so it's new year's eve and i just used my remaining gift card at old navy... a turtleneck of the sage green color and a dark green canvas satchel were the result...good stuff.
we'll be spending new year's eve with amy lein, her sister emily and em's husband, dylan, in about a couple of hours -- after that i think a few parties we'll attend and a few glasses of... whatever is handed to me, i will taste. and i feel that new year's eve is traditionally the holiday in which women all around the world (and some men too) will do their most to look as, well, as hot as they possibly can. so i guess that means extra eyeliner for moi, and maybe a curl or two in the hair.
dustin spent the better part of last night (and a good deal of this a.m.) working on his platypus man site, so i'll be sure to link to that as soon as it's neared completion.
and now i have to dust off my curling iron, you know, to make an effort.
happy new year's, all!
Friday, December 31, 2004
Thursday, December 30, 2004
"Cheetah!"
it's thursday night, no work tomorrow and what are we watching? Why, it's "The Cheetah Girls" on the disney channel, of course!
oh, the abbey loves this movie and i love the abbey, so we're watching this movie.
for those of you not familiar with "The Cheetah Girls," it stars Raven, the new disney darling who was the little girl Olivia on the Cosby show. does that make me enjoy it more? not really, but i'll repeat that the kid loves it.
so, who's got some new year's resolutions to share?
oh, the abbey loves this movie and i love the abbey, so we're watching this movie.
for those of you not familiar with "The Cheetah Girls," it stars Raven, the new disney darling who was the little girl Olivia on the Cosby show. does that make me enjoy it more? not really, but i'll repeat that the kid loves it.
so, who's got some new year's resolutions to share?
Monday, December 27, 2004
back from minot
okay, now that the craziness of the blogthis link is calmer, a quick before bedtime update on christmas:
minot was a good time -- nice folks, good eats and although i'm closing in on 30 years of age, it's always fun to look over the spoils of christmas with the eyes of a greedy 6 year old.
last night we enjoyed the annual theatre folk get-together at the dugout and then we descended like locusts upon the dakota lounge -- it's been a long time since my steps have graced the dak's doorsteps and damn, drinks in minot are so freakin' cheap! the dak was fun b/c not only did the theatre folk i like go there but i also was able to catch up with some of the lovely people i went to high school with -- larry and steve c., anthony, david e., dave s., dylan, my lovely neighbor, terry... in short, a quality group of folk that it's always a pleasure to see. if every weekend was like that in minot, well, it would have been tough to move.
i should probably get some sleeps, as tomorrow it's day one of the three-day work week (hurrah!). i hope everyone had a happy holiday week and i hope everyone has a safe and happy new year!
minot was a good time -- nice folks, good eats and although i'm closing in on 30 years of age, it's always fun to look over the spoils of christmas with the eyes of a greedy 6 year old.
last night we enjoyed the annual theatre folk get-together at the dugout and then we descended like locusts upon the dakota lounge -- it's been a long time since my steps have graced the dak's doorsteps and damn, drinks in minot are so freakin' cheap! the dak was fun b/c not only did the theatre folk i like go there but i also was able to catch up with some of the lovely people i went to high school with -- larry and steve c., anthony, david e., dave s., dylan, my lovely neighbor, terry... in short, a quality group of folk that it's always a pleasure to see. if every weekend was like that in minot, well, it would have been tough to move.
i should probably get some sleeps, as tomorrow it's day one of the three-day work week (hurrah!). i hope everyone had a happy holiday week and i hope everyone has a safe and happy new year!
dude, it worked!
maybe i'm a little behind on the techno game, but this works and it makes me happy. but i can't put in links from here, so we'll see....
Blogger Help : What is BlogThis! ?
okay...i'm giving my new "blogthis" link a try...we'll see how this new fangled contraption works....
Thursday, December 23, 2004
it's office party day!
so i'm officially out of work-related things to do, so now, in these last 15 minutes before our office cmas party/buffet thingy begins, i've got some blogging time.
tonight we leave for minot -- nothing like a drive in the middle of the night to nearly the middle of nowhere in below zero windchills to inspire that christmas feeling. but i'm looking forward to chillin' w/kinfolk and homies. also looking forward to the dugout party w/msu folk -- good times to be had.
my list of things to do after work (and we're done around 3 today..hurrah!):
- go to bank
- return loaner car, pick up actual car that is not as luxurious as loaner car
- go to the mall of america to use giftcards provided by the lovely sister and her lovely boyfriend -- props to meg and chris for feeding my old navy habit!
- go home, pack, sleep
and i'm seriously crunching into my sleep time w/the old navy trip but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. and i guess that includes going to the bad mall.
ooh! 10 minutes to cmas party. snacks! games! prizes!
i like the cmas party thing. i like goofing off and not being tied to a desk, but still earning a paycheck. i REALLY like the loaner car i'm driving today. so yeah, the kia rio is in the shop -- some part recall happened that is supposed to be covered at no expense to me. so of course i'm waiting to hear about that and the 500 other things wrong with my car that, naturally, WON'T be covered by the warranty.
hope for the best...prepare for the worst. sounds like the holidays to me!
tonight we leave for minot -- nothing like a drive in the middle of the night to nearly the middle of nowhere in below zero windchills to inspire that christmas feeling. but i'm looking forward to chillin' w/kinfolk and homies. also looking forward to the dugout party w/msu folk -- good times to be had.
my list of things to do after work (and we're done around 3 today..hurrah!):
- go to bank
- return loaner car, pick up actual car that is not as luxurious as loaner car
- go to the mall of america to use giftcards provided by the lovely sister and her lovely boyfriend -- props to meg and chris for feeding my old navy habit!
- go home, pack, sleep
and i'm seriously crunching into my sleep time w/the old navy trip but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. and i guess that includes going to the bad mall.
ooh! 10 minutes to cmas party. snacks! games! prizes!
i like the cmas party thing. i like goofing off and not being tied to a desk, but still earning a paycheck. i REALLY like the loaner car i'm driving today. so yeah, the kia rio is in the shop -- some part recall happened that is supposed to be covered at no expense to me. so of course i'm waiting to hear about that and the 500 other things wrong with my car that, naturally, WON'T be covered by the warranty.
hope for the best...prepare for the worst. sounds like the holidays to me!
Monday, December 20, 2004
winter came and kicked my a**.
holy crapola. my commute, on a normal monday with moderate traffic, takes about 45 minutes at the most. heavy traffic, and i'm looking at about an hour in the car.
today? today when it RAINED ICE PELLETS that adhered to the ground instantly?
TWO HOURS, THIRTY MINUTES.
i smoked nearly a half a pack of cigarettes in that jaunt.
but in better weather news, my drive home only took 50 minutes. so that felt like no time at all, compared to the morning.
and i'm kind of sick of sarah jessica parker and the gap ads. i miss sarah jessica parker of "square pegs" and "footloose," when she still seemed awkward and not trendy. but maybe that's me being jealous b/c i'm still awkward at age 29 and will never be trendy. maybe.
the mad dash to finish laundry --- or start, even -- before we leave for minot began approximately 30 minutes ago. and it's bravo's "West Wing" monday marathon, so my night is set!
and on this episode, donna had to go to a meeting in ND about the state wanting to remove the "north" in an effort to boost tourism, b/c "north" makes the state sound cold, flat and barren. funny.
and allison janney rules in this show.
today? today when it RAINED ICE PELLETS that adhered to the ground instantly?
TWO HOURS, THIRTY MINUTES.
i smoked nearly a half a pack of cigarettes in that jaunt.
but in better weather news, my drive home only took 50 minutes. so that felt like no time at all, compared to the morning.
and i'm kind of sick of sarah jessica parker and the gap ads. i miss sarah jessica parker of "square pegs" and "footloose," when she still seemed awkward and not trendy. but maybe that's me being jealous b/c i'm still awkward at age 29 and will never be trendy. maybe.
the mad dash to finish laundry --- or start, even -- before we leave for minot began approximately 30 minutes ago. and it's bravo's "West Wing" monday marathon, so my night is set!
and on this episode, donna had to go to a meeting in ND about the state wanting to remove the "north" in an effort to boost tourism, b/c "north" makes the state sound cold, flat and barren. funny.
and allison janney rules in this show.
Sunday, December 19, 2004
tis movie night....
and tonight's choice:
"The Grudge," showing at the delightful Riverview Theater. The Riverview is great because, unlike several other cheap theaters in town, it does not smell like the monkey cages at the zoo (Roseville 4, that's you...) and the leg room is not horribly limiting (Hopkins 6, anyone?) and there are not dozens of parents bringing children to slasher movies (Brookdale Discount, i'm talking to you!). And while variety in showtimes is a good thing, there is definite nostalgia that comes along with the Riverview.
For those of you who hail from Minot, perhaps you recall the Empire Theater in downtown, which is now the parking lot for Trinity Hospital and a funeral home? It's funny, really, that the Empire was torn down by a company that is trying to form an empire in Minot. or as a former minot daily news used to call Minot -- Trinity-ville.
So yeah, there is joy in the single screen theaters.
Onto the movie choice: The Grudge.
Why this movie? well, there was a curiosity about it .... will it suck? will it be scary? and that curiosity never deserves a full-priced ticket, so i can live with the $3 it will cost me. and an hour and a half of my time. i'm okay with that.
t-minus three days until our return to minot. days filled with food. a night or two filled with a little liquor....sounds like the holidays to me.
"The Grudge," showing at the delightful Riverview Theater. The Riverview is great because, unlike several other cheap theaters in town, it does not smell like the monkey cages at the zoo (Roseville 4, that's you...) and the leg room is not horribly limiting (Hopkins 6, anyone?) and there are not dozens of parents bringing children to slasher movies (Brookdale Discount, i'm talking to you!). And while variety in showtimes is a good thing, there is definite nostalgia that comes along with the Riverview.
For those of you who hail from Minot, perhaps you recall the Empire Theater in downtown, which is now the parking lot for Trinity Hospital and a funeral home? It's funny, really, that the Empire was torn down by a company that is trying to form an empire in Minot. or as a former minot daily news used to call Minot -- Trinity-ville.
So yeah, there is joy in the single screen theaters.
Onto the movie choice: The Grudge.
Why this movie? well, there was a curiosity about it .... will it suck? will it be scary? and that curiosity never deserves a full-priced ticket, so i can live with the $3 it will cost me. and an hour and a half of my time. i'm okay with that.
t-minus three days until our return to minot. days filled with food. a night or two filled with a little liquor....sounds like the holidays to me.
holycrapola
holycrapola
Originally uploaded by kllnin.
gosh, thanks, time magazine. thanks a lot. of course, dustin mentioned that hitler was also person of the year once upon a time.
Friday, December 17, 2004
sad kitties from jegg
Not reported in our media...big shock!
I like reading the Guardian. But THIS depresses me b/c i've not heard ONE BIT about itin the U.S.
Thursday, December 16, 2004
office blogging
it's amazing how busy i can look while really doing nothing work related whatsoever. and it's not my fault i'm bored... i finished up a magazine yesterday and i'm waitin for proofs and corrections to return, so i've been just SITTING HERE ALL DAY and while it's fun to check email, internet window shop, etc., i ultimatey think my time is better spent beating traffic home. and i'm very tired, so my eyes are beginning to involuntarily cross and blinking for an extended period of time...like, say, five minutes. a five minute long blink. good feelings from that.
f**k it. time to bail out. i'm simply wasting company time at this point.
f**k it. time to bail out. i'm simply wasting company time at this point.
a random question
if you were in a band, say, The Misfits, and you were being interviewed for a show, would you wear the shirt of your own band? would you be that guy?
5:25 a.m. and what's on bravo?
why, it's the ending of "Less Than Zero." hey! now it's a show about the Ramones -- neat!
i currently am experiencing a bit of the arthritis in the knee, and that's no good, but i finally have time to blog after yesterday being busy as all get-out. i was the only designer in the office (sickly co-workers) so i was doing about a zillion things and it was cool in a way, b/c the day went really, really fast.
enjoying the thought of not working another full week of work until after 2005 begins -- cmas eve will be off, new year's eve will be off and i'm all about the four-day weeks.
oy, 5:46 in the a.m. half-hour until i wake the abbey for school...that'll be a fun little battle, as she stayed up way too late last night. around 10 p.m. i heard some giggling coming from upstairs and sure enough, the abbey was wide-freakin' awake.
what a horribly boring blog. why do i bother? maybe later i'll be more interesting. and i'll be on my way to minot a week from today. eek!
i currently am experiencing a bit of the arthritis in the knee, and that's no good, but i finally have time to blog after yesterday being busy as all get-out. i was the only designer in the office (sickly co-workers) so i was doing about a zillion things and it was cool in a way, b/c the day went really, really fast.
enjoying the thought of not working another full week of work until after 2005 begins -- cmas eve will be off, new year's eve will be off and i'm all about the four-day weeks.
oy, 5:46 in the a.m. half-hour until i wake the abbey for school...that'll be a fun little battle, as she stayed up way too late last night. around 10 p.m. i heard some giggling coming from upstairs and sure enough, the abbey was wide-freakin' awake.
what a horribly boring blog. why do i bother? maybe later i'll be more interesting. and i'll be on my way to minot a week from today. eek!
Sunday, December 12, 2004
christmas shopping, etc.
we finished pretty much the bulk of the christmas shopping last night at big boy tough guy bad ass mall. hurrah for being done. and hurrah for surround sound! we replaced our shotty dvd receiver, speakers, etc. that had ceased to work for quite some time with a new one and i'm now listening to the NIN downward spiral remastered for dolby surround dvd/cd and HOLY CRAP. that's the stuff. and i found pants (a size smaller than the last time i found pants, i might add) yesterday and they are a delight. and they were cheap and probably made by underpaid people in a third-world country. but i'm still wearing them.
our cat, little brother, is sneezing. i wonder if he is allergic to me, as i am to him.
so we'll be in minot late on the 23rd of december....craaaazy. it's always an adventure to go back there. my dad is moving to bismarck next summer, so that will officially end my kin connection to the magic city. ah, but i'll always have the memories. (that's both good and bad.)
our cat, little brother, is sneezing. i wonder if he is allergic to me, as i am to him.
so we'll be in minot late on the 23rd of december....craaaazy. it's always an adventure to go back there. my dad is moving to bismarck next summer, so that will officially end my kin connection to the magic city. ah, but i'll always have the memories. (that's both good and bad.)
who are you, anonymous???
okay, so i received a comment on my last entry and by god...who are you, anonymous? i used to methodically pound many packs of marlboro lights on my dash (now i methodically pound camel turkish royals) and i took several road trips to minneapolis, but i recall going to an indian restaurant once during a visit, and that's when i was visiting with a mr. matt conover.... was that you commenting, matt conover? please, someone, end my agony of not knowing!!!!!
i thank you, and your country thanks you.
i thank you, and your country thanks you.
Saturday, December 11, 2004
my poor kid!
so the abbey has the stomach sick today. but the good news is that our carpet was already removed before it happened. my morning has been about cleaning up vomit. the poor kid is just listless on the couch now, watching cartoons and wishing she weren't ill. and i'll be venturing to target very soon -- some christmas cards, some household things and a little something to distract abbey from her turmoil.
tis the season...
and i thought i was a real trooper for putting a mere two bucks into the salvation army kettle.... WOW!
ahhh....friday....
a friday night spent at sarah's house (pita pizza!), a little bit of Monopoly and now The Goonies. ROCK ON!!! damn, i love the weekend.
abbey is 8, watching The Goonies for the first time, as i did when i was 8. we've come full circle.
tomorrow will continue the christmas shopping, first at the mall of hysteria (props to terry for allowing me to steal that slogan) and then at ye olde Target shoppe.
here's a decent site to check out: www.bluebuy.org. you can find which companies contributed to republicans and which contributed to democrats and then purchase from whomever you feel deserves your money.
HERE's kind of a list for you to look over, but i encourage you to visit the site itself for more info. just another reason not to shop at walmart. and in case you needed a good laugh at walmart's expense, give THIS a read...
and for now, it's time to finish up The Goonies and then maybe take in a little bit of a gift from dust's brother, shane -- Season 1 of Kids in the Hall...
life just got a little bit brighter.
abbey is 8, watching The Goonies for the first time, as i did when i was 8. we've come full circle.
tomorrow will continue the christmas shopping, first at the mall of hysteria (props to terry for allowing me to steal that slogan) and then at ye olde Target shoppe.
here's a decent site to check out: www.bluebuy.org. you can find which companies contributed to republicans and which contributed to democrats and then purchase from whomever you feel deserves your money.
HERE's kind of a list for you to look over, but i encourage you to visit the site itself for more info. just another reason not to shop at walmart. and in case you needed a good laugh at walmart's expense, give THIS a read...
and for now, it's time to finish up The Goonies and then maybe take in a little bit of a gift from dust's brother, shane -- Season 1 of Kids in the Hall...
life just got a little bit brighter.
Friday, December 10, 2004
coworker or raving lunatic?
coworker or raving lunatic?
Originally uploaded by kllnin.
a fellow at work will put on his antlers this time of year.
the antlers play music.
the antlers have lights.
it's quite a treat.
Thursday, December 09, 2004
floating loons
the new MN driver license features a watermark of a floating loon. these are the things you learn a 5:08 a.m. when you can't fall back to sleep.
am feeling a great deal better -- today abbey and i will be out buying christmas wrap, bows, etc., after work, which she's pretty excited for.
and the heat vent in her room seems to not work very well, so if anyone knows what kind of a space heater is the safest, let me know.
apparently it's going to be "gloomy" today in the twin cities. thank you local nbc news weatherman. i didn't know "gloomy" was a technical meterological term.
at 5:16 you will find a variety of televangical shows on tv. and, for the record, i have YET to receive my FREE MIRACLE SPRING WATER! what the f**k?
christie brinkley's face looks very...taut. that makes me sad -- the bridge of her nose has all but disappeared.
who's really f**king (why am i censoring myself?) fucking tired of scott peterson's trial? i'll say it again: we could learn a thing or two from the urkraine.
am feeling a great deal better -- today abbey and i will be out buying christmas wrap, bows, etc., after work, which she's pretty excited for.
and the heat vent in her room seems to not work very well, so if anyone knows what kind of a space heater is the safest, let me know.
apparently it's going to be "gloomy" today in the twin cities. thank you local nbc news weatherman. i didn't know "gloomy" was a technical meterological term.
at 5:16 you will find a variety of televangical shows on tv. and, for the record, i have YET to receive my FREE MIRACLE SPRING WATER! what the f**k?
christie brinkley's face looks very...taut. that makes me sad -- the bridge of her nose has all but disappeared.
who's really f**king (why am i censoring myself?) fucking tired of scott peterson's trial? i'll say it again: we could learn a thing or two from the urkraine.
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
how does this begin?
i'm not sure. but now my mind is reeling out of control with completely irrational ideas and thoughts too horrible to even comprehend and i don't know how to reign it in. i'm doing what i'm supposed to -- i'm taking my meds and i'm eating my greens and i'm drinking more than my eight glasses of water per day. maybe i'm drinking too much water. maybe that is my problem. and now everyone in the freakin' world knows what a horrible mess my brain has become. and i need to snap out of it b/c i begin abbey-ness tomorrow at 5 p.m. and that is good, b/c i always, ALWAYS keep this out of abbey's sight. she is never exposed to any of this. i'm really good at that, so hey! i rule in that respect! hurrah...
i spent the better part of the day on the couch. and when i say "better part of the day," i really mean "all of the day, except when using the latrine and smoking a half-cigarette."
i can't decide if the commercial for "grand theft auto: san andreas" is meant to unnerve me as much as it does. hey, who doesn't like a little chaos, and little crazy with the 80s edition of that game (miami vice era rules), but i just saw a man carrying on his shoulder what i can only assume is some sort of anti-aircraft/grenade launching type device. holy fuck, that is disturbing to me. maybe i'm a little delicate right now.
i spent the better part of the day on the couch. and when i say "better part of the day," i really mean "all of the day, except when using the latrine and smoking a half-cigarette."
i can't decide if the commercial for "grand theft auto: san andreas" is meant to unnerve me as much as it does. hey, who doesn't like a little chaos, and little crazy with the 80s edition of that game (miami vice era rules), but i just saw a man carrying on his shoulder what i can only assume is some sort of anti-aircraft/grenade launching type device. holy fuck, that is disturbing to me. maybe i'm a little delicate right now.
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
i'm a what???
"You are a WECF--Wacky Emotional Constructive Follower. This makes you a Candle burning at both ends."
check out this QUIZ.
apparently of the 64306 people who have taken this quiz since tracking began (8/17/2004), 7.5 % are my type.
and here's more explanation of that type:
"You work until you drop, and you play until you can stand to work again. You have so much enthusiasm that you can find it hard to control on your own, and you appreciate the guidance that channels your energy and lets you be your best.
In a relationship, you require lots of attention and support. You often over-contribute and end up feeling depleted and cheated. You may benefit from more time alone than you grant yourself.
Your driving force is the emotional support of others--especially affection. You can run on empty for miles if you have positive energy behind you. Without it--as it occasionally must run dry--you are depressive, listless, and difficult to motivate.
You need a lot of affection. Get it any way you can, but never at the cost of your self-respect or well-being."
these are the things you really want to know when you are sick at home.
check out this QUIZ.
apparently of the 64306 people who have taken this quiz since tracking began (8/17/2004), 7.5 % are my type.
and here's more explanation of that type:
"You work until you drop, and you play until you can stand to work again. You have so much enthusiasm that you can find it hard to control on your own, and you appreciate the guidance that channels your energy and lets you be your best.
In a relationship, you require lots of attention and support. You often over-contribute and end up feeling depleted and cheated. You may benefit from more time alone than you grant yourself.
Your driving force is the emotional support of others--especially affection. You can run on empty for miles if you have positive energy behind you. Without it--as it occasionally must run dry--you are depressive, listless, and difficult to motivate.
You need a lot of affection. Get it any way you can, but never at the cost of your self-respect or well-being."
these are the things you really want to know when you are sick at home.
Monday, December 06, 2004
f**king crazies
waiting for the other shoe to drop. dustin asked when did the first shoe drop. good question, really, and now i'm thinking that maybe i'm waiting for both shoes to drop, which means i'm metaphorically levitating and when those shoes drop, it's gonna hurt like hell.
unless the shoes aren't on my feet, in which case maybe i'm metaphorically sitting on my couch (as i am literally doing so right now) and the shoes are floating in midair and i'm waiting for them to drop. it's unnerving whether the shoes are on my feet or floating in the middle of my living room.
what the fuck am i saying?
i'm saying that i don't feel well. i'm saying that i'm tired of feeling this way. i'm saying that i'm tired of wondering when this will stop. i'm saying that i'm...
i'm a fan of the west wing. and tomorrow i'm be a fan of scrubs in addition to the west wing. at least i think i'll be a fan of scrubs.
and when i say scrubs what i mean is the tv show, "scrubs." do not be fooled by my lack of capitalization and quotation marks; i certainly do not mean to say that i'm a fan of medical garb. although i did have a prof in college who would wear scrubs (here's a shout-out to keven neuharth) and i don't doubt for a second that he would only wear comfortable things.
was considering going out tonight but with the crazies going on, maybe it's best to stay in.
doesn't clay aiken make you kind of want to punch him? maybe i just haven't given him a fair chance. i don't think i'll be giving him a fair chance. i don't feel all that fair today. nor will i feel that fair tomorrow.
unless the shoes aren't on my feet, in which case maybe i'm metaphorically sitting on my couch (as i am literally doing so right now) and the shoes are floating in midair and i'm waiting for them to drop. it's unnerving whether the shoes are on my feet or floating in the middle of my living room.
what the fuck am i saying?
i'm saying that i don't feel well. i'm saying that i'm tired of feeling this way. i'm saying that i'm tired of wondering when this will stop. i'm saying that i'm...
i'm a fan of the west wing. and tomorrow i'm be a fan of scrubs in addition to the west wing. at least i think i'll be a fan of scrubs.
and when i say scrubs what i mean is the tv show, "scrubs." do not be fooled by my lack of capitalization and quotation marks; i certainly do not mean to say that i'm a fan of medical garb. although i did have a prof in college who would wear scrubs (here's a shout-out to keven neuharth) and i don't doubt for a second that he would only wear comfortable things.
was considering going out tonight but with the crazies going on, maybe it's best to stay in.
doesn't clay aiken make you kind of want to punch him? maybe i just haven't given him a fair chance. i don't think i'll be giving him a fair chance. i don't feel all that fair today. nor will i feel that fair tomorrow.
Sunday, December 05, 2004
scene for class
so i was in a screenwriting class once and for it, we had to write a scene where two people meet. so this is that scene. forgive the improper formatting...Final Draft formatting doesn't copy and paste well.
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INT. RESTARAUNT-DAY
JAMES, a late twenty-something, stands in line at a salad bar buffet behind KELLY, who is in her early thirties. Kelly holds up the line by doing nothing.
JAMES
Ahem...
Kelly looks up to overhead speaker.
JAMES (CONT’D)
Ahem...hey, do you think you could...
Nudges Kelly to move forward.
KELLY
What? Oh, yeah, sorry, it’s just this music.
Haphazardly piles food onto plate, while James takes a minimal amount of food.
JAMES
This music? It’s a salad bar, a buffet, for that matter. What can one expect?
KELLY
It’s Billy Ocean.
JAMES
It’s Billy Ocean...and...
KELLY
Well, Billy Ocean simply isn’t salad bar music.
She walks away to get napkins, etc. James stands motionless, intrigued by her statement. Follows her.
JAMES
What qualifies as salad bar music?
Kelly sits, surprised that he follows.
KELLY
That’s a question that has plagued society since the dawn of time. However I do know that “Caribbean Queen” hardly makes me want to eat cauliflower.
James gestures to a chair across from her.
JAMES
May I?
He sits.
But what, if anything, would make you eat cauliflower?
They both stare at cauliflower stalk in her hand and ponder for a moment.
KELLY
Paul Simon, James Taylor, something acoustic. Something that offers a moment of reflection. Something that makes you so very glad that you have this white stalk of goodness before you.
She eats the cauliflower. James stares, amused.
JAMES
Before I call you a lunatic, I should probably ask your name.
KELLY
It’s Kelly. And normally I’m not a lunatic.
JAMES
Well it’s very nice to meet you, Kelly. I’m James. And I don’t think you’re a complete lunatic.
Moment of quiet, both eating.
KELLY
So James, what do you do when you’re not picking up girls at a buffet?
JAMES
I pick up girls at laundromats.
KELLY
Anywhere else I should know about?
JAMES
No, nothing too sinister. I work at a funeral home.
Kelly nearly spits soda out of her mouth.
KELLY
Any on the job romance I should be aware of?
JAMES
You meet some nice girls, but they don’t have much to say. So quiet, those types. So what do you do?
KELLY
I work in a slaughterhouse.
James almost chokes on bread.
KELLY (CONT’D)
Don’t worry, I almost never pick up anyone I meet there.
JAMES
So, would I have seen any of your work?
KELLY
Um, maybe in a supermarket, wrapped in plastic and dripping a bit.
JAMES
So how does one get into that line of work? Do you school for it?
KELLY
Well it’s not as glamorous as it sounds. I don’t do any of the hard-core stuff, I just slap it onto the styrofoam carton. I’m on the tail end of the production line.
JAMES
So you don’t....
(Mimes swinging a bat in the air)
KELLY
No, no, I’m not one of those guys. Man, you wanna see some unchecked aggression? That is the area to look. So, how did you fall into the funeral home business?
JAMES
My dad did it. And his father before him, and so on and so forth. I started out by just wheeling people in on the gurneys, then eventually they let me do the makeup work, now I kind of direct the services.
KELLY
Direct the services...you mean, tell who to carry what and what so-and-so should have on for make-up?
JAMES
Yeah, something like that. Much like yours, not as glamorous as it sounds. Besides, does anyone really end up doing what they dream of? When you were a little girl in a room decorated with pink walls and piles of Barbie dolls around you, did you dream of schucking raw meat?
KELLY
I never cared much for Barbies, although I’ll admit I did have a fondness for pastels.
JAMES
I’m sure you did like pastels, but my question is, did you dream of being a mere cog in a big meat-packing machine?
KELLY
No, but what the hell else does someone do with a liberal arts degree?
JAMES
I’m just trying to show that no one really ever does what they really want.
A knocking noise is heard from under the table.
KELLY
What was that?
JAMES
That? Oh, that’s just my wooden leg.
KELLY
May I ask why you have a wooden leg?
JAMES
Maybe. May I have your phone number?
KELLY
Maybe. Will you show me the wooden leg?
JAMES
I usually save that for the second date, but I suppose I could make an exception.
Kelly jots her number on a napkin, rises to leave.
KELLY
Okay, well, call me then.
JAMES
Maybe if we make it to date number two I’ll show you the mangled stub.
KELLY
I think you just got yourself a second date.
She leaves.
Someone sitting at a table next to James has been eavesdropping and glances down at the leg. James thwacks his kneecap with his spoon.
JAMES
Yeah, the girls really go for it.
