save for the speed of other cars. I'm cool, I thought. As long as I'm moving the battery is powering me along. Except when I slowed down to get to the 494 SB exit before Tamarack. Beeeeeeeeyyyyyuuuuuuuuuu. My car powered down faster than the Death Star Tractor Beam when Obi-Wan shut it off. I scuttle over underneath the "Exit Ahead" sign on the shoulder of the freeway. My workplace, 1/2 a mile away.
'Kay. This is why I have a AAA card.
It just wasn't in my wallet. I start to get shakey. Then I call information who hooks me up and then I go through about 7-8 transfers before "Lloyd" finds my info online and tells me to sit tight, it might be a while (Since the storm apparently knocked trees into cars all over the East metro, they were a little busy) I shuffle over into the passenger seat while morning rush hour whizzes past. I call work and say "Not gonna happen". I call Dorajar, my folks (Who tell me what they think it is simultaneously) and I wait. For an hour and a half. And I hadda go to the bafroom something fierce.
Tow-boy shows up and gets me hitched to the wagon. Instead of a quiet, sullen trip I decide to pick his brain regarding funniest fares, funniest tows, repair woes, what HE thinks it is, and the joys of road construction. ("I'd like to meet the a$$hole who thought construction on two corresponding freeways at the same time was a good idea" says he)
I'm dropped off with a laugh and a handshake, I give my new diagnosis to the guys. And trudge home. Karma liked me so much, they made it extra muggy outside. So I was sweating through my work duds and my hairspray ran into my eyes.
Needless to say, I was in a foul mood. They called and said "Maybe check it out sometime tomorrow since they're backed up" (More scheduled time off) When I got it back and paid the $300 (Which mom and dad started in on me as to how it was a rip off.) I was also handed a laundry list of other maladies that need addressed, some serious and others that can wait. That ended up looking to be to the tune of $800. At least I know what's wrong now.
I go home and do the one thing I can do (Change my brake light) and pout.
I am patiently awaiting the silver lining to all this nonsense. I'm fairly certain I p#$$ed someone off in a past life, and have been given 2007 as a penance. Soooooo, good thoughts are requested. Not suggestions/ideas/pity, just positive thoughts. My co-worker gave me her Jamaican Luck Doll that she bought on her vacation. She's looking at me right now...with all her cloth/karma/Jamaicany goodness.
Bring it on, mama.
Story time:
Fringe tends to take the wind out of you, even if you aren't involved in a show. (It's a lot of theatre to engage in 10 days. Wipe out!) So after grabbin' lunch and "I hate Kenny G" at the PWC I went to drop Dorajar off so she could see more shows and I could get some house frass done before the Fringe Closing Gala. I noticed my car squeeley squeeley when I cornered and then hard steering. My first thought? Greeeeeat. Power Steering going out, buddy? I check for drips and peruse my Haynes manual. Fluid levels are copacetic. What up?
Monday (After the arm workout which was my commute) I started investigating more sources/possibilities on line and make an appointment for Wednesday at my neighborhood version of Jay Pea Tea at the recommendation of Redwright. My rationale was that I'd take Wednesday off, then get my car that same evening. I suggest to the mechanic that it may (might) be the Power Steering, but I wasn't sure.
Before taking off for work on Tuesday, I hit the windshield wipers to get the refuse of my car from the previous evening's storms. They were sloooooow. Check the a/c. Low blowing, even when set to "Hi". Waaaaaaaitaminnit! The ALTERNATOR!!! THAT is a much cheaper fix than any power steering nonsense. Either the alternator, or the belts. One of the two. In spite of some very sluggish accelaration, I figure I'll limp in to work and the worst case scenario if it doesn't start I'll have it towed.
Except on 35E, my panel went out. Couldn't see how fast I was going save for the speed of other cars. I'm cool, I thought. As long as I'm moving the battery is powering me along. Except when I slowed down to get to the 494 SB exit before Tamarack. Beeeeeeeeyyyyyuuuuuuuuuu. My car powered down faster than the Death Star Tractor Beam when Obi-Wan shut it off. I scuttle over underneath the "Exit Ahead" sign on the shoulder of the freeway. My workplace, 1/2 a mile away.
'Kay. This is why I have a AAA card.
It just wasn't in my wallet. I start to get shakey. Then I call information who hooks me up and then I go through about 7-8 transfers before "Lloyd" finds my info online and tells me to sit tight, it might be a while (Since the storm apparently knocked trees into cars all over the East metro, they were a little busy) I shuffle over into the passenger seat while morning rush hour whizzes past. I call work and say "Not gonna happen". I call Dorajar, my folks (Who tell me what they think it is simultaneously) and I wait. For an hour and a half. And I hadda go to the bafroom something fierce.
Tow-boy shows up and gets me hitched to the wagon. Instead of a quiet, sullen trip I decide to pick his brain regarding funniest fares, funniest tows, repair woes, what HE thinks it is, and the joys of road construction. ("I'd like to meet the a$$hole who thought construction on two corresponding freeways at the same time was a good idea" says he)
I'm dropped off with a laugh and a handshake, I give my new diagnosis to the guys. And trudge home. Karma liked me so much, they made it extra muggy outside. So I was sweating through my work duds and my hairspray ran into my eyes.
Needless to say, I was in a foul mood. They called and said "Maybe check it out sometime tomorrow since they're backed up" (More scheduled time off) When I got it back and paid the $300 (Which mom and dad started in on me as to how it was a rip off.) I was also handed a laundry list of other maladies that need addressed, some serious and others that can wait. That ended up looking to be to the tune of $800. At least I know what's wrong now.
I go home and do the one thing I can do (Change my brake light) and pout.
I am patiently awaiting the silver lining to all this nonsense. I'm fairly certain I p#$$ed someone off in a past life, and have been given 2007 as a penance. Soooooo, good thoughts are requested. Not suggestions/ideas/pity, just positive thoughts. My co-worker gave me her Jamaican Luck Doll that she bought on her vacation. She's looking at me right now...with all her cloth/karma/Jamaicany goodness.
Bring it on, mama.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Sorry.
That was a downer last post. This? This looks f#cking hysterical.
http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809761737/video/3631941/
http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809761737/video/3631941/
Gonna make you sweat-TAH!!!
Anyone else sweaty-business? Show of hands? I'm normally a big-time sweater during physical activities...jogging, karate, etc. And I don't do "humid" all that well. But lately I've been worrying myself a bit. Yesterday, I attempted to lift weights and jog for the first time in about 2 weeks (Much to the protestations of my calves and shins, which started screaming by the end of the 3rd block. Not a fun 3.5 miler) Lifting turned out to be a bigger b#tch...I dorked my left shoulder after subbing in softball and the ROM has been reduced significantly. (Punching and backfists can't be done without a knife in my rotater cuff. And dumb as it sounds, I canna put my arm around Mo with out the same deal happening. Or pull a shirt over my head.)
Teh suck.
Anyway, sweat. After activities, I need a period of cool down so that my body dries out before showering. Reason being, if I try and jump in the shower the chances that even after towelling off I start sweating again are pretty high. Well, I did just that before Mo and I walked to lunch and sure as sure, was a sweaty mess by the time we got to lunch. After we split for the night, I ran a few errands. Easy, right? HAH! Walking from my car into Rainbow I had already started to sweat. WTF!?!?
The A/C was on last night since my house was hot and muggy, and my bedroom has the LEAST circulation in the house. (Anyone want to come over and install an actual window?) Well it was above the covers to cool off, then below the covers before getting too hot. Repeat all night.
Grrrr. I. Don't. Get it. Am I poisoned? So I read this:
http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/article/003218.htm
And I got skeered. Cancer? Hyperthyroidism?
So, I'm calling the Doctor ASAP. And, uh...I should probably tell him that I noticed my hand shaking a little bit too. I thought it was hunger/low-blood sugar. Until I saw it after lunch.
And headache.
And a weird feeling of dizziness. Occasionally.
G#d Dammit
Teh suck.
Anyway, sweat. After activities, I need a period of cool down so that my body dries out before showering. Reason being, if I try and jump in the shower the chances that even after towelling off I start sweating again are pretty high. Well, I did just that before Mo and I walked to lunch and sure as sure, was a sweaty mess by the time we got to lunch. After we split for the night, I ran a few errands. Easy, right? HAH! Walking from my car into Rainbow I had already started to sweat. WTF!?!?
The A/C was on last night since my house was hot and muggy, and my bedroom has the LEAST circulation in the house. (Anyone want to come over and install an actual window?) Well it was above the covers to cool off, then below the covers before getting too hot. Repeat all night.
Grrrr. I. Don't. Get it. Am I poisoned? So I read this:
http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/article/003218.htm
And I got skeered. Cancer? Hyperthyroidism?
So, I'm calling the Doctor ASAP. And, uh...I should probably tell him that I noticed my hand shaking a little bit too. I thought it was hunger/low-blood sugar. Until I saw it after lunch.
And headache.
And a weird feeling of dizziness. Occasionally.
G#d Dammit
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Safe
Hey all. If you reading this, I'm safe. I was on my way to dinner at a friends house and left @ 5:57pm (Shut up. I remember times, okay?) Anyway, I slammed into immobile traffic and called him from my car. Unmoving. (Did I mention that? I also had a bag of thawing chicky boobs in my crotch that was supposed to be dinner. Chicky Boob Au Crotcho) I told him I'd be late.
Cut to 10 additional minutes with cop cars, tow trucks, ambulances, and fire trucks whipping by on the shoulder and folks humping over the hwy median to go in the opposite direction. (Buddy here almost gets sideswiped by a cop who had some choice words for me when I was trying to get over and out of the way and one of his buddies decides to go on my left. Okay. Pick a lane, copper)
If y'all know where I live, 35W South and North is a mess, and the "My Johnson" St Exit is a bitch with all the construction already. I flick on the radio which lo and behold is "The Cities" and doodpants DJ sez "This is no joke, the Wash Ave Bridge has collapsed."
I whipped a U turn and hopped the median like everyone else.
It was frantic, but most of my immediate circle was reached in a short time (The waiting. With the cell phones. Was kind of paralyzing. Not to mention Dorajar left her cell at home, so I kinda freaked when Magrooder's answered.)
I hope all is well with everyone else. Okay? If you know my number, call or email me at home today.
Take care, be safe, and be well.
Cut to 10 additional minutes with cop cars, tow trucks, ambulances, and fire trucks whipping by on the shoulder and folks humping over the hwy median to go in the opposite direction. (Buddy here almost gets sideswiped by a cop who had some choice words for me when I was trying to get over and out of the way and one of his buddies decides to go on my left. Okay. Pick a lane, copper)
If y'all know where I live, 35W South and North is a mess, and the "My Johnson" St Exit is a bitch with all the construction already. I flick on the radio which lo and behold is "The Cities" and doodpants DJ sez "This is no joke, the Wash Ave Bridge has collapsed."
I whipped a U turn and hopped the median like everyone else.
It was frantic, but most of my immediate circle was reached in a short time (The waiting. With the cell phones. Was kind of paralyzing. Not to mention Dorajar left her cell at home, so I kinda freaked when Magrooder's answered.)
I hope all is well with everyone else. Okay? If you know my number, call or email me at home today.
Take care, be safe, and be well.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
I'm gonna bet...
...That the sheer number of posts I created today, in addition to their length will cause folks to do the "scrolly/skimmy/not really reading" blog reading. And I further predict that I will receive nary a single response from my faithful readers.
I had some s#it to say, yo.
xo
I had some s#it to say, yo.
xo
Double Feature, Creature's...
Winning the "Two Birds with One Stone" category: Us.
After napping, and whipping up a tasty dinner of wheat pasta/artichokes/tomatoes/pesto we decided to treat ourselves to an actual "movie movie" date night. We were torn, and going back and forth as to what we should see (A coin toss between "Ratatouille" and "HP and the OotP".) I knew the direction she was leaning, and since time got the best of us the former one of the latter.
And what a film. Go see it. Pixar continues to amaze me, and while I know this isn't my "favorite" of the lot ("The Incredibles" will sit on that throne for a while. Sorry. Gotta represent my geek roots) it was full of so much heart I couldn't help being moved. (The critics speech at the end was, amazing. Wait. Did I just say that it was full of "Heart"? Excuse me. I need to go and get my d#ck out of that mason jar.)
Sooooooooo, we then decide very last minnit like to be all stealthy and sneak in to the last showing of "HP5". I refill my bladder splatter Diet Coke-ah, she orders a small 'corn, and it's (Insert "Mission Impossible" theme here) into theatre number 9.
Before I get into THAT movie, let's talk about previews. Now I KNOW that the previews before the film would be geared toward children's movies...what I did NOT know was that they would all look so frassin' much alike! Even "Golden Compass", which I think is going to be the bomb? Was like every trailer before or after. It got a little, you know? Obnoxious. And I love trailer's. And here I just was praying for them to end.
End rant.
So I liked it. It won't fall in the category of my favorite (Goblet and Ass-cabin are tied for that.) I liked a lot more of the elements than the ones I didn't like. The attention to the small book details (Ginny's wistful and jealous looks. #12 Grimmauld Place), The final wizard's duel, D.A training, Luna and Umbridge (Good lord, Imelda? I hated you. Like, hated hated your character. And I think that HBC is crazy)...Tonks was...Hot? So yeah. Good good good.
What I didn't like was:
The jump cuts. What, one minute Harry is packing and the next- Dumbledore's office? At least have him be summoned. Something. And more of Kreacher. I had read that the director didn't even want him in there. Okay. He's only responsible for a major plot point later in the series!!!
And where are the POV/reaction shots? It's like the director was afraid to set up reaction shots. There were too many. Too many. And the newspaper spinny deals? Fine once, or maybe bookending the film. But that many? I felt like I should be watching Spider-man or Superman.
And dude, I'm sorry. I kinda thought Harry sucked in this one. Like, he had the emotional range of cake.
I guess that the last two director's spoiled it for me. I think that they captured the sense of whimsy and the relationships between the character's better. And when the major "death" in this film happens, I just didn't have the "umphf" that the last film's did. (Even though, to his credit, the actor playing him captured the feeling from the book rather well.)
So yeah. Just glad I didn't pay for it. Buhwah ha ha ha haaaa!
After napping, and whipping up a tasty dinner of wheat pasta/artichokes/tomatoes/pesto we decided to treat ourselves to an actual "movie movie" date night. We were torn, and going back and forth as to what we should see (A coin toss between "Ratatouille" and "HP and the OotP".) I knew the direction she was leaning, and since time got the best of us the former one of the latter.
And what a film. Go see it. Pixar continues to amaze me, and while I know this isn't my "favorite" of the lot ("The Incredibles" will sit on that throne for a while. Sorry. Gotta represent my geek roots) it was full of so much heart I couldn't help being moved. (The critics speech at the end was, amazing. Wait. Did I just say that it was full of "Heart"? Excuse me. I need to go and get my d#ck out of that mason jar.)
Sooooooooo, we then decide very last minnit like to be all stealthy and sneak in to the last showing of "HP5". I refill my bladder splatter Diet Coke-ah, she orders a small 'corn, and it's (Insert "Mission Impossible" theme here) into theatre number 9.
Before I get into THAT movie, let's talk about previews. Now I KNOW that the previews before the film would be geared toward children's movies...what I did NOT know was that they would all look so frassin' much alike! Even "Golden Compass", which I think is going to be the bomb? Was like every trailer before or after. It got a little, you know? Obnoxious. And I love trailer's. And here I just was praying for them to end.
End rant.
So I liked it. It won't fall in the category of my favorite (Goblet and Ass-cabin are tied for that.) I liked a lot more of the elements than the ones I didn't like. The attention to the small book details (Ginny's wistful and jealous looks. #12 Grimmauld Place), The final wizard's duel, D.A training, Luna and Umbridge (Good lord, Imelda? I hated you. Like, hated hated your character. And I think that HBC is crazy)...Tonks was...Hot? So yeah. Good good good.
What I didn't like was:
The jump cuts. What, one minute Harry is packing and the next- Dumbledore's office? At least have him be summoned. Something. And more of Kreacher. I had read that the director didn't even want him in there. Okay. He's only responsible for a major plot point later in the series!!!
And where are the POV/reaction shots? It's like the director was afraid to set up reaction shots. There were too many. Too many. And the newspaper spinny deals? Fine once, or maybe bookending the film. But that many? I felt like I should be watching Spider-man or Superman.
And dude, I'm sorry. I kinda thought Harry sucked in this one. Like, he had the emotional range of cake.
I guess that the last two director's spoiled it for me. I think that they captured the sense of whimsy and the relationships between the character's better. And when the major "death" in this film happens, I just didn't have the "umphf" that the last film's did. (Even though, to his credit, the actor playing him captured the feeling from the book rather well.)
So yeah. Just glad I didn't pay for it. Buhwah ha ha ha haaaa!
Harley Pit-stain and the Breathy Swallows
I don't know how in depth to make this. I know that I don't want to (gasp!) bore you with a historical recitive on my feelings toward the series. (For that nonny nonny nonsense you can go to my blog archives, or Blogchives. July 2005. You have to scroll down a minnit, but it's there.)
Yeah. 2 years. Man. I remember sitting and demolishing the last one. Getting all Shocky McShockersoned. Re-reading it at a slower pace. And getting into my whole "It's gonna be another two years before the last one comes out...so you might as well chill out.
My. What a difference two years makes.
So. So, so, so. I loved it. I did the same thing I did the last time I read. I demolished it. I was here at work over lunch and food fell out of my mouth by around page 59. And when it was done, I had that same bittersweet feeling I had with the rest of them. Only tinged with a sense of finality. Finally finally. A way to describe the reading the first six, would be to say that after they were done I had the same feeling I get during "Good Bye's". (Sad pants) And by the time I closed the book and straightened the dust jacket it was like "Well...there it is."
Like how I feel about funerals. Sad, but that's the end of that cycle. And now it's time to look at life again.
So I won't spoil anything, unlike that asshat at B and N who did that to Melinite. No, the death's all surprised me. It was brutal. It was sad. It had some of the same Deus Ex Machina conventions that I always had a bit of a problem with. (Oooooo, everything going to hell? We got a SPELL to cover that!!!) And I even liked the epilogue because honestly? It ended how it ended. (And it was much more satisfying than, say, the last episode of "Seinfeld")
Yup. Once the old 6'er is over I'm going to re-read them all. Cover to cover. Maybe over the holidays when I'm in my cave. I'm glad I was connected and invested in this series. And really glad that the millions of people across the world feel the same. I love books.
See you around, Harry.
Yeah. 2 years. Man. I remember sitting and demolishing the last one. Getting all Shocky McShockersoned. Re-reading it at a slower pace. And getting into my whole "It's gonna be another two years before the last one comes out...so you might as well chill out.
My. What a difference two years makes.
So. So, so, so. I loved it. I did the same thing I did the last time I read. I demolished it. I was here at work over lunch and food fell out of my mouth by around page 59. And when it was done, I had that same bittersweet feeling I had with the rest of them. Only tinged with a sense of finality. Finally finally. A way to describe the reading the first six, would be to say that after they were done I had the same feeling I get during "Good Bye's". (Sad pants) And by the time I closed the book and straightened the dust jacket it was like "Well...there it is."
Like how I feel about funerals. Sad, but that's the end of that cycle. And now it's time to look at life again.
So I won't spoil anything, unlike that asshat at B and N who did that to Melinite. No, the death's all surprised me. It was brutal. It was sad. It had some of the same Deus Ex Machina conventions that I always had a bit of a problem with. (Oooooo, everything going to hell? We got a SPELL to cover that!!!) And I even liked the epilogue because honestly? It ended how it ended. (And it was much more satisfying than, say, the last episode of "Seinfeld")
Yup. Once the old 6'er is over I'm going to re-read them all. Cover to cover. Maybe over the holidays when I'm in my cave. I'm glad I was connected and invested in this series. And really glad that the millions of people across the world feel the same. I love books.
See you around, Harry.
Shoot me!
So I mentioned that I was given a gig by FeeW a week or so ago. It was, to be sure, sorely needed income in lieu of aforementioned recent expenses (read: F#ckin' Water heater) It was pretty DL in terms of structure. Show up. (At the studio, which was a scant 1.5 miles from my house) Wear a suit shirt and lab coat. (I was a mad scientest) And read the material from cue cards about...stuff. (Its an interactive game that will be shown at the State Fair this year) Well, Ad-dude says to me "Try 'zany'...like Jim Carrey"
Oooooookay.
So I'm all over the place. Riffin' after I'm done reading the cards. Shouting. Stomping. Sweating like it's my job. Trying not to curse (It is a children's game, you know) And trying to entice whoever may be walking by the booth to come play...me. ("YOU! YOU, sir...with the fanny pack, Hawaiian shirt and black socks...WAIT! COME BACK!!!")
You get the point.
So I might tell my folks where to find it, but to be sure I don't think I wanna tell the TC theatre community at large where to find yours truly of the peanut sized head and the afro sized gelled hair acting the fool.
I'm a doof.
Oooooookay.
So I'm all over the place. Riffin' after I'm done reading the cards. Shouting. Stomping. Sweating like it's my job. Trying not to curse (It is a children's game, you know) And trying to entice whoever may be walking by the booth to come play...me. ("YOU! YOU, sir...with the fanny pack, Hawaiian shirt and black socks...WAIT! COME BACK!!!")
You get the point.
So I might tell my folks where to find it, but to be sure I don't think I wanna tell the TC theatre community at large where to find yours truly of the peanut sized head and the afro sized gelled hair acting the fool.
I'm a doof.
Burned!
Go here:
http://www.welchmillcanoeandtube.com/
It was nice, yes? So the last time I went-ah-toobin' was during my summer with SHiP, and I was all like playin' the concierge of the company. Organizing Happy Hour's at Cuzzy's and Grumpy's. Being a naughty and flirty petunia. And during the run, I got it in my head the day we were performing in Kenwood that we should go toobin'! So my soon-to-be girlfriend, myself, and about 4-5 folks in the cast (Including Ry-gonn if memory serves) truck on down to the A.R. in Somerset. We tubed. We burned. We drank Strongbow cider by the can. (And here, reader's, is where Baby P learned that cider doesn't sit well in his tummy) And the only display of public noodity to be seen on the trip was a bunch of mulleted, crimson-necked doods who screamed "Show yer t#t's" to our crew (To which the women screamed back "F#CK YOU. SHOW YOURS!!!" And here is where I mentally shouted "Nooooooooooooo"!) And they did. And I died a little inside.
How, on the drive home, I had to pull on my leg hairs just to stay awake. And how the show that evening was...how do you say? "Low Energy". From 6 of us. Including moi. I remember it was fun, but that I smelled like dead fish and that this was probably the end of an era.
So fast forward to Sunday, day. After a brief organization, we got a group of about 11 of us to go cruisin' down the "clean" river. (And it was, to be sure. You could even see fish-a-jumpin') Armed with aqua-socks, sunblock, and a full cooler (Plus a plastic bottle full of Morgan's courtesy of D and A) We trekked off. And it was great fun had by all. Much laughing. Much dunking. Much drinking and sun-worshipping. And much showing of how much of a bad packer I can sometimes be.
I made several discoveries on the trip back and the subsequent following day (Thanks again for driving, beautiful)
I was burnt. Badly. In spite of slathering on the lube, I neglected to use SPF 30 and boy did it show. (Getting out of the shower, it was all I could do to not laugh at how ridiculous I looked)
I was sore as f#ck. The river was a little low, and so occasional I'd take a rock to the old tuckass. (Ouch) or if I was face down, I scraped the holy f#ck out of my leg. Also, I was on detail to drag our convoy away from the banks. My biceps and back were killin'. That was something I hadn't anticipated.
I lost my shades, and I almost ruined my cowboy hat. Frass!
And when I got back home, I must have gravely underestimated the amount of alcohol I put in my jug. My gut felt rotten. Trying to put down the Thai food later was a struggle, at best.
INsomnia- Didn't sleep a wink. Tossing...turning...fabric was my enemy. Not a lick of sleep. And I could barely make it through Monday.
So yeah. Oof. My big kid body was totally unprepared for the assault laid on it. (DurrrrAMA!) I think a blast was had by all. I know I did.
I think I'm gonna stick to water parks next year. ; P
http://www.welchmillcanoeandtube.com/
It was nice, yes? So the last time I went-ah-toobin' was during my summer with SHiP, and I was all like playin' the concierge of the company. Organizing Happy Hour's at Cuzzy's and Grumpy's. Being a naughty and flirty petunia. And during the run, I got it in my head the day we were performing in Kenwood that we should go toobin'! So my soon-to-be girlfriend, myself, and about 4-5 folks in the cast (Including Ry-gonn if memory serves) truck on down to the A.R. in Somerset. We tubed. We burned. We drank Strongbow cider by the can. (And here, reader's, is where Baby P learned that cider doesn't sit well in his tummy) And the only display of public noodity to be seen on the trip was a bunch of mulleted, crimson-necked doods who screamed "Show yer t#t's" to our crew (To which the women screamed back "F#CK YOU. SHOW YOURS!!!" And here is where I mentally shouted "Nooooooooooooo"!) And they did. And I died a little inside.
How, on the drive home, I had to pull on my leg hairs just to stay awake. And how the show that evening was...how do you say? "Low Energy". From 6 of us. Including moi. I remember it was fun, but that I smelled like dead fish and that this was probably the end of an era.
