on the topic of a soundtrack, the following is a list of songs that would be on the soundtrack of me, if i were a movie. and this would be a 2-disc set, also.
1. the wretched by nine inch nails
2. dry the rain by the beta band
3. protest by skinny puppy
4. sheela na gig by pj harvey
5. kid fears by indigo girls
6. darkness by peter gabriel
7. fragile by nine inch nails
8. fuck and run by liz phair
9. fade into you by mazzy star
10. let go by frou frou
11. such great heights by iron & wine
12. gave up by nin
13. precious things by tori amos
14. the magnificent 7 by the clash
15. for sure by tiger trap
16. it had to be you by billie holiday
17. i wanna be sedated by the ramones
18. get the time by the descendants
that's where it's at for now. more to be added at a later time.
and you? what's on your soundtrack?
Sunday, January 30, 2005
the actor's studio
i'm watching the actor's studio on bravo and although james liptom can sometimes make me feel like i'm being rubbed with a cheese grater, robert redford is on and when asked by james lipton "what turns you on?", he replied "you." that's good fun.
the students are now asking bob redford questions and he is so gracious and it's funny, b/c he has the ability to make EVERY woman (and probably many men) just blush when he speaks to them. there's just something about him.
dustin is listening to rap music right now and it creates an interesting soundtrack when i'm doing things that are pretty calm, like folding laundry or, like right now, blogging.
i'll find my foot tapping or my head sort of nodding and then i wonder "what do the words say?" and i realize i don't really care at that moment in time, it's just nice to have a soundtrack.
the students are now asking bob redford questions and he is so gracious and it's funny, b/c he has the ability to make EVERY woman (and probably many men) just blush when he speaks to them. there's just something about him.
dustin is listening to rap music right now and it creates an interesting soundtrack when i'm doing things that are pretty calm, like folding laundry or, like right now, blogging.
i'll find my foot tapping or my head sort of nodding and then i wonder "what do the words say?" and i realize i don't really care at that moment in time, it's just nice to have a soundtrack.
lasso puppy
lasso puppy
Originally uploaded by kllnin.
the dog enjoys playing with anything that could be used for tug o' war...rope, socks, christmas ornaments, what have you...
Friday, January 28, 2005
day of achey noggin
migranes suck arse. the pain of mine only (only?) lasted about 11 hours, so i guess i have THAT to be happy about. the pleasant side effects of weird colored lines in my vision came on early and were the last to leave -- nothing like poor vision when driving your child to a birthday party on the verge of rush hour traffic.
so i was at home today, missing work hours that i really can't afford to be missing, but there is nothing to be done about that.
tis now nearly the 9 o'clock hour and abbey is working on a spool knitting project.
i've begun knitting. and not with a spool kit, but with real, grