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January 29, 2003
Shout-Out to the Chicago Webloggers
wow, what a whirlwind of actual stuff happening this week! from the chicago weblogger meetup on Monday to my design class on tuesday to lunch with J3s today and drum tonight, I might not be able to complain about not having a life anymore! one more activity and I'm officially a real person with a real life! Oh wait, I have a fabulous life, today!
shout-out to Chicagobloggers: Jes, Alicia, Shylo, Phineas, Paul, Joe, Alex, Chris, Eulalia and Troy, Cinammon, Andrew, Leigh, Naz and Matt.
What a hilarious meet-up!
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January 24, 2003
Retail Therapy
hiked over to the CB2 for a bit of retail therapy last night - coveted a few things, touched everything, then nipped over to the trader joe's for a sample of that three-dollar bottle of Charlie Shaw's Merlot the kids are all talking about.
Chatted with the manager for a bit, about how the popularity of this particular tipple has brought all the trixies and vadgages out to buy a few cases, how it's a pain in the ass for his poor stock boys, but a boon for his fine snackable sales. Nice fella. Love the shirt.
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Oh, I love the fates today.
reasons why the fates are very much on my side today:
1) the mail fairy brought me three lovely gifts for just under $20! Summerland, Abarat, and <gasp!> a signed copy of The Value of X!
2) signed up for that design certificate I've been bitching about all these months - coursework starts tuesday!
3) my bathwater was supah-hot, the eucalyptus bubbles were extra-high, and I managed to not drop my book or my bon bons into the water. if only life were always this good.
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January 23, 2003
Undulating Undies
thanks to me3dia (for the recommendation) and netflix (for the delivery), we ended up watching the anti-Mr. B. Natural....The 5,000 Fingers of Dr. T.
Seriously, Dr. Seuss must have REALLY hated piano lessons when he was a kid.
Beautiful bonus: the acting, dancing, singing, and art direction are either totally 50s, totally Seuss, or both! The 'Dress Me' song *has* to be the secondary inspiration for Mr. Burn's "See My Vest" song - after that horrid disney song, of course . . . you simply must read the lyrics, as sung by the gentleman who plays Dr. T himself, while dressing for his first day of piano torture . . . er . . . school:
Come on and dress me! Dress me! Dress me in my finest array,
'Cause just in case you haven't heard today is doe-me-doe day;
Dress me in my silver garters, dress me in my diamond studs,
'Cause I'm going doe-me-doe-ing in my doe-me-doe duds!
I want my undulating undies with the marabou frills;
I want my beautiful bolero with the porcupine quills;
I want my purple nylon girdle with the orange blossom buds;
'Cause I'm going doe-me-doe-ing in my doe-me-doe duds!
Come on and dress me! Dress me! Dress me in my peekaboo blouse,
With the lovely interlining made of Chesapeake mouse;
I want my polka-dotted dickie with the crinoline fringe;
For I'm going doe-me-doe-ing on a doe-me-doe binge!
I want my my lavender spats, and in addition to them,
I want my honey colored gusset with the herringbone hem;
I want my softest little jacket made of watermelon suede,
And my long persimmon placket with the platinum braid;
I want my leg-of-mutton sleeves, and in addition to those,
I want my cutie chamois booties with the leopard-skin bows;
I want by pink-brocaded bodice with the fluffy fuzzy ruffs,
And my gorgeous bright blue bloomers with the monkey feather cuffs;
I want my organdy snood, and in addition to that,
I want my chiffon Mother Hubbard lined with Hudson Bay rat!
Dress me up from top to bottom, dress me up from tip to toe;
Dress me up in silk and spinach for today is doe-me-doe;
Doe-me-doe day! Doe-me-doe day!
So come and dress me in the blossoms of a million pink trees;
Come on and dress me up in liverwurst! and camembert cheese!
Come on and dress me up in pretzels; Dress me up in Bock beer suds,
'Cause I'm going doe-me-doe-ing
In my doe-o-me-doe duds
(From The 5000 Fingers of Dr. T, by the beloved Dr. Seuss, 1953.)
you read right, there are undulating undies in the 50s. <shudder>
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January 18, 2003
Linking right up my alley
linky linky linky: textism is linking right up my alley, today!
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January 17, 2003
Barely formed coherent thoughts
People are so strange. sheesh. Remind me of that, when I get all bunged up about unimportant things, will you?
Unrelated to the unimportance of it all: Had a fabulous conversation with Jack last night - have you ever had a miscommunication so horridly wrong that you were relieved to the point of tears to resolve it? Seriously, I was so relieved to talk to him after having missed our phone appointments for two weeks - so happy we were both wrong in our assumptions, or whathaveyou...I could barely form coherent thoughts for the sheer joy of talking to him. but then again, when you're talking about love and relationships and dating and breakups and whatnot, it's probably best to be incoherent and happy?
Although now that I think about it, we both seemed to <coherently> agree, in principle, that it sucks to be the first to say 'I love you', sucks to be the one to break up with the other when you realize that they're not 'the one', sucks to be somewhat happy in a relationship but not quite able to relax and stop looking around for the next best thing....although he manages to cope in a serially monogamous way, and I in a polyamorous one.
and yet, we're both ethically correct and swingin' bachelors. at least we're doing something right, for now.
and while we're doing something right, I hope we manage to keep what's left of our hearts in a somewhat tidy heap. although I suspect he's happier and healthier than he knows how to say. hell, I may be, as well. happier and healthier, I mean...gah. you know. there's that incoherence, again.
and wow, re-reading that I'd bet y'all may think he and I were dating. we weren't. but, now that you mention it...<wheels turning...sly winking...>
ooh - anyone see the griffin and sabine interactive CD? this webpage evokes the interface in a most fabulous way...makes me wonder what the next issue of NoEast will look like!
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January 15, 2003
What really happens on Trading Spaces?
Thanks to Phineas for finding this amazing popular culture resource. okay, so it's only all the back episodes of The State, but that's enough to keep me occupied for a few days...
more popular culture for ya <and proof that unemployment+Tivo=shitload of tv watching>: what really happens on Trading Spaces....
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January 14, 2003
Nothing to write about, today.
I miss having things to write about on my blog. seriously. this whole being unemployed thing has totally drained my brain of the ability to write story blurbs - I sit, content, reading other people's sites and think "wow, I wish I had a camera so I didn't have to write stories all the time, but I can still update my blog every day with sumpin' purty."
oh! here are a few things to keep you busy while I figure out something to write...
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January 04, 2003
Poop Stinky The Mercedes
Remember 'poop stinky'? my car? the leaky, smooth-riding 1980 Mercedes that I got as a surprise housewarming gift at the end of that date a few years ago?
yeah, I thought you'd remember.
Tried to get Carmax to buy it from me and the bastids offered me a whopping $91 for it. ninety one dollars. Crazy! I decided I'm going to need a car in a few months, and I'd rather have an ancient luxury sedan than a brand-new tin can, so I'm fixin' her up...
go ahead, call me crazy - but can I really be all that insane? look at her - she's gorgeous!
posted 1.4.2003