So fast forward to Sunday, day. After a brief organization, we got a group of about 11 of us to go cruisin' down the "clean" river. (And it was, to be sure. You could even see fish-a-jumpin') Armed with aqua-socks, sunblock, and a full cooler (Plus a plastic bottle full of Morgan's courtesy of D and A) We trekked off. And it was great fun had by all. Much laughing. Much dunking. Much drinking and sun-worshipping. And much showing of how much of a bad packer I can sometimes be.
I made several discoveries on the trip back and the subsequent following day (Thanks again for driving, beautiful)
I was burnt. Badly. In spite of slathering on the lube, I neglected to use SPF 30 and boy did it show. (Getting out of the shower, it was all I could do to not laugh at how ridiculous I looked)
I was sore as f#ck. The river was a little low, and so occasional I'd take a rock to the old tuckass. (Ouch) or if I was face down, I scraped the holy f#ck out of my leg. Also, I was on detail to drag our convoy away from the banks. My biceps and back were killin'. That was something I hadn't anticipated.
I lost my shades, and I almost ruined my cowboy hat. Frass!
And when I got back home, I must have gravely underestimated the amount of alcohol I put in my jug. My gut felt rotten. Trying to put down the Thai food later was a struggle, at best.
INsomnia- Didn't sleep a wink. Tossing...turning...fabric was my enemy. Not a lick of sleep. And I could barely make it through Monday.
So yeah. Oof. My big kid body was totally unprepared for the assault laid on it. (DurrrrAMA!) I think a blast was had by all. I know I did.
I think I'm gonna stick to water parks next year. ; P
Ketchup.
Okay.
So I haven't posted a s#it ton.
Sue me.
Not too much has been shaking since returning from vacay. The mega-hot weather has been mega-hot. I got tasked with getting my hot water heater fixed, which had gotten me down in the dumps. (Again, Baby P the broken record. $$$ always seems to make buddy boy into a Debbie Downer. I ask only for a little understanding, Yentl reader's. I've already spent $3,000 this year in various expenses. That's gotten me knicker's in a right pinch, wot-wot.)
But it's fixed. And the H2O is back to hot. Back in business.
I could jive about exercise. When you're po', you tend to engage in activities that are low in cash necessity. So over the last two weeks or so, it's been a lot of jog jog jog, lift lift lift, ' Fu. (Notice the "'Fu" is not in the rotation as frequently. Again, being busy and mopey since returning from the Southwest has also affected my attendence. That, and the school I attend is undergoing an ownership change. And Caturday, when I usually attend, has been taken up with Projects...) I proved my shoddy meddle during an unofficial CB gathering up the street from me @ Audubon Park. We played kickball. And lord oh lord did it help me realize how out of shape I am. (I booted a home run and I sprinted 'round the bases. By the time I got home, I was "hands on my knee's sucking wind" panting. Hey! I didn't want any ghost-runner's lingering!!!)
Speaking of projects, I could namby about painting my garage with Dad and Dorajar. Booooooring. About mowing and planting perrennial's. Or parties? About the lil' joint B'day for Brandino and Grimesey @ Erte'. The sad going away party @Benheidwick's for JeeF and MeeF. (Where Dorajar and I proteined ourselves out on Turkey meat) Or meeting Chowser and his WeeF for cheap eats and frassin'.
Of coooooourse, I could also talk about this lil' old sumpthin' sumpthin' that happened a little over a week ago in the form of a lil' old hardcover novel serial about a lil' old scarfaced teenager needing to fight the good fight. (Truthfully, I got mega-Pottered out by all the hype. As much as I love love love the franchise, and have the book and read it in 3 days? I was so overwhelmed with people going on about it that it kind of rubbed me wrong. Just...can we calm down and enjoy? Ooof. Go to "Thornehouse.blogspot.com" to read a take on what happens when you work @ the B to Nizoble during Pottermania. Not pretty. Not neighborly.)
Great book, btw. Just what I wanted. And after completing my 6, I'm re-reading the entire frackin' series from stem to stern. N'yah.
I coooooould also frass about tooooooobin'. Thass right, I haven't toobed in 8 years? (The Pissle River in 'Sconnie lost it's appeal by my late twenties) However, the Cannon River was clean and pristene. And after being bribed with having my way paid (Thanks darling) And D-Baby and 'Lis plying me with booze (Thanks guys) we went for a leisurely 3.5 hour float.