---------
INT. RESTARAUNT-DAY
JAMES, a late twenty-something, stands in line at a salad bar buffet behind KELLY, who is in her early thirties. Kelly holds up the line by doing nothing.
JAMES
Ahem...
Kelly looks up to overhead speaker.
JAMES (CONT’D)
Ahem...hey, do you think you could...
Nudges Kelly to move forward.
KELLY
What? Oh, yeah, sorry, it’s just this music.
Haphazardly piles food onto plate, while James takes a minimal amount of food.
JAMES
This music? It’s a salad bar, a buffet, for that matter. What can one expect?
KELLY
It’s Billy Ocean.
JAMES
It’s Billy Ocean...and...
KELLY
Well, Billy Ocean simply isn’t salad bar music.
She walks away to get napkins, etc. James stands motionless, intrigued by her statement. Follows her.
JAMES
What qualifies as salad bar music?
Kelly sits, surprised that he follows.
KELLY
That’s a question that has plagued society since the dawn of time. However I do know that “Caribbean Queen” hardly makes me want to eat cauliflower.
James gestures to a chair across from her.
JAMES
May I?
He sits.
But what, if anything, would make you eat cauliflower?
They both stare at cauliflower stalk in her hand and ponder for a moment.
KELLY
Paul Simon, James Taylor, something acoustic. Something that offers a moment of reflection. Something that makes you so very glad that you have this white stalk of goodness before you.
She eats the cauliflower. James stares, amused.
JAMES
Before I call you a lunatic, I should probably ask your name.
KELLY
It’s Kelly. And normally I’m not a lunatic.
JAMES
Well it’s very nice to meet you, Kelly. I’m James. And I don’t think you’re a complete lunatic.
Moment of quiet, both eating.
KELLY
So James, what do you do when you’re not picking up girls at a buffet?
JAMES
I pick up girls at laundromats.
KELLY
Anywhere else I should know about?
JAMES
No, nothing too sinister. I work at a funeral home.
Kelly nearly spits soda out of her mouth.
KELLY
Any on the job romance I should be aware of?
JAMES
You meet some nice girls, but they don’t have much to say. So quiet, those types. So what do you do?
KELLY
I work in a slaughterhouse.
James almost chokes on bread.
KELLY (CONT’D)
Don’t worry, I almost never pick up anyone I meet there.
JAMES
So, would I have seen any of your work?
KELLY
Um, maybe in a supermarket, wrapped in plastic and dripping a bit.
JAMES
So how does one get into that line of work? Do you school for it?
KELLY
Well it’s not as glamorous as it sounds. I don’t do any of the hard-core stuff, I just slap it onto the styrofoam carton. I’m on the tail end of the production line.
JAMES
So you don’t....
(Mimes swinging a bat in the air)
KELLY
No, no, I’m not one of those guys. Man, you wanna see some unchecked aggression? That is the area to look. So, how did you fall into the funeral home business?
JAMES
My dad did it. And his father before him, and so on and so forth. I started out by just wheeling people in on the gurneys, then eventually they let me do the makeup work, now I kind of direct the services.
KELLY
Direct the services...you mean, tell who to carry what and what so-and-so should have on for make-up?
JAMES
Yeah, something like that. Much like yours, not as glamorous as it sounds. Besides, does anyone really end up doing what they dream of? When you were a little girl in a room decorated with pink walls and piles of Barbie dolls around you, did you dream of schucking raw meat?
KELLY
I never cared much for Barbies, although I’ll admit I did have a fondness for pastels.
JAMES
I’m sure you did like pastels, but my question is, did you dream of being a mere cog in a big meat-packing machine?
KELLY
No, but what the hell else does someone do with a liberal arts degree?
JAMES
I’m just trying to show that no one really ever does what they really want.
A knocking noise is heard from under the table.
KELLY
What was that?
JAMES
That? Oh, that’s just my wooden leg.
KELLY
May I ask why you have a wooden leg?
JAMES
Maybe. May I have your phone number?
KELLY
Maybe. Will you show me the wooden leg?
JAMES
I usually save that for the second date, but I suppose I could make an exception.
Kelly jots her number on a napkin, rises to leave.
KELLY
Okay, well, call me then.
JAMES
Maybe if we make it to date number two I’ll show you the mangled stub.
KELLY
I think you just got yourself a second date.
She leaves.
Someone sitting at a table next to James has been eavesdropping and glances down at the leg. James thwacks his kneecap with his spoon.
JAMES
Yeah, the girls really go for it.
YOU MUST WATCH THIS MOVIE!
SEE "GARDEN STATE" IMMEDIATELY. and when you are done, come back to comment on how effing great this movie is.
i'll go first.
this movie is great. i don't even want to skip around the facts on this... i always feel a bit underaccomplished when i come across a great movie but the writer/directors are usually older than me.
but not ZACK BRAFF. nope. he's about a month older than me (that fact found at imdb.com, not as a result of stalking) and the movie was so lovely. i want zach braff to be my friend.
the film is moving and funny and heartbreaking and real and i can't wait to own it.
in an effort to make myself write, i think in each post i do (if i have enough time) i will put in a bit of a screenplay i started a really, really long time ago. because i can. then maybe i'll finish the f**king thing.
wait, this is my blog. i can cuss.
then maybe i'll finish the FUCKING thing.
(go me!)
i'll go first.
this movie is great. i don't even want to skip around the facts on this... i always feel a bit underaccomplished when i come across a great movie but the writer/directors are usually older than me.
but not ZACK BRAFF. nope. he's about a month older than me (that fact found at imdb.com, not as a result of stalking) and the movie was so lovely. i want zach braff to be my friend.
the film is moving and funny and heartbreaking and real and i can't wait to own it.
in an effort to make myself write, i think in each post i do (if i have enough time) i will put in a bit of a screenplay i started a really, really long time ago. because i can. then maybe i'll finish the f**king thing.
wait, this is my blog. i can cuss.
then maybe i'll finish the FUCKING thing.
(go me!)
Friday, December 03, 2004
friday....FINALLY.
what a day, by god. met the new therapist and he seems a decent fellow, but therapy is work enough, let along with someone new -- today was just one of many sessions to come where i'm basically going over stuff i've already explained to three other therapists -- i should just start tape recording my history and hand that to each new doctor i meet. so after the hour-long appointment i was at work feeling somewhat like i had just been hit by a truck... a bit of the walking dead, i was. but i'm glad to get the process starting again, i'm tired of feeling like i'm rotting from the inside out (ooh...pretty imagery).
and i have a kitten behind me who is trying to chew on my hair...drat. it's the wanda kitty.
i love friday nights. that wonderful feeling of very little obligation beyond feeding and entertaining my child tomorrow morning. that lovely "i don't have to set my alarm at all, let alone for 5:30 a.m." feeling. that lovely "i'm going to spend the whole freakin' day in my pajamas" feeling.
i can't fight this feeling any longer...
(i just quoted that horrible song; what's become of me?) but i'll give a 20 ounce bottle of soda to the first person who comments with the next line from that song. bring it.
my child is a raving lunatic. especially the raving part. she's kind of doing the actions along with "The Sorcerer's Apprentice" in Disney's Fantasia... and really that just involves flailing wildly and giggling. maybe we'd all be better off if we flailed and giggled at the same time. maybe i'll try now.
i haven't tried yet. i think it'll look like i'm having some sort of fit, and passerbys will put a stick in my mouth to keep me from biting off my tongue.
we will be viewing the movie "garden state" tomorrow night at the lovely riverview theater. and even though i've not yet seen it, i think i will probably love it and zach braff will be my new celebrity crush. he might even earn the title of "boyfriend of the week" on the Two Ks blog.
and sadly, i've been neglectful of the other blogs in my life. must work on that.
my list of musts for this weekend:
must brush hair.
must finish dishes.
must take winter coats to the dry cleaners.
must take goose-down alternative comforter to the laundromat, as it is roughly three times too big for my own washing machine.
must take risperdal, as i've neglected the last few nights and will therefore set me back in my level of tolerance...in short, i'll be sleepy all over again. nuts.
must make christmas shopping list for the 10,000th time. just to be thorough.
must sleep. soon. i'll be sure to update my blog on the progress of my weekend "must" list, (insert sarcastic tone NOW) as it's INCREDIBLLY important for everyone i know and many i don't to learn the outcome of my effing dishwashing.
and i have a kitten behind me who is trying to chew on my hair...drat. it's the wanda kitty.
i love friday nights. that wonderful feeling of very little obligation beyond feeding and entertaining my child tomorrow morning. that lovely "i don't have to set my alarm at all, let alone for 5:30 a.m." feeling. that lovely "i'm going to spend the whole freakin' day in my pajamas" feeling.
i can't fight this feeling any longer...
(i just quoted that horrible song; what's become of me?) but i'll give a 20 ounce bottle of soda to the first person who comments with the next line from that song. bring it.
my child is a raving lunatic. especially the raving part. she's kind of doing the actions along with "The Sorcerer's Apprentice" in Disney's Fantasia... and really that just involves flailing wildly and giggling. maybe we'd all be better off if we flailed and giggled at the same time. maybe i'll try now.
i haven't tried yet. i think it'll look like i'm having some sort of fit, and passerbys will put a stick in my mouth to keep me from biting off my tongue.
we will be viewing the movie "garden state" tomorrow night at the lovely riverview theater. and even though i've not yet seen it, i think i will probably love it and zach braff will be my new celebrity crush. he might even earn the title of "boyfriend of the week" on the Two Ks blog.
and sadly, i've been neglectful of the other blogs in my life. must work on that.
my list of musts for this weekend:
must brush hair.
must finish dishes.
must take winter coats to the dry cleaners.
must take goose-down alternative comforter to the laundromat, as it is roughly three times too big for my own washing machine.
must take risperdal, as i've neglected the last few nights and will therefore set me back in my level of tolerance...in short, i'll be sleepy all over again. nuts.
must make christmas shopping list for the 10,000th time. just to be thorough.
must sleep. soon. i'll be sure to update my blog on the progress of my weekend "must" list, (insert sarcastic tone NOW) as it's INCREDIBLLY important for everyone i know and many i don't to learn the outcome of my effing dishwashing.
Thursday, December 02, 2004
WHEW!
a great woody allen quote that sums up how i feel right now:
"The most beautiful words in the English language are not "I love you," but "it's benign."
huzzah!
"The most beautiful words in the English language are not "I love you," but "it's benign."
huzzah!
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
BIOPSY
Pronunciation: 'bIâpsee
Definition: [n]examination of tissues or liquids from the living body to determine the existence or cause of a disease.
yeah, this would be the creepy, unnerving downside to the facial skin thing removal fiasco of last week. got a call from my clinic today, telling me to call for my biopsy results. and although i've NEVER gotten a call from a clinic telling me that my results are normal -- usually that's mailed to me -- this is a clinic i've never before been to and maybe this is a different way of doing things. i'll call first thing in the morning. hmm.. i should have checked my voice mail before leaving work. oh well, i'm sure it's nothing to worry about. maybe this clinic -- which, i found out after visiting, is a christian-based clinic -- gives results of any nature over the phone.
yes, out of ALL the clinics in the metro area, i chose one that has walls literally lined with religious icons. and i almost didn't go back, but it is actually one block from my office. so i'll suck up the pictures for convenience.
so yeah, i'll keep you posted on my skin. yeah, the more and more i think about keeping the mass public updated on my flesh, the creepier it seems.
but here's something interesting: i figured out that, on a normal, non-bar attending day, i smoke 2 cigarettes on the way to work, three cigarettes during my work day, 2 cigarettes on my way home and then one at night. so less than a half-pack a day. i think i might toss on a patch tomorrow and see how long i can last. things at work are pretty tame right now, so this might be a good time to knock that nasty habit.
and i was thinking that even before the word "biopsy" entered my skull.
Pronunciation: 'bIâpsee
Definition: [n]examination of tissues or liquids from the living body to determine the existence or cause of a disease.
yeah, this would be the creepy, unnerving downside to the facial skin thing removal fiasco of last week. got a call from my clinic today, telling me to call for my biopsy results. and although i've NEVER gotten a call from a clinic telling me that my results are normal -- usually that's mailed to me -- this is a clinic i've never before been to and maybe this is a different way of doing things. i'll call first thing in the morning. hmm.. i should have checked my voice mail before leaving work. oh well, i'm sure it's nothing to worry about. maybe this clinic -- which, i found out after visiting, is a christian-based clinic -- gives results of any nature over the phone.
yes, out of ALL the clinics in the metro area, i chose one that has walls literally lined with religious icons. and i almost didn't go back, but it is actually one block from my office. so i'll suck up the pictures for convenience.
so yeah, i'll keep you posted on my skin. yeah, the more and more i think about keeping the mass public updated on my flesh, the creepier it seems.
but here's something interesting: i figured out that, on a normal, non-bar attending day, i smoke 2 cigarettes on the way to work, three cigarettes during my work day, 2 cigarettes on my way home and then one at night. so less than a half-pack a day. i think i might toss on a patch tomorrow and see how long i can last. things at work are pretty tame right now, so this might be a good time to knock that nasty habit.
and i was thinking that even before the word "biopsy" entered my skull.
COMPANY TIME BLOGGING
nothing to do currently. nothing.
makes for a long work day and a dull blog.
big idea for the day: considering a template change for the blog.
any suggestions? keep it clean, kids.
makes for a long work day and a dull blog.
big idea for the day: considering a template change for the blog.
any suggestions? keep it clean, kids.
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
holy of holy crap
THIS is what you'll be watching at 6 a.m. when you can't sleep. miracle spring water? ugh..preying upon the masses, the desperate and the sick.
Monday, November 29, 2004
accidental drinkiness
oh crap...those smirnoff ice...they are just like juice!
so i'm drinking some with my dinner -- maple and brown sugar oatmeal with toast -- and then i realize how funny an aol commercial is. and we all know that aol does not HAVE funny commercials, let alone the commercial where they are showing aol members sarcastically asking for a computer virus...but the guy, he asked that his computer make a noise like a YETTI, and then he actually made the YETTI noise! is was funny, right? it's not just the sauce, right???
i think i'm going to start posting more photos on my blog. just because.
so i'm drinking some with my dinner -- maple and brown sugar oatmeal with toast -- and then i realize how funny an aol commercial is. and we all know that aol does not HAVE funny commercials, let alone the commercial where they are showing aol members sarcastically asking for a computer virus...but the guy, he asked that his computer make a noise like a YETTI, and then he actually made the YETTI noise! is was funny, right? it's not just the sauce, right???
i think i'm going to start posting more photos on my blog. just because.
Friday, November 26, 2004
ahhh, time off....
time off is pretty delightful. today i've not done too much, but it's been enjoyable -- a trip to target with the abbey; the grocery and video stores saw my cheery mug; i made some sweet artichoke dip (8 oz of cream cheese, 1/2 cup of parmesean cheese, 1/2 cup mayo, 14oz of artichoke hearts, heat for 20-25 min. at 350) that is horribly bad for the body but it's SOOO GOOOOD with yummy bread. try it, you shan't be sorry.
the abbey is playing with barbies upstairs and i think the next step on the agenda for the day is to watch Predator once the child is in bed. i've not seen the entire movie and, after all, if it was good enough for the governator AND jesse the body, it's good enough for me.
well, abbey has just announced that she'll be watching the disney channel movie, "the cheetah girls." yep, that's right. "the cheetah girls." envy my television set.
the abbey is playing with barbies upstairs and i think the next step on the agenda for the day is to watch Predator once the child is in bed. i've not seen the entire movie and, after all, if it was good enough for the governator AND jesse the body, it's good enough for me.
well, abbey has just announced that she'll be watching the disney channel movie, "the cheetah girls." yep, that's right. "the cheetah girls." envy my television set.
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
and so the days off begin!
okay...so not going to minot this weekend, therefore abbey and i are now watching "elf."
it's funny! and bob newhart, priceless. completely priceless. his delivery..it's just great. almost as great as will ferrell saying "shocking!"
so i had some skin things removed from my face today, they were on both sides of my nose (i know, this is delightful to read, huh?) and it really effing hurt. lidocaine in the face with a needle -- no good, i tell you. then the cauterization of the wound...HURRAH FOR PAIN AND THE SMELL OF BURNING FLESH!
now it's reduced to a stinging sensation and i'm supposed to keep lil' bandaids over the spots. however i don't know if you have tried to wear a bandaid on the sides of your nose, but if so, then you've probably learned that they not only tickle but also like to fall off. consistently. and damn it, i'm running out of little square bandaids! all i'll have left are the ones for big wounds and it just won't be right! i demand a recount! (what?)
speaking of recount (nice segue!), have you had a look at blackboxvoting.org? any thoughts on what is happening and how NO ONE is talking about it?
so on the agenda tomorrow will a little time and money spent at the old country buffet in woodbury. a step up from the royal trough in minot, but still that element of... crazy mass eating. if you look around sometimes all you can see are mouths chewing food...it's gets surreal.
there is this side of nostalgia i have about thanksgiving day -- watching the macy's parade with my sisters (switching the channels to try to avoid commercials was a task), the smell of food cooking...
and then there is the reality that i remember that i would always block out -- parents frantically trying to prepare an 18-course meal and there not being enough people helping out or there were too many cooks in the kitchen -- literally. but it was fine, b/c i think that many families were like mine.
it was chaotic and hectic but it was good -- and don't get me wrong, because my first thoughts of this time of year are not the ones about stress and chaos and spilling the 7up on the table, but of the cool feeling you have as a kid, watching the parade and wishing like hell you could be as cool as your sisters.
and now it's time for more abbey-ness. happy turkey day, everyone.
it's funny! and bob newhart, priceless. completely priceless. his delivery..it's just great. almost as great as will ferrell saying "shocking!"
so i had some skin things removed from my face today, they were on both sides of my nose (i know, this is delightful to read, huh?) and it really effing hurt. lidocaine in the face with a needle -- no good, i tell you. then the cauterization of the wound...HURRAH FOR PAIN AND THE SMELL OF BURNING FLESH!
now it's reduced to a stinging sensation and i'm supposed to keep lil' bandaids over the spots. however i don't know if you have tried to wear a bandaid on the sides of your nose, but if so, then you've probably learned that they not only tickle but also like to fall off. consistently. and damn it, i'm running out of little square bandaids! all i'll have left are the ones for big wounds and it just won't be right! i demand a recount! (what?)
speaking of recount (nice segue!), have you had a look at blackboxvoting.org? any thoughts on what is happening and how NO ONE is talking about it?
so on the agenda tomorrow will a little time and money spent at the old country buffet in woodbury. a step up from the royal trough in minot, but still that element of... crazy mass eating. if you look around sometimes all you can see are mouths chewing food...it's gets surreal.
there is this side of nostalgia i have about thanksgiving day -- watching the macy's parade with my sisters (switching the channels to try to avoid commercials was a task), the smell of food cooking...
and then there is the reality that i remember that i would always block out -- parents frantically trying to prepare an 18-course meal and there not being enough people helping out or there were too many cooks in the kitchen -- literally. but it was fine, b/c i think that many families were like mine.
it was chaotic and hectic but it was good -- and don't get me wrong, because my first thoughts of this time of year are not the ones about stress and chaos and spilling the 7up on the table, but of the cool feeling you have as a kid, watching the parade and wishing like hell you could be as cool as your sisters.
and now it's time for more abbey-ness. happy turkey day, everyone.
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
a very queer eye thanksgiving
i'm 26 minutes into the bravo special where the fab five meet up with the gents from the previous season to see how they have done...have they stayed on the correct path or, in the case of twin brothers, have they gone back to peeing in bottles next to the bed?
so i make it to the first commercial break and i turn off the tv. am i ashamed to watch this? is it exploitative that this show exists?
well that lasted about six damn seconds b/c the tv is back on and i'm learning about making biscuits and the proper kind of brine for soaking a turkey.
and these twin brothers (fraternal, not identical, so you can see who really started it) can't keep themselves from wrestling. just spontaneous wrestling. what gives?
i should sleep.
oh, and i worked out today for thd second damn day in a row. i think i might even do it tomorrow. i'll keep you posted.
what a sorry, bland post. so sad.
so i make it to the first commercial break and i turn off the tv. am i ashamed to watch this? is it exploitative that this show exists?
well that lasted about six damn seconds b/c the tv is back on and i'm learning about making biscuits and the proper kind of brine for soaking a turkey.
and these twin brothers (fraternal, not identical, so you can see who really started it) can't keep themselves from wrestling. just spontaneous wrestling. what gives?
i should sleep.
oh, and i worked out today for thd second damn day in a row. i think i might even do it tomorrow. i'll keep you posted.
what a sorry, bland post. so sad.
and for lunch?
Progresso Lentil Soup... don't know it til you've tried it, i say!
and most days when i'm eating my soup i'll finish it and think, "boy, that soup sure went fast." however today is not the case. my thought today is, "boy, will i have enough lunchtime to eat all these lentils? will this bowl of lentils ever end?"
and most days when i'm eating my soup i'll finish it and think, "boy, that soup sure went fast." however today is not the case. my thought today is, "boy, will i have enough lunchtime to eat all these lentils? will this bowl of lentils ever end?"
Monday, November 22, 2004
kevin costner post-apocalyptic night!
holy shite... "waterworld" is on the usa network...okay, if kevin costner is "evolved" in it, having gills and all, but does he eat fish?
"nothin's free in waterworld..."
what a horrible line delivered in such a horrible manner. i might just have to keep a tally of horrible dialogue...wait, i think someone did that when they wrote the screenplay for this.
"nothin's free in waterworld..."
what a horrible line delivered in such a horrible manner. i might just have to keep a tally of horrible dialogue...wait, i think someone did that when they wrote the screenplay for this.
how'd my weekend fare?
this was a list of things to do this last weekend (or was it the weekend before?) as shown in a previous entry:
• cleaning the gutters (must first find ladder or defy law of gravity);
• putting plastic over windows (must first remember to buy it at target instead of being distracted by silly purses);
• taking coats to dry cleaners (a chore that, for some reason, i leave to the last damn minute before snowfall);
• not only doing laundry, but actually removing clean clothing from baskets and placing it in a useful location, such as a closet or a dresser);
• cat litter: 'nuff said. (would it have been soooo hard to write "enough" insted of "'nuff?" i think not. i'm so lazy.)
• spend time regretting the fact that i stayed up too late tonight -- this will most likely begin when abbey wakes me up around 7 a.m.
------------- and how did these things work out for me? let's see...
- gutters, schmutters. f**k the gutters. i don't have a ladder and, to date, no way to fly to the roof.
- plastic was placed over abbey's windows. only 2000 windows to go.
- didn't take coats to dry cleaners, but did find a dry cleaners close to home...that's half the battle, right?
- ummm...i have lots of baskets filled with fresh clothing. they are blocking my path to the dressers, closets, etc.
- cats have litter. mission accomplished. (and when i say "mission accomplished," i mean it in the real way, not the George W. Bush way.)
- i always regret staying up too late, even when i'm in bed by 10. mostly b/c i can't get my arse out of bed in the morning and i go to work all disheveled and whatnot. just once i'd like to be...sheveled.
so here are some more plans that won't be completed this evening:
- clean bedroom (put clothes away)
- tidy up abbey's room (put clothes away)
- tidy up bathroom (put dirty clothes in wasy)
- tidy up living room (but books on shelves)
and as a special shout-out to shanny, check out www.thecampushouse.com -- it'll be the next damn movie on my movie rack! we heart campy horror!
• cleaning the gutters (must first find ladder or defy law of gravity);
• putting plastic over windows (must first remember to buy it at target instead of being distracted by silly purses);
• taking coats to dry cleaners (a chore that, for some reason, i leave to the last damn minute before snowfall);
• not only doing laundry, but actually removing clean clothing from baskets and placing it in a useful location, such as a closet or a dresser);
• cat litter: 'nuff said. (would it have been soooo hard to write "enough" insted of "'nuff?" i think not. i'm so lazy.)
• spend time regretting the fact that i stayed up too late tonight -- this will most likely begin when abbey wakes me up around 7 a.m.
------------- and how did these things work out for me? let's see...
- gutters, schmutters. f**k the gutters. i don't have a ladder and, to date, no way to fly to the roof.
- plastic was placed over abbey's windows. only 2000 windows to go.
- didn't take coats to dry cleaners, but did find a dry cleaners close to home...that's half the battle, right?
- ummm...i have lots of baskets filled with fresh clothing. they are blocking my path to the dressers, closets, etc.
- cats have litter. mission accomplished. (and when i say "mission accomplished," i mean it in the real way, not the George W. Bush way.)
- i always regret staying up too late, even when i'm in bed by 10. mostly b/c i can't get my arse out of bed in the morning and i go to work all disheveled and whatnot. just once i'd like to be...sheveled.
so here are some more plans that won't be completed this evening:
- clean bedroom (put clothes away)
- tidy up abbey's room (put clothes away)
- tidy up bathroom (put dirty clothes in wasy)
- tidy up living room (but books on shelves)
and as a special shout-out to shanny, check out www.thecampushouse.com -- it'll be the next damn movie on my movie rack! we heart campy horror!
Sunday, November 21, 2004
another weekend goes by...
currently relaxing while watching "his girl friday," starring cary grant.
a good watch purchased on dvd for a mere dollar at the evil walmart.
people in this era ate very politely. a roast beef sandwich they all ordered and they ate it with a knife in one hand and a fork in the other for the whole damn time they are eating. when was the last time you did that? or i did that, for that matter? perhaps i'll make a point in eating in a more refined manner.
but it's tough to eat pudding with a knife and fork.
a good watch purchased on dvd for a mere dollar at the evil walmart.
people in this era ate very politely. a roast beef sandwich they all ordered and they ate it with a knife in one hand and a fork in the other for the whole damn time they are eating. when was the last time you did that? or i did that, for that matter? perhaps i'll make a point in eating in a more refined manner.
but it's tough to eat pudding with a knife and fork.
Friday, November 19, 2004
eek!
this is awful! aahhhh!
plastic surgery with a SPATULA????? shouldn't that be reserved for scraping the cake batter from a bowl? eeks.
but you know what? if i want plastic surgery i would do my damndest to MAKE CERTAIN that the surgeon was a REAL SURGEON. aren't there ways to find that out? scary...
plastic surgery with a SPATULA????? shouldn't that be reserved for scraping the cake batter from a bowl? eeks.
but you know what? if i want plastic surgery i would do my damndest to MAKE CERTAIN that the surgeon was a REAL SURGEON. aren't there ways to find that out? scary...
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
with days like these....
...i don't even know what i should compare a day like today to -- it was kind of like repeatedly stubbing your toe on a chair -- you know, when it actually separates the toes that don't like to be that separated -- over and over, and you are running late to the next chair accident so you hurry along for the next assault and you can't swear or get upset and you just have to suck up a day of agony? a day of obligatory toe stubbing? that's what i felt like. like i was constantly fucking up, constantly stubbing my proverbial toe on the proverbial mental illness chair.
did that make any sense at all?
so that was my wednesday -- one crappy event/incident/etc. after another, all the while waiting for the other shoe to drop...and it would always, always drop. always.
here's hoping tomorrow will be better. and i never say things like "it couldn't get any worse," because that would be a silly thing to say. i've seen that happen more times that i want to recally. when you think you've hit bottom? nice try... it can ALWAYS get worse.
sweet dreams!
did that make any sense at all?
so that was my wednesday -- one crappy event/incident/etc. after another, all the while waiting for the other shoe to drop...and it would always, always drop. always.
here's hoping tomorrow will be better. and i never say things like "it couldn't get any worse," because that would be a silly thing to say. i've seen that happen more times that i want to recally. when you think you've hit bottom? nice try... it can ALWAYS get worse.
sweet dreams!
i'm openminded and all, but.....
HERE is a good reason for me not to move to new zealand.
but i'm not judging.
what's interesting is that the woman in the news story explains why she first fed the dog -- b/c the baby stopped taking her milk and she didn't want it to go to waste.
well see, having fed a baby, here's how that works: SUPPLY AND DEMAND. if a baby won't have it, then it dries up. yeah, you maybe waste a day or two at max, but when the need decreases, the supply decreases.
no reason to share with fido.
have you all had a chance to visit THIS happy site? it will make you hate your country a little bit less.
but i'm not judging.
what's interesting is that the woman in the news story explains why she first fed the dog -- b/c the baby stopped taking her milk and she didn't want it to go to waste.
well see, having fed a baby, here's how that works: SUPPLY AND DEMAND. if a baby won't have it, then it dries up. yeah, you maybe waste a day or two at max, but when the need decreases, the supply decreases.
no reason to share with fido.
have you all had a chance to visit THIS happy site? it will make you hate your country a little bit less.
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
WEARESORRY
WEARESORRY
Originally uploaded by kllnin.
this is what i threw together on company time to send to sorryeverybody.com. do what you gotta do.
good site...
visit http://sorryeverybody.com. really. and i expect all of you with digital cameras, macpaint or photoshop to get in on the action. i'll be posting my humble submission soon.
Monday, November 15, 2004
Just pants
that blog title is for you, p-funk.
i'm still giddy over my purchase of pants from old navy. i know, i know, they were probably assembled by someone who is underpaid in a foreign country -- a child, maybe. but i still bought them and i still like them and this will just solidify my reserved seat in hell.
i'm still giddy over my purchase of pants from old navy. i know, i know, they were probably assembled by someone who is underpaid in a foreign country -- a child, maybe. but i still bought them and i still like them and this will just solidify my reserved seat in hell.
Saturday, November 13, 2004
oh for f**ks sake...
fx is a fine, fine channel. they are showing "armageddon," which is silly but useful to watch whilst drinking a bit of the sauce. and it's being shown with "limited commercial interruption," thanks in part to jack daniels. and then there was a commercial (albeit a limited commercial) for the fx movie called "smallpox." because we need a more afraid public.
billy bob thorton plays the head of nasa in "armageddon," i think. that's second only to him playing the u.s. president in "love actually."
gee, i'm torn as to what my favorite part of this movie is....when ben affleck begins to sing "leavin' on a jet plane" to liv tyler, or when ben afflect is using animal crackers in an unclean manner.
i think a common mistake to make in space flight is excessive screaming; it just makes you look like an amateur. or maybe the common mistake is really having a soundtrack that sounds like the one in this effing movie... maybe if they had a less menacing soundtrack you could MAYBE take the scenario seriously.
but according to some sources (and when i say "some sources," i mean "i heard once somewhere but i don't recall where") that the government is not spending enough to monitor the potential dangers from space (asteroids, etc.) -- that it's really only enough to monitor about 1/3 of space. if that's so, maybe then this movie IS realistic. but i choose not to think about it that way. i choose to think of it as a crappy jerry bruckheimer production. (i will now check imdb.com to see if i was right on that bruckheimer guesstimate.)
yep, i was right on that....director michael bay and producer jerry bruckheimer, the same uber-genuii that brought us "pearl harbor."
and in other movie news, there is production work announced from michael bay in the lines of a prequel to the "texas chainsaw massacre" AND a remake of "the amityville horror."
i'm still waiting for verification of the "jason and freddy vs. ash" rumor i've heard -- i think i could really only endorse that if sam raimi had a hand in the mix of it. of course, he had a hand in sarah michelle geller's "the grudge," so who knows what is going on in sam's noggin.
does anyone know if sam raimi's classic car appears in that movie? maybe it's only movies he directs...
time for pizza.
billy bob thorton plays the head of nasa in "armageddon," i think. that's second only to him playing the u.s. president in "love actually."
gee, i'm torn as to what my favorite part of this movie is....when ben affleck begins to sing "leavin' on a jet plane" to liv tyler, or when ben afflect is using animal crackers in an unclean manner.
i think a common mistake to make in space flight is excessive screaming; it just makes you look like an amateur. or maybe the common mistake is really having a soundtrack that sounds like the one in this effing movie... maybe if they had a less menacing soundtrack you could MAYBE take the scenario seriously.
but according to some sources (and when i say "some sources," i mean "i heard once somewhere but i don't recall where") that the government is not spending enough to monitor the potential dangers from space (asteroids, etc.) -- that it's really only enough to monitor about 1/3 of space. if that's so, maybe then this movie IS realistic. but i choose not to think about it that way. i choose to think of it as a crappy jerry bruckheimer production. (i will now check imdb.com to see if i was right on that bruckheimer guesstimate.)
yep, i was right on that....director michael bay and producer jerry bruckheimer, the same uber-genuii that brought us "pearl harbor."
and in other movie news, there is production work announced from michael bay in the lines of a prequel to the "texas chainsaw massacre" AND a remake of "the amityville horror."
i'm still waiting for verification of the "jason and freddy vs. ash" rumor i've heard -- i think i could really only endorse that if sam raimi had a hand in the mix of it. of course, he had a hand in sarah michelle geller's "the grudge," so who knows what is going on in sam's noggin.
does anyone know if sam raimi's classic car appears in that movie? maybe it's only movies he directs...
time for pizza.
horrible...just horrible...
i hate channel-surfing on the offchance of encountering a program on c-span featuring a person like this.
completely horrible. she was discussing that, as a lesbian, she goes against the grain of the mainstream, but because she dresses conservatively, is a conservative, doesn't live in west hollywood and has no piercings, she's against the grain in the gay community. b/c that's what all gay people look like: pierced, wearing outrageous clothing and living in california. she was horrible and i turned the tv off. then i found her online and the main page shows another one of those fucking election maps, showing "Bush Country 2004."
oh, and she said that everytime anyone mocks a republican, they should try to replace the word "republican" with the word "jew," because not liking republicans is along the same lines as being anti-semitic. if i said, "gee, i think we should round up all the republicans onto a train to a death camp," or "i think we should exterminate all the republicans," her comment might hold a bit of water.
gross.
completely horrible. she was discussing that, as a lesbian, she goes against the grain of the mainstream, but because she dresses conservatively, is a conservative, doesn't live in west hollywood and has no piercings, she's against the grain in the gay community. b/c that's what all gay people look like: pierced, wearing outrageous clothing and living in california. she was horrible and i turned the tv off. then i found her online and the main page shows another one of those fucking election maps, showing "Bush Country 2004."
oh, and she said that everytime anyone mocks a republican, they should try to replace the word "republican" with the word "jew," because not liking republicans is along the same lines as being anti-semitic. if i said, "gee, i think we should round up all the republicans onto a train to a death camp," or "i think we should exterminate all the republicans," her comment might hold a bit of water.
gross.
friday schmiday
"rear window" just finished up -- what a great movie, that scene where grace kelly's character is in the neighbor's apartment, looking for evidence of a murder -- while the neighbor is about to walk back in his door and the whole time, jimmy stewart's character is watching it all take place and is unable to do anything about it, on account of the broken leg and wheelchair! what a great scene. i guess turner classic movies did a bunch of grace kelly movies today, celebrating her birthday.
abbey, dustin and i spent a little time with the oldest larson girl, bobbi, and her son, matthew, tonight at an area perkins -- yummmmmy country club omelet.
awww, sweet! the history channel has a goody show about alien craft in nevada -- god, i love cable. i know i shouldn't but dude, i do.
i just wrote "dude."
abbey, dustin and i spent a little time with the oldest larson girl, bobbi, and her son, matthew, tonight at an area perkins -- yummmmmy country club omelet.
awww, sweet! the history channel has a goody show about alien craft in nevada -- god, i love cable. i know i shouldn't but dude, i do.
i just wrote "dude."
a weekend, a schmeekend
i fear this weekend will be one riddled with household chores, including (but not limited to):
• cleaning the gutters (must first find ladder or defy law of gravity);
• putting plastic over windows (must first remember to buy it at target instead of being distracted by silly purses);
• taking coats to dry cleaners (a chore that, for some reason, i leave to the last damn minute before snowfall);
• not only doing laundry, but actually removing clean clothing from baskets and placing it in a useful location, such as a closet or a dresser);
• cat litter: 'nuff said. (would it have been soooo hard to write "enough" insted of "'nuff?" i think not. i'm so lazy.)
• spend time regretting the fact that i stayed up too late tonight -- this will most likely begin when abbey wakes me up around 7 a.m.
that's the long and short of it. or maybe just the short of it; no need to include the long.
• cleaning the gutters (must first find ladder or defy law of gravity);
• putting plastic over windows (must first remember to buy it at target instead of being distracted by silly purses);
• taking coats to dry cleaners (a chore that, for some reason, i leave to the last damn minute before snowfall);
• not only doing laundry, but actually removing clean clothing from baskets and placing it in a useful location, such as a closet or a dresser);
• cat litter: 'nuff said. (would it have been soooo hard to write "enough" insted of "'nuff?" i think not. i'm so lazy.)
• spend time regretting the fact that i stayed up too late tonight -- this will most likely begin when abbey wakes me up around 7 a.m.
that's the long and short of it. or maybe just the short of it; no need to include the long.
Thursday, November 11, 2004
a quiet night at home
a nice calm night at home after a busy day at work -- which is good, as busy makes the time go faster. not busy = eternal shift.
sarah montgomery's nephew is sleeping on our couch right now. his mom/sarah's sister, allison, is in town with micah scott to see the pixies tonight in st. paul, so tristan (the nephew) came over to hang out w/the absterbinder. the kids are both totally sacked out, and i forgot how funny boys are about things. i offered him a sleeping bag but as it is a disney princess sleeping bag, he was less than excited about it.
bobbi (oldest sister) is in town -- she's currently in eagan cleaning amy's house (next oldest sister who had the c-section) and generally being helpful. we'll be meeting for dinner tomorrow night. and saturday will feature a carnival at abbey's school -- not a carnival w/rides and stuff, but a carnival with a school crowded with kids and parents, overpriced slices of room temperature pizza and carnival games rewarded with really crappy prizes.
but abbey is excited, so that's what matters.
what do you guys think of the black eyed peas? i'm torn on them. i might like them, i might now like them.
have you ever spent a great deal of time blogging, then while reading over what you've written, you realize that you've written nothing funny, interesting, substantial or clever??? should i even bother posting this?
oh hell, i'm sure i will. i'm tired. i need sleep.
sarah montgomery's nephew is sleeping on our couch right now. his mom/sarah's sister, allison, is in town with micah scott to see the pixies tonight in st. paul, so tristan (the nephew) came over to hang out w/the absterbinder. the kids are both totally sacked out, and i forgot how funny boys are about things. i offered him a sleeping bag but as it is a disney princess sleeping bag, he was less than excited about it.
bobbi (oldest sister) is in town -- she's currently in eagan cleaning amy's house (next oldest sister who had the c-section) and generally being helpful. we'll be meeting for dinner tomorrow night. and saturday will feature a carnival at abbey's school -- not a carnival w/rides and stuff, but a carnival with a school crowded with kids and parents, overpriced slices of room temperature pizza and carnival games rewarded with really crappy prizes.
but abbey is excited, so that's what matters.
what do you guys think of the black eyed peas? i'm torn on them. i might like them, i might now like them.
have you ever spent a great deal of time blogging, then while reading over what you've written, you realize that you've written nothing funny, interesting, substantial or clever??? should i even bother posting this?
oh hell, i'm sure i will. i'm tired. i need sleep.
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
funniess from jeggmeister
www.fuckthesouth.com is really funny. and mildly offensive, but funny nevertheless.
and jegg also offered the following bit of fun...don't know the origin, but here, for your reading pleasure...
"What Kerry Should Have Said"
"My fellow Americans, the people of this nation have spoken, and spoken with a clear voice. So I am here to offer my concession. I concede that I overestimated the intelligence of the American people. Though the people disagree with the President on almost every issue, you saw fit to vote for him.
I never saw that coming.
That's really special. And I mean "special" in the sense that we use it to describe those kids who ride the short school bus and find ways to injure themselves while eating pudding with rubber spoons. That kind of special. I concede that I misjudged the power of hate. That's pretty powerful stuff, and I didn't see it.
So let me take a moment to congratulate the President's strategists:
Putting the gay marriage amendments on the ballot in various swing states like Ohio... well, that was just genius. Genius. > It got people, a certain kind of people, to the polls. The unprecedented number of folks who showed up and cited "moral values" as their biggest issue, those people changed history. The folks who consider same sex marriage a more important issue than war, or terrorism, or the economy...
Who'd have thought the election would belong to them? Well, Karl Rove did. Gotta give it up to him for that. Credit where it's due. I concede that I put too much faith in America's youth With 8 out of 10 of you opposing the President, with your friends and classmates dying daily in a war you disapprove of, with your future being mortgaged to pay for rich old peoples' tax breaks, you somehow managed to sit on your asses and watch the Cartoon Network while aging homophobic hillbillies carried the day. You voted with the exact same anemic percentage that you did in 2000. You suck.
Seriously, y'do.
There are some who would say that I sound bitter, that now is the time for healing, to bring the nation together. Let me tell you a little story. Last night, I watched the returns come in with some friends. As the night progressed, people began to talk half-seriously about secession, a red state / blue state split. The reasoning was this: We in blue states produce the vast majority of the wealth in this country and pay the most taxes, and you in the red states receive the majority of the money from those taxes while complaining about 'em. We in the blue states are the only ones who've been attacked by foreign terrorists, yet you in the red states are gung ho to fight a war in our name. We in the blue states produce the entertainment that you consume so greedily each day, while you in the red states show open disdain for us and our values. Blue state civilians are the actual victims and targets of the war on terror, while red state civilians are the ones standing behind us and yelling "Oh, yeah!? Bring it on!"
More than 40% of you Bush voters still believe that Saddam Hussein had something to do with 9/11. I'm impressed by that, truly I am. Your sons and daughters who might die in this war know it's not true, the people in the urban centers where al Qaeda wants to attack know it's not true, but those of you who are at practically no risk believe this easy lie because you can. As part of my concession speech, let me say that I really envy that luxury. I concede that.
Healing? We, the people at risk from terrorists, the people who subsidize you, the people who speak in glowing and respectful terms about the heartland of America while that heartland insults and excoriates us... we wanted some healing. We spoke loud and clear. And you refused to give it to us, largely because of your high moral values. You knew better: America doesn't need its allies, doesn't need to share the burden, doesn't need to unite the world, doesn't need to provide for its future. Hell no. Not when it's got a human shield of pointy-headed, atheistic, unconfrontational breadwinners who are willing to pay the bills and play nice in the vain hope of winning a vote that we can never have. Because we're "morally inferior," I suppose, we are supposed to respect your values while you insult ours. And the big joke here is that for 20 years, we've done just that. It's not a "ha-ha" funny joke, I realize, but it's a joke all the same.
As well as conceding the election today, I am also announcing my candidacy for president in 2008. And I make this pledge to you today: THIS time, next time, there will be no pandering. This time I will run with all the open and joking contempt for my opponents that our President demonstrated towards the cradle of liberty, the Ivy League intellectuals, the "media elite," and the "white-wine sippers." This time I will not pretend that the simple folk of America know just as much as the people who devote their lives to serving and studying the nation and the world. They don't.
So that's why I'm asking for your vote in 2008, America. I'm talking to you, you ignorant, slack-jawed yokels, you bible-thumping, inbred drones, you redneck, racist, chest-thumping, perennially duped grade-school grads. Vote for me, because I know better, and I truly believe that I can help your smug, sorry asses.
Thank you, and may God, if he does in fact exist, bless each and every one of you."
and jegg also offered the following bit of fun...don't know the origin, but here, for your reading pleasure...
"What Kerry Should Have Said"
"My fellow Americans, the people of this nation have spoken, and spoken with a clear voice. So I am here to offer my concession. I concede that I overestimated the intelligence of the American people. Though the people disagree with the President on almost every issue, you saw fit to vote for him.
I never saw that coming.
That's really special. And I mean "special" in the sense that we use it to describe those kids who ride the short school bus and find ways to injure themselves while eating pudding with rubber spoons. That kind of special. I concede that I misjudged the power of hate. That's pretty powerful stuff, and I didn't see it.
So let me take a moment to congratulate the President's strategists:
Putting the gay marriage amendments on the ballot in various swing states like Ohio... well, that was just genius. Genius. > It got people, a certain kind of people, to the polls. The unprecedented number of folks who showed up and cited "moral values" as their biggest issue, those people changed history. The folks who consider same sex marriage a more important issue than war, or terrorism, or the economy...
Who'd have thought the election would belong to them? Well, Karl Rove did. Gotta give it up to him for that. Credit where it's due. I concede that I put too much faith in America's youth With 8 out of 10 of you opposing the President, with your friends and classmates dying daily in a war you disapprove of, with your future being mortgaged to pay for rich old peoples' tax breaks, you somehow managed to sit on your asses and watch the Cartoon Network while aging homophobic hillbillies carried the day. You voted with the exact same anemic percentage that you did in 2000. You suck.
Seriously, y'do.
There are some who would say that I sound bitter, that now is the time for healing, to bring the nation together. Let me tell you a little story. Last night, I watched the returns come in with some friends. As the night progressed, people began to talk half-seriously about secession, a red state / blue state split. The reasoning was this: We in blue states produce the vast majority of the wealth in this country and pay the most taxes, and you in the red states receive the majority of the money from those taxes while complaining about 'em. We in the blue states are the only ones who've been attacked by foreign terrorists, yet you in the red states are gung ho to fight a war in our name. We in the blue states produce the entertainment that you consume so greedily each day, while you in the red states show open disdain for us and our values. Blue state civilians are the actual victims and targets of the war on terror, while red state civilians are the ones standing behind us and yelling "Oh, yeah!? Bring it on!"
More than 40% of you Bush voters still believe that Saddam Hussein had something to do with 9/11. I'm impressed by that, truly I am. Your sons and daughters who might die in this war know it's not true, the people in the urban centers where al Qaeda wants to attack know it's not true, but those of you who are at practically no risk believe this easy lie because you can. As part of my concession speech, let me say that I really envy that luxury. I concede that.
Healing? We, the people at risk from terrorists, the people who subsidize you, the people who speak in glowing and respectful terms about the heartland of America while that heartland insults and excoriates us... we wanted some healing. We spoke loud and clear. And you refused to give it to us, largely because of your high moral values. You knew better: America doesn't need its allies, doesn't need to share the burden, doesn't need to unite the world, doesn't need to provide for its future. Hell no. Not when it's got a human shield of pointy-headed, atheistic, unconfrontational breadwinners who are willing to pay the bills and play nice in the vain hope of winning a vote that we can never have. Because we're "morally inferior," I suppose, we are supposed to respect your values while you insult ours. And the big joke here is that for 20 years, we've done just that. It's not a "ha-ha" funny joke, I realize, but it's a joke all the same.
As well as conceding the election today, I am also announcing my candidacy for president in 2008. And I make this pledge to you today: THIS time, next time, there will be no pandering. This time I will run with all the open and joking contempt for my opponents that our President demonstrated towards the cradle of liberty, the Ivy League intellectuals, the "media elite," and the "white-wine sippers." This time I will not pretend that the simple folk of America know just as much as the people who devote their lives to serving and studying the nation and the world. They don't.
So that's why I'm asking for your vote in 2008, America. I'm talking to you, you ignorant, slack-jawed yokels, you bible-thumping, inbred drones, you redneck, racist, chest-thumping, perennially duped grade-school grads. Vote for me, because I know better, and I truly believe that I can help your smug, sorry asses.
Thank you, and may God, if he does in fact exist, bless each and every one of you."
DONATE!!!!
visit this site and adopt your very own precinct! only 10 bucks each! according to air america's randi rhodes, there were 97,000 more votes than registered voters in ohio. it's gross. visit the site and consider donating for the recount. really. i will.
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
just one of those days
when you are mentally ill and you are out in public, it's kind of like you are the walking dead; you are trying so hard not to be noticed, for no one to see that look on your face -- the look that shows you are being crushed from the inside out. but after a while of trying so hard not to be noticed, you honestly believe that you might be invisible; you begin to wonder: if i spoke, would i make any sound at all?
it's horrible having a job on days like these -- i suppose it's better for someone like me to be occupied rather than alone all day long, but it's pretty excruciating just sitting at a desk, literally counting down the hours until you can be back in the car and on the way home. i'm not kidding about the counting down, either -- i mark down the hours on a notepad on my desk starting at five hours...then it feels pretty good to just cross off each hour as it passes. or maybe it stretches out the day. i haven't completely decided yet. i'll keep you posted.
i'm now seeing proof that, no matter how pretty you may be, you can still be horribly stupid. what show can offer that? why, it's none other than Bravo's own Manhunt! these male models are not bright...and their model dates are actually just bitchy -- probably because none of them eat, they just chain smoke and say things like "no! i'm so fat! i won't eat another bite of sushi!"
then the girls take turns humoring the girl..."oh, you are not! you are sooo pretty! shut up! just eat!"
i suddenly feel a great deal better about myself.
this weekend i will be shopping for pants with the sister meg. it's time for a trip to ye olde navy for some clothings that has been assembled by people in a third-world country for poverty wages. i know, it's horrible that i shop there. however in this country we live in, i earn poverty wages, so there's my excuse. i can now sleep at night.
and i keep watching this effing show. and the boys -- although they look like they would be models and in magazine ads and are pretty in that sort of model way, none of them are interesting to look at -- a dime a dozen, really.
ooh! there is an "embedded model" in the group! sneaky bravo!
it's horrible having a job on days like these -- i suppose it's better for someone like me to be occupied rather than alone all day long, but it's pretty excruciating just sitting at a desk, literally counting down the hours until you can be back in the car and on the way home. i'm not kidding about the counting down, either -- i mark down the hours on a notepad on my desk starting at five hours...then it feels pretty good to just cross off each hour as it passes. or maybe it stretches out the day. i haven't completely decided yet. i'll keep you posted.
i'm now seeing proof that, no matter how pretty you may be, you can still be horribly stupid. what show can offer that? why, it's none other than Bravo's own Manhunt! these male models are not bright...and their model dates are actually just bitchy -- probably because none of them eat, they just chain smoke and say things like "no! i'm so fat! i won't eat another bite of sushi!"
then the girls take turns humoring the girl..."oh, you are not! you are sooo pretty! shut up! just eat!"
i suddenly feel a great deal better about myself.
this weekend i will be shopping for pants with the sister meg. it's time for a trip to ye olde navy for some clothings that has been assembled by people in a third-world country for poverty wages. i know, it's horrible that i shop there. however in this country we live in, i earn poverty wages, so there's my excuse. i can now sleep at night.
and i keep watching this effing show. and the boys -- although they look like they would be models and in magazine ads and are pretty in that sort of model way, none of them are interesting to look at -- a dime a dozen, really.
ooh! there is an "embedded model" in the group! sneaky bravo!
lunchtime blog
today's laundry list of complaints (b/c i'm in a foul mood)
- my lunch: ramen noodle co. went the wrong way with their chili-lime concoction. and, it stained my shirt.
- my turtleneck: feels too constricting on every damn part of me.
- my jeans/belt: not enough belt loops to keep belt where it needs to be; the pants still sink and the belt stays on my waist -- it's just not right. but to go without a belt would be a damn guarantee of pant sinkage.
- my commute to work: soul-sucking.
- my brain -- it just won't function properly-- i don't even mean function at peak performance, i just mean not feel all crazy and stuff.
- my computer at work: a pc running windows 98 that crashes during photoshop and pagemaker.
- pagemaker: the simple fact that this program is still in use. it almost makes me wish for quark. not quark 6, but quark 4. quark 6 is evil.
- my lunch break: it's now 1 p.m. and my break is over.
shite.
- my lunch: ramen noodle co. went the wrong way with their chili-lime concoction. and, it stained my shirt.
- my turtleneck: feels too constricting on every damn part of me.
- my jeans/belt: not enough belt loops to keep belt where it needs to be; the pants still sink and the belt stays on my waist -- it's just not right. but to go without a belt would be a damn guarantee of pant sinkage.
- my commute to work: soul-sucking.
- my brain -- it just won't function properly-- i don't even mean function at peak performance, i just mean not feel all crazy and stuff.
- my computer at work: a pc running windows 98 that crashes during photoshop and pagemaker.
- pagemaker: the simple fact that this program is still in use. it almost makes me wish for quark. not quark 6, but quark 4. quark 6 is evil.
- my lunch break: it's now 1 p.m. and my break is over.
shite.
Monday, November 08, 2004
snazzy titles!!!
Operation Phantom Fury?
You are fucking kidding me....i just, i mean, i don't even know how to respond to that! do they think them up solely to entertain those responsible for making news graphics? jeez.....
happy birthday to mr. terry walker today, he's now hit the magic 30 -- six months and one day left for me....
You are fucking kidding me....i just, i mean, i don't even know how to respond to that! do they think them up solely to entertain those responsible for making news graphics? jeez.....
happy birthday to mr. terry walker today, he's now hit the magic 30 -- six months and one day left for me....
Saturday, November 06, 2004
sucked into TLC
i'm watching the show "while you were out" because i feel a little brain dead. it's a celebrity episode starring shannon elizabeth. and the host is gushing like a schoolboy around her -- it's pretty embarassing. and she's kind of bossy and picky and whiny.
okay, this host is pretty shameless..."i'm at shannon elizabeth's house!" nice. i hope she realizes that the host has masturbatory fantasies about her.
tonight the young mister walker will be having a birthday-type event at a nearby bowling alley (go Sun Ray Lanes!!!) -- he'll be 30 on the 8th of this month -- so we'll be showing our "stuff" on the lanes tonight. maybe terry will take pity on my poor skills and put in those gutter bumpers that they use for little kids.
okay, this host is pretty shameless..."i'm at shannon elizabeth's house!" nice. i hope she realizes that the host has masturbatory fantasies about her.
tonight the young mister walker will be having a birthday-type event at a nearby bowling alley (go Sun Ray Lanes!!!) -- he'll be 30 on the 8th of this month -- so we'll be showing our "stuff" on the lanes tonight. maybe terry will take pity on my poor skills and put in those gutter bumpers that they use for little kids.
crapola.
yeah, i have a feeling we'll be hearing about more cases of THIS in the coming days.
oh, i'll bet it's just that darn "liberal" media trying to undermine the will of the people! the people have spoken (sometimes, thanks to Diebold, more than once)! bush earned capital! he intends to spend that capital!
craaaaaaap!
it's an early saturday morning here in the larson/hansen/geffre household. the abster is up and playing with her barbies. still trying to understand why that necessitates ME being up, but that's the funny thing about kids: they like you with them.
oh, i'll bet it's just that darn "liberal" media trying to undermine the will of the people! the people have spoken (sometimes, thanks to Diebold, more than once)! bush earned capital! he intends to spend that capital!
craaaaaaap!
it's an early saturday morning here in the larson/hansen/geffre household. the abster is up and playing with her barbies. still trying to understand why that necessitates ME being up, but that's the funny thing about kids: they like you with them.
Friday, November 05, 2004
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
and a props goes out to...
chris for this handy-dandy little link, just in case you are feeling really rough about the election.
i might throw up a little.
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
and still waiting....
ohio!!!! come on!!!!! for f**ks sake!!!!! get it moving for kerry!!!!!
i should not be watching this. ugh. i have the sneaking suspicion that if, god forbid, bush wins, the people will take to the streets... if bush thought he had a hard first inaugural trek to the white house, imagine what will happen if he tries again...
and it was a little disheartening seeing jon stewart look so dismayed -- makes me wish i had purchased tequila. however kerry did just win pennsylvania, so that's good. please, please bring it, ohio!!!!! and wisconsin??? you're a damn party state...how much more liberal can you get???
i should not be watching this. ugh. i have the sneaking suspicion that if, god forbid, bush wins, the people will take to the streets... if bush thought he had a hard first inaugural trek to the white house, imagine what will happen if he tries again...
and it was a little disheartening seeing jon stewart look so dismayed -- makes me wish i had purchased tequila. however kerry did just win pennsylvania, so that's good. please, please bring it, ohio!!!!! and wisconsin??? you're a damn party state...how much more liberal can you get???
and we wait...
we are watching the daily show's "prelude to a recount" and enjoying jon stewart a great deal. now we're waiting on the swing states and by god, i'm still excited and cautiously optimistic but nervous... al sharpton has the best zingers i've ever seen!
to be continued........
to be continued........