And f#ck, was it fun. And f#ck, did I turn into a river casualty. More later.
Or food? How about food? How I've been working to perfect some of the meager dishes that we enjoyed in the Southwest. (The brefkist burrito mit pepper's, 'matoes, egg's, black beans, avocado, soy cheese, and covered in chile' sauce? It's working!)
Or my video taping? (Thank you Redwright, for the hook up) More later. To the good people that work at that ad agency? Never give me carte blanche on camera. I waste film.
Or the sneaky business Dorajar and I engaged in last night? Sneeeeeeeeaky business. More later.
Yeah. When I get in a mopey mood, I tend to cave myself in. It's maudlyn, to be sure. But it's me. And I had to hang with it for a while. Coo'?
Cool.
So I haven't posted a s#it ton.
Sue me.
Not too much has been shaking since returning from vacay. The mega-hot weather has been mega-hot. I got tasked with getting my hot water heater fixed, which had gotten me down in the dumps. (Again, Baby P the broken record. $$$ always seems to make buddy boy into a Debbie Downer. I ask only for a little understanding, Yentl reader's. I've already spent $3,000 this year in various expenses. That's gotten me knicker's in a right pinch, wot-wot.)
But it's fixed. And the H2O is back to hot. Back in business.
I could jive about exercise. When you're po', you tend to engage in activities that are low in cash necessity. So over the last two weeks or so, it's been a lot of jog jog jog, lift lift lift, ' Fu. (Notice the "'Fu" is not in the rotation as frequently. Again, being busy and mopey since returning from the Southwest has also affected my attendence. That, and the school I attend is undergoing an ownership change. And Caturday, when I usually attend, has been taken up with Projects...) I proved my shoddy meddle during an unofficial CB gathering up the street from me @ Audubon Park. We played kickball. And lord oh lord did it help me realize how out of shape I am. (I booted a home run and I sprinted 'round the bases. By the time I got home, I was "hands on my knee's sucking wind" panting. Hey! I didn't want any ghost-runner's lingering!!!)
Speaking of projects, I could namby about painting my garage with Dad and Dorajar. Booooooring. About mowing and planting perrennial's. Or parties? About the lil' joint B'day for Brandino and Grimesey @ Erte'. The sad going away party @Benheidwick's for JeeF and MeeF. (Where Dorajar and I proteined ourselves out on Turkey meat) Or meeting Chowser and his WeeF for cheap eats and frassin'.
Of coooooourse, I could also talk about this lil' old sumpthin' sumpthin' that happened a little over a week ago in the form of a lil' old hardcover novel serial about a lil' old scarfaced teenager needing to fight the good fight. (Truthfully, I got mega-Pottered out by all the hype. As much as I love love love the franchise, and have the book and read it in 3 days? I was so overwhelmed with people going on about it that it kind of rubbed me wrong. Just...can we calm down and enjoy? Ooof. Go to "Thornehouse.blogspot.com" to read a take on what happens when you work @ the B to Nizoble during Pottermania. Not pretty. Not neighborly.)
Great book, btw. Just what I wanted. And after completing my 6, I'm re-reading the entire frackin' series from stem to stern. N'yah.
I coooooould also frass about tooooooobin'. Thass right, I haven't toobed in 8 years? (The Pissle River in 'Sconnie lost it's appeal by my late twenties) However, the Cannon River was clean and pristene. And after being bribed with having my way paid (Thanks darling) And D-Baby and 'Lis plying me with booze (Thanks guys) we went for a leisurely 3.5 hour float.
And f#ck, was it fun. And f#ck, did I turn into a river casualty. More later.
Or food? How about food? How I've been working to perfect some of the meager dishes that we enjoyed in the Southwest. (The brefkist burrito mit pepper's, 'matoes, egg's, black beans, avocado, soy cheese, and covered in chile' sauce? It's working!)
Or my video taping? (Thank you Redwright, for the hook up) More later. To the good people that work at that ad agency? Never give me carte blanche on camera. I waste film.
Or the sneaky business Dorajar and I engaged in last night? Sneeeeeeeeaky business. More later.
Yeah. When I get in a mopey mood, I tend to cave myself in. It's maudlyn, to be sure. But it's me. And I had to hang with it for a while. Coo'?
Cool.
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