Monday, November 01, 2004
TOMORROW IS THE DAY....
the george w. bush will start stealing the good silver and stationery from the white house.
and this is a feel-good thing to look at....
http://www.electoral-vote.com/
i'm watching the last kerry campaign rally wrap up in cleveland -- i've recently become hook on c-span -- and i'm pretty excited and fairly optimistic -- and i don't think i'm naively optimistic, either. i did, however, get a pre-recorded phone call from the folks at the Republican National Committee that blatantly came out and said the following:
"The Bush Campaign has promised that there would not be a draft. Have the Democrats promised that? Maybe that's their secret plan. What are the Democrats hiding? Vote Bush for President on Tuesday, Nov. 2."
gross! ick! crap!
wow...john kerry is getting a little bit mobbed by his adoring fans. damn, that's got to be exhausting.
a really crappy day at work -- i wasn't really trained or walked through on any of the stuff that i'm doing, so now i've put together my fourth publication -- the first being 60 pages, the second being 6 pages, the third being 40 pages -- and this one is 144 pages. it's jam packed with ads (about 60 percent ads, 40 percent edit) and there have been changes all the way through the process. today i get it back from the higher ups and there are more layout changes that i understand need to be made but, at the same time, i'm frustrated b/c my editor (she's lovely, but i'm stressed out) is giving me the impression that i should know more about their process than i actually do. so for the last two hours of my day i felt like the worst employee in the universe. that's frustrating. all in all, the changes have been made and it won't be much longer before it's etched in stone, but it's still frustrating seeing the proofs come back to me with little sticky notes on each page that needs changes...and it's literally a sea of yellow sticky notes. nearly done, but frustrating none the less. one of those "i'm not good at anything...not even my damn job" kinds of days.
now here comes the part of c-span coverage that callers on all sides phone in and give their opinion. i just don't get bush supporters. i just don't get it. is there something that i'm missing?
here's one caller's thoughts:
"unemployment is the lowest in 30 years."
that same lunatic just began describing the process of partial-birth abortion and the host cut him off! nice work, c-span man! i like the expression the host has on his face when he's got his finger on the "cut the lunatic caller's line" button.
updates on my weirdo dreams:
this is actually the second time i've dreamt about this... i'm visiting my sister at the u of m and we're in a big dorm/apartment building and at night we have to hide things we don't want stolen by some big military-type group who comes in whenever they want. we all have to travel by bus and the bus keeps driving down steep stairs that are at 90 degree angles and it feels like we'll fall forward so we all have to lean way back to keep the bus from falling over.
so that's the second "living in a police state" dream i've had. gee, what's on my mind?
i'll be going to the polls at 7 a.m. tomorrow morning in an effort to beat the rush, so we'll see how that works out. i have a lot of work to do at the office but i kind of hope it's a long, long, long line.
jon stewart is a damn genius. a DAMN GENIUS!!! DO YOU HEAR ME????? if you haven't seen tonight's daily show, download it (legally, of course!) or watch it at midnight. really. do it.
and this is a feel-good thing to look at....
http://www.electoral-vote.com/
i'm watching the last kerry campaign rally wrap up in cleveland -- i've recently become hook on c-span -- and i'm pretty excited and fairly optimistic -- and i don't think i'm naively optimistic, either. i did, however, get a pre-recorded phone call from the folks at the Republican National Committee that blatantly came out and said the following:
"The Bush Campaign has promised that there would not be a draft. Have the Democrats promised that? Maybe that's their secret plan. What are the Democrats hiding? Vote Bush for President on Tuesday, Nov. 2."
gross! ick! crap!
wow...john kerry is getting a little bit mobbed by his adoring fans. damn, that's got to be exhausting.
a really crappy day at work -- i wasn't really trained or walked through on any of the stuff that i'm doing, so now i've put together my fourth publication -- the first being 60 pages, the second being 6 pages, the third being 40 pages -- and this one is 144 pages. it's jam packed with ads (about 60 percent ads, 40 percent edit) and there have been changes all the way through the process. today i get it back from the higher ups and there are more layout changes that i understand need to be made but, at the same time, i'm frustrated b/c my editor (she's lovely, but i'm stressed out) is giving me the impression that i should know more about their process than i actually do. so for the last two hours of my day i felt like the worst employee in the universe. that's frustrating. all in all, the changes have been made and it won't be much longer before it's etched in stone, but it's still frustrating seeing the proofs come back to me with little sticky notes on each page that needs changes...and it's literally a sea of yellow sticky notes. nearly done, but frustrating none the less. one of those "i'm not good at anything...not even my damn job" kinds of days.
now here comes the part of c-span coverage that callers on all sides phone in and give their opinion. i just don't get bush supporters. i just don't get it. is there something that i'm missing?
here's one caller's thoughts:
"unemployment is the lowest in 30 years."
that same lunatic just began describing the process of partial-birth abortion and the host cut him off! nice work, c-span man! i like the expression the host has on his face when he's got his finger on the "cut the lunatic caller's line" button.
updates on my weirdo dreams:
this is actually the second time i've dreamt about this... i'm visiting my sister at the u of m and we're in a big dorm/apartment building and at night we have to hide things we don't want stolen by some big military-type group who comes in whenever they want. we all have to travel by bus and the bus keeps driving down steep stairs that are at 90 degree angles and it feels like we'll fall forward so we all have to lean way back to keep the bus from falling over.
so that's the second "living in a police state" dream i've had. gee, what's on my mind?
i'll be going to the polls at 7 a.m. tomorrow morning in an effort to beat the rush, so we'll see how that works out. i have a lot of work to do at the office but i kind of hope it's a long, long, long line.
jon stewart is a damn genius. a DAMN GENIUS!!! DO YOU HEAR ME????? if you haven't seen tonight's daily show, download it (legally, of course!) or watch it at midnight. really. do it.
Sunday, October 31, 2004
how much spent?
how much has your own state spent on the war in iraq?
visit HERE to find out.
i see a cool $3.4 billion from minnesota.....
visit HERE to find out.
i see a cool $3.4 billion from minnesota.....
when a girl gets bored...
when a girl gets bored...
Originally uploaded by kllnin.
she will use a bleaching kit to take the black out of her hair. then she'll decide she likes the change. lighter hair: kari tested, sibling approved.
Saturday, October 30, 2004
why am i watching this?
i've stumbled across the E channel and the Anna Nicole Smith show. no matter what you think of her, no matter what you think of those horrible trim spa commercials and endorsements -- holy crap, she's tiny now... i mean...holy crap. does this mean that trim spa actually works? anna nicole, if you are reading this, give me the story on this: does trim spa really work (you are traveling in the Trim Spa bus, after all), or are you barfing every meal?
maybe high fright, i said.
lowfright6
Originally uploaded by kllnin.
another "low fright" image at the haunted house...pretty sure this is what nightmares are made of.
maybe medium fright, abbey said.
lowfright4
Originally uploaded by kllnin.
so the carnival had a haunted house and they offered a "low fright" version of it, meaning they left the lights on and no one was grabbing at your from behind curtains. but some of the imagery was a bit disturbing, even when well-lit...
carnival fun
momabbeycarnival
Originally uploaded by kllnin.
abbey and i at a halloween carnival in cottage grove. she's dressed up as a witch (sans hat) and i'm dressed up as someone who needs to get more sleep.
an early morning
the child woke up with the coughs at 4 a.m. she stayed up, i stayed up. so tired it is actually causing me physical pain. will be working at the kerry/edwards phone bank tomorrow from 2 to 5, which kicks ass b/c i'll have a chance to meet and/or chat with elizabeth edwards -- could be interesting. i become oddly starstruck with people who are not technically "stars" (depending on your definition, i suppose) and i have the tendency to either come down with verbal diaharrea (did i spell that right? i'm not in the habit of spelling that, i guess) and speak nonstop or go to the other extreme and lose all communication abilities. or maybe i'll tell her that i nominated her husband for Boyfriend of the Week on an alternate blog that i do with a young miss kara luger (K Rawk) -- it's seldom updated b/c i've not time to do too many things in a day, but you can check it out at www.karakari.blogspot.com.
http://music.netscape.com/ns/music/popquiz/popstar.jsp?varN=1&score=0
click and find out what pop star you are. it told me i was jessica simpson. i'm not quite sure how to handle that, so i think the best course of action would be whiskey.
for some reason i can't find the link button on this screen, which explains why i'm pasting in links. i'm using Safari for my internet and i think some bugs are still apparent. anyone else have this problem with Safari and Blogger?
i have a tornado dream about once a week. in the dream i'm in the community room at the apartment complex my grandparents lived in and the walls are made out of glass and there is a tornado outside in every direction, and i'm always taking cover but i'm not really scared, i'm just amazed that no one else is taking cover under a table like i am.
anyone analyze dreams?
i also have dreams that i'm losing my teeth. the dreams involve me having a mouthful of teeth that have fallen out of place, have crumbled or have just become very loose. in the dream i keep biting down, trying to keep them in the same spots but it's completely in vain.
am watching a W rally on C-Span. he's in new hampshire and i'm more interested in how his wife watches what he says and does. according the W, the oval office is a shrine to democracy...walking in there can be awe-inspiring. i now have an image of W, going to work every day (or really, once a week or so) and always having the same dumb, awe-inspired look on his manchild face.
still watching laura's expression -- she has her arms folded on her lap and she is stoking her right forearm with her left hand. is she in pain? does she suffer from the heartbreak of eczema? she really loves him and he adores her. but he would be a much better neighbor down the block who owned a hardware store and would let you run a tab. but no, he's the "war prezdent."
okay, so i saw john edwards speak and he had neither a podium nor a written speech. and i don't recall seeing any kerry footage of a podium and a written speech. yet here is manchild bush with both podium and a speech he's reading. do kerry and edwards memorize, or are they just functional people who can think spontaneously while spontaneous words from bush are just embarassing?
paul (joe@joe-mammy.com) mentioned on his blog that he doesn't think the world has changed, but that we are seeing a little bit more of how things work. i don't know one way or the other, but i think the real point is that if the world has always been this corrupt, i'm glad we're taking notice. just b/c it's always been this way doesn't mean it needs to stay this way.
okay, bush was just caught off guard from a prematurely exploding confetti cannon. funny.
"my determination is wrong -- strong, my determination is strong." nice freudian slip, george. however the carefully screened crowd would never take issue with that.
so i've seen "veterans for kerry" and "women for kerry" signs, but this is the first time i've seen "doctors for bush" on a sign. and bush just hugged a small child dressed up as an elephant. and i'm sure he's a great babysitter. i know how much he enjoyed listening to kids read "my pet goat" on 9/11. which, by the way, osama, in the newly-released video, notes, making reference to bush sitting in the classroom and doing nothing, giving extra time for the destruction to occur. according to the video, the terrorists were planning on a 20 minute attack, b/c they thought there would be military action before too long. nope, not in our country! we'll tell them to stand down and wait it out. we'll sit in a classroom and look panicked while a situation goes from bad to worse.
i think that's my rant.
okay, one final thought to close out the world's longest blog entry: kerry has taken to saying that he's got our back. and i think i'm perfectly okay with that.
http://music.netscape.com/ns/music/popquiz/popstar.jsp?varN=1&score=0
click and find out what pop star you are. it told me i was jessica simpson. i'm not quite sure how to handle that, so i think the best course of action would be whiskey.
for some reason i can't find the link button on this screen, which explains why i'm pasting in links. i'm using Safari for my internet and i think some bugs are still apparent. anyone else have this problem with Safari and Blogger?
i have a tornado dream about once a week. in the dream i'm in the community room at the apartment complex my grandparents lived in and the walls are made out of glass and there is a tornado outside in every direction, and i'm always taking cover but i'm not really scared, i'm just amazed that no one else is taking cover under a table like i am.
anyone analyze dreams?
i also have dreams that i'm losing my teeth. the dreams involve me having a mouthful of teeth that have fallen out of place, have crumbled or have just become very loose. in the dream i keep biting down, trying to keep them in the same spots but it's completely in vain.
am watching a W rally on C-Span. he's in new hampshire and i'm more interested in how his wife watches what he says and does. according the W, the oval office is a shrine to democracy...walking in there can be awe-inspiring. i now have an image of W, going to work every day (or really, once a week or so) and always having the same dumb, awe-inspired look on his manchild face.
still watching laura's expression -- she has her arms folded on her lap and she is stoking her right forearm with her left hand. is she in pain? does she suffer from the heartbreak of eczema? she really loves him and he adores her. but he would be a much better neighbor down the block who owned a hardware store and would let you run a tab. but no, he's the "war prezdent."
okay, so i saw john edwards speak and he had neither a podium nor a written speech. and i don't recall seeing any kerry footage of a podium and a written speech. yet here is manchild bush with both podium and a speech he's reading. do kerry and edwards memorize, or are they just functional people who can think spontaneously while spontaneous words from bush are just embarassing?
paul (joe@joe-mammy.com) mentioned on his blog that he doesn't think the world has changed, but that we are seeing a little bit more of how things work. i don't know one way or the other, but i think the real point is that if the world has always been this corrupt, i'm glad we're taking notice. just b/c it's always been this way doesn't mean it needs to stay this way.
okay, bush was just caught off guard from a prematurely exploding confetti cannon. funny.
"my determination is wrong -- strong, my determination is strong." nice freudian slip, george. however the carefully screened crowd would never take issue with that.
so i've seen "veterans for kerry" and "women for kerry" signs, but this is the first time i've seen "doctors for bush" on a sign. and bush just hugged a small child dressed up as an elephant. and i'm sure he's a great babysitter. i know how much he enjoyed listening to kids read "my pet goat" on 9/11. which, by the way, osama, in the newly-released video, notes, making reference to bush sitting in the classroom and doing nothing, giving extra time for the destruction to occur. according to the video, the terrorists were planning on a 20 minute attack, b/c they thought there would be military action before too long. nope, not in our country! we'll tell them to stand down and wait it out. we'll sit in a classroom and look panicked while a situation goes from bad to worse.
i think that's my rant.
okay, one final thought to close out the world's longest blog entry: kerry has taken to saying that he's got our back. and i think i'm perfectly okay with that.
Thursday, October 28, 2004
an update
....and she's still awake...... it may be a long night. she has a little pretend knitting kit. i told her i'd ground her if i saw her doing anything besides sleeping. she came into my room, knitting in hand and here is the conversation:
"mom, i'm only knitting because i'm bored."
she was bored. NOT SLEEPING. bored. if i'm bored the first damn thing i want to do is sleep; when i was 8 i don't think i'd ever consider sleeping a good thing, however hindsight is 20/20 and if i knew then what i knew now...let's just say that i would never have fought to stay up and watch Cagney and Lacy all those nights.
and she's STILL ROAMING AROUND. damn.
"mom, i'm only knitting because i'm bored."
she was bored. NOT SLEEPING. bored. if i'm bored the first damn thing i want to do is sleep; when i was 8 i don't think i'd ever consider sleeping a good thing, however hindsight is 20/20 and if i knew then what i knew now...let's just say that i would never have fought to stay up and watch Cagney and Lacy all those nights.
and she's STILL ROAMING AROUND. damn.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
a baby boy!
my sister amy had a baby boy on the early morning of oct. 26 -- a wee lad named Jack! hurrah! watch for a picture or two posted of the boy...
Monday, October 25, 2004
hairy food, ibooks and more
ibooks are pretty. especially when they are yours.
hairy food is bad, but not as bad when the hair is yours.
my sad cheese sandwich fell prey to my locks. i found the hair whilst eating. the thought of it makes me want to purge. have since tossed sandwich into the garbage and will be sustained only by a small bag of doritos, an apple and a can of coke. and maybe a can of a&w. and cigarettes. wow, when i look at it that way, i really have it made!
my older sister is at the hospital today, enjoying the fruits of her labor. wait. no, she's just IN LABOR. so the fourth marble/larson child will be among us soon. and for those of you in the twin cities metro area, i'm chewing on the idea of having people over on election night to either share in the victory or weep in the face of defeat. or drink in the face of defeat. wait, we could drink either way. anyhow, email me for directions, info, etc.
it's now time for the cigaratte, and then i shall follow that with the EXCITING production of The Georgia Peace Officers Magazine.
hairy food is bad, but not as bad when the hair is yours.
my sad cheese sandwich fell prey to my locks. i found the hair whilst eating. the thought of it makes me want to purge. have since tossed sandwich into the garbage and will be sustained only by a small bag of doritos, an apple and a can of coke. and maybe a can of a&w. and cigarettes. wow, when i look at it that way, i really have it made!
my older sister is at the hospital today, enjoying the fruits of her labor. wait. no, she's just IN LABOR. so the fourth marble/larson child will be among us soon. and for those of you in the twin cities metro area, i'm chewing on the idea of having people over on election night to either share in the victory or weep in the face of defeat. or drink in the face of defeat. wait, we could drink either way. anyhow, email me for directions, info, etc.
it's now time for the cigaratte, and then i shall follow that with the EXCITING production of The Georgia Peace Officers Magazine.
Sunday, October 24, 2004
another 1 a.m. post
an al pacino movie is on -- not entirely sure what it is. mr. terry walker came over this evening and we took in a couple episodes of "scariest places on earth." all in all some decent creepy fun with narration courtesy of the psychic lady from the poltergeist movies and hosted by none other than Linda "Split Pea Soup Vomit" Blair. Nice...
on a really crappy note, i have to send this blasted laptop back AGAIN! that's right! return #4, original problem of the adapter not staying plugged in. i move slightly, it drops right out. i'm horribly irritated.
should condi rice really be making speeches? she's so horrible. i can't imagine waking up every day and being condi rice -- living a life of total fabrication, secrecy and hypocrisy. no more fox news tonight. onto animal planet.
so...my plans for halloween-inspired movies to watch (and feel free to chime in any suggestions):
1. Halloween
2. Halloween H20
3. Evil Dead Trilogy (or, at the very least,Dead 2 w/commentary)
4. Nightmare on Elm Street
6. Dawn of the Dead (original and remake)
any other suggestions?
oh! my older sister is about to have a fourth babyyyyy! she'll be going in on monday a.m. to have labor induced, so i'll be staying out in eagan tomorrow night and possibly some of monday -- help out with the other wee tots, pace the floor expectantly, things like that. crap..i need to sleep.
on a really crappy note, i have to send this blasted laptop back AGAIN! that's right! return #4, original problem of the adapter not staying plugged in. i move slightly, it drops right out. i'm horribly irritated.
should condi rice really be making speeches? she's so horrible. i can't imagine waking up every day and being condi rice -- living a life of total fabrication, secrecy and hypocrisy. no more fox news tonight. onto animal planet.
so...my plans for halloween-inspired movies to watch (and feel free to chime in any suggestions):
1. Halloween
2. Halloween H20
3. Evil Dead Trilogy (or, at the very least,Dead 2 w/commentary)
4. Nightmare on Elm Street
6. Dawn of the Dead (original and remake)
any other suggestions?
oh! my older sister is about to have a fourth babyyyyy! she'll be going in on monday a.m. to have labor induced, so i'll be staying out in eagan tomorrow night and possibly some of monday -- help out with the other wee tots, pace the floor expectantly, things like that. crap..i need to sleep.
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Thursday, October 21, 2004
joke of the day
Props to Al Franken for this goody:
What's the difference between Vietnam and Iraq?
Bush had a plan to get out of Vietnam.
(ba-dum-bump!)
What's the difference between Vietnam and Iraq?
Bush had a plan to get out of Vietnam.
(ba-dum-bump!)
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
FINALLY!
if you look closely at the time you will see that i am not blogging during a lunch hour which can mean only one thing.....MY LAPTOP IS FINALLY FREAKING BACK AND REPAIRED. i think. time will tell. but that took WAY too fucking long.
and now i'm doing abbey-related things, but i shall blog again later. because i can from the comfort of a chair. hurrah!
and now i'm doing abbey-related things, but i shall blog again later. because i can from the comfort of a chair. hurrah!
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
f**king emachines...
still w/out laptop, so the blogs are few and far between. but watch THIS immediately, and props to c.george for the link.
and after that, try to watch the opening part of monday night's Daily Show w/Jon Stewart. it's a gooden.
we have also acquired "going upriver," the documentary about john kerry, so if anyone would like to see it lemme know... we're trying to spread it around to anyone who might be "indecided" at this point.
more blogging later...
and after that, try to watch the opening part of monday night's Daily Show w/Jon Stewart. it's a gooden.
we have also acquired "going upriver," the documentary about john kerry, so if anyone would like to see it lemme know... we're trying to spread it around to anyone who might be "indecided" at this point.
more blogging later...
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
unwell
at home today. sleep, medicate, repeat. watched a few daily shows online that i missed, most notable, the bill o'reilly episode -- a good watch and when o'reilly is off of his creepy Fox news highhorse, it's somewhat entertaining. saw john edwards on sunday in maple grove and it was a nice little boost of "maybe we won't be on our way to hell in a handbasket after all" feeling. the music before the rally was great, highlighted by twisted sister's "we're not gonna take it." and now i hope that song is stuck in your head the way it's been stuck in mine for two days.
hope to be feeling better soon -- would like to go into work today, as being at home right now feels too much like the spell of unemployment did. except i know that tomorrow i have someplace to go with things to do, and before i could only look forward to another day of "well, guess i'll look on monster.com in vain again."
i miss my laptop. down with emachines! i got it back after my second repair attempt to find that no, they did not fix what needed fixing, but they charged the battery. which has since been used up. so this time, while awaiting a shipping box from them, i sticky-taped a few arrows pointing to the problem and wrote a note stating the EXACT problem. and if this one doesn't work, on the THIRD attempt, i shall revolt. revolt in a manner of "SEND ME A DIFFERENT LAPTOP THAT I WILL BE ABLE TO SELL AND USE THE PROCEEDS TO BUY A MAC, PLEASE."
(i was so spirited that i used all caps. now you know i'm serious.)
maybe the emachines people will read this and see the error of their ways. maybe they will think, "hmm...she may never buy one again. she will tell all of her friends not to buy one. maybe we should rethink our repair work."
however b/c i've been calling them so oft, one of their little survey callers called yesterday and asked me to rate the repair service, the time on hold, and what i thought of the product. i was more than happy to share with her that no, there was little or no chance of me EVER buying an emachine ever again and that no, there was little or no chance of me EVER recommending one to a friend. EVER.
anyone got a mac laptop to sell?
here are some quotes i've heard over the past few days:
"I might kills you for a sandwich."
-dustin, while we waited in a very, very long line to see john edwards on sunday.
"Some look at a glass and see it as half full while others look at a glass and say... it's a dragon."
-the daily show's jon stewart in response to the bush administration's statement that the Duhlfer (sp?) report actually JUSTIFIED the war in Iraq.
"Too many good docs are getting out of the business. Too many OB/GYN's aren't able to practice their love with women all across the country." --George W. Bush, Sept. 6, 2004, Poplar Bluff, Mo.
"I didn't join the International Criminal Court because I don't want to put our troops in the hands of prosecutors from other nations. Look, if somebody has done some wrong in our military, we'll take care of it. We got plenty of capability of dealing with justice." -- George W. Bush, Niceville, Fla., Aug. 10, 2004
(and i'm noticing most of these are from W. hmmm....but here is another:)
"As you know, these are open forums, you're able to come and listen to what I have to say." --George W. Bush, 10.28.03.
(UNLESS YOU ARE WEARING A KERRY PIN OR WON'T SIGN THE LOYALTY OATH. THEN YOU ARE JUST SCREWED.)
and now i must sleep, medicate, repeat.
hope to be feeling better soon -- would like to go into work today, as being at home right now feels too much like the spell of unemployment did. except i know that tomorrow i have someplace to go with things to do, and before i could only look forward to another day of "well, guess i'll look on monster.com in vain again."
i miss my laptop. down with emachines! i got it back after my second repair attempt to find that no, they did not fix what needed fixing, but they charged the battery. which has since been used up. so this time, while awaiting a shipping box from them, i sticky-taped a few arrows pointing to the problem and wrote a note stating the EXACT problem. and if this one doesn't work, on the THIRD attempt, i shall revolt. revolt in a manner of "SEND ME A DIFFERENT LAPTOP THAT I WILL BE ABLE TO SELL AND USE THE PROCEEDS TO BUY A MAC, PLEASE."
(i was so spirited that i used all caps. now you know i'm serious.)
maybe the emachines people will read this and see the error of their ways. maybe they will think, "hmm...she may never buy one again. she will tell all of her friends not to buy one. maybe we should rethink our repair work."
however b/c i've been calling them so oft, one of their little survey callers called yesterday and asked me to rate the repair service, the time on hold, and what i thought of the product. i was more than happy to share with her that no, there was little or no chance of me EVER buying an emachine ever again and that no, there was little or no chance of me EVER recommending one to a friend. EVER.
anyone got a mac laptop to sell?
here are some quotes i've heard over the past few days:
"I might kills you for a sandwich."
-dustin, while we waited in a very, very long line to see john edwards on sunday.
"Some look at a glass and see it as half full while others look at a glass and say... it's a dragon."
-the daily show's jon stewart in response to the bush administration's statement that the Duhlfer (sp?) report actually JUSTIFIED the war in Iraq.
"Too many good docs are getting out of the business. Too many OB/GYN's aren't able to practice their love with women all across the country." --George W. Bush, Sept. 6, 2004, Poplar Bluff, Mo.
"I didn't join the International Criminal Court because I don't want to put our troops in the hands of prosecutors from other nations. Look, if somebody has done some wrong in our military, we'll take care of it. We got plenty of capability of dealing with justice." -- George W. Bush, Niceville, Fla., Aug. 10, 2004
(and i'm noticing most of these are from W. hmmm....but here is another:)
"As you know, these are open forums, you're able to come and listen to what I have to say." --George W. Bush, 10.28.03.
(UNLESS YOU ARE WEARING A KERRY PIN OR WON'T SIGN THE LOYALTY OATH. THEN YOU ARE JUST SCREWED.)
and now i must sleep, medicate, repeat.
Friday, October 08, 2004
Lonestar Iconoclast
Okay, so the Crawford, TX newspaper, the Iconoclast, has endorsed Kerry and the backlash has come in the tune of this 900+ circulation newspaper to lose over 50 percent of their subscriptions... this is detrimental to the survival of this newspaper so i'm urging everyone to subscribe to this paper... read the EDITORIAL in question and if you want to help save the Bush hometown paper that is going against the grain, check out their site at www.iconoclast-texas.com. It's 45 clams a year to subscribe and it's a small town paper fighting the good fight with a clean conscience.
Thursday, October 07, 2004
October Surprise, anyone?
Kerry is leading in the polls... ALL the proof is officially in that there was no WMD reason to go to Iraq....and now a new warning.... gosh, who saw that coming?
What are your guesses for an October surprise?
What are your guesses for an October surprise?
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
what's that, dick cheney?
you said to check the www.factcheck.com site for truth about Halliburton? okay....i'll check that site.....
HOLY CRAPOLA!!!
visit www.factcheck.com immediately!!!!
HOLY CRAPOLA!!!
visit www.factcheck.com immediately!!!!
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
creamy chicken ramen...
...was my lunch today. a pleasant ramen surprise. i'm listening happily to the Al Franken Show on Air America -- his show is on tour and today is in mpls. and freakin' MICHAEL STIPE will be on shortly. i think. hopefully i didn't miss it.
i'm really sick of the medication. really sick of being tired but it is working and i guess it's a bit of a trade off -- sanity for physical energy. as long as i have the energy to blog, isn't that what matters?
have to get ye olde knee checked out-- officially noting that i am, in fact, getting older. if i have to make a noise in order to walk downstairs (i.e., "eek!" or "aah!"), might be time to see a medic.
MEDIC!
where do you think gwbush will be working in january? will halliburton hire him as a "thank you" for all the work received? i'm getting more and more confident that he will NOT be re-elected. al franken gives some really nice "rallying the troops" kind of speeches that are a mixture of howard dean's kick ass barbaric yalp and paul wellstone's wondrous rants. it's nice to hear.
so i went to planned parenthood to pick up some pills. and, for the record, whenever i go to ANY doctor's appt., i cover my scarred little forearms -- it's just wise. but on this occasion i had to tell them other medication i am on and what it's for. well you think there's a social stigma against anti-depressants? try mumbling out the word "anti-psychotic" in a nonchalant manner -- and then wait for the repercussion of that. wait for the nurse to start speaking more slowly for some reason. wait for her to start speaking in a louder voice, for her to act as though, at any given moment, you'll start lashing out with your fist b/c, after all, you must be psychotic to take an anti-psychotic. so that really was depressing. and, in my usual borderline manner, i went in there a supporter of planned parenthood and i came out vowing never to go back to that clinic. nuts.
i'm cutting down on smoking -- only one half a cig on monday, one today (thus far) and we'll see how that goes.
i'm really sick of the medication. really sick of being tired but it is working and i guess it's a bit of a trade off -- sanity for physical energy. as long as i have the energy to blog, isn't that what matters?
have to get ye olde knee checked out-- officially noting that i am, in fact, getting older. if i have to make a noise in order to walk downstairs (i.e., "eek!" or "aah!"), might be time to see a medic.
MEDIC!
where do you think gwbush will be working in january? will halliburton hire him as a "thank you" for all the work received? i'm getting more and more confident that he will NOT be re-elected. al franken gives some really nice "rallying the troops" kind of speeches that are a mixture of howard dean's kick ass barbaric yalp and paul wellstone's wondrous rants. it's nice to hear.
so i went to planned parenthood to pick up some pills. and, for the record, whenever i go to ANY doctor's appt., i cover my scarred little forearms -- it's just wise. but on this occasion i had to tell them other medication i am on and what it's for. well you think there's a social stigma against anti-depressants? try mumbling out the word "anti-psychotic" in a nonchalant manner -- and then wait for the repercussion of that. wait for the nurse to start speaking more slowly for some reason. wait for her to start speaking in a louder voice, for her to act as though, at any given moment, you'll start lashing out with your fist b/c, after all, you must be psychotic to take an anti-psychotic. so that really was depressing. and, in my usual borderline manner, i went in there a supporter of planned parenthood and i came out vowing never to go back to that clinic. nuts.
i'm cutting down on smoking -- only one half a cig on monday, one today (thus far) and we'll see how that goes.
Friday, October 01, 2004
Sweet, sweet Guardian!
I love this news source. And I like the tone of this article, why can't we have a Guardian here?
A good night overall!
check out Dustin's Blog, as it will pretty much sum up the debates and the overall reaction that he and i had. sadly at 5:08 a.m., i'm not very articulate. i fell asleep whilst putting the wee tot to bed and then woke up at a quarter to four, unable to sleep again. i showered, i shaved, i plucked my eyebrows (not all of them, just a few unruly rascals), i drank a yoplait breakfast smoothie that has since left a foul taste in my mouth, i checked some blog -- generally i've accomplished everything i needed to do before i leave for work in TWO HOURS. not enough time to sleep and be able to wake up alright, too much time to blog about stuff that doesn't really matter (eyebrows? smoothie?). what's a girl to do?
a girl is to watch RENO 911!
a girl is to watch RENO 911!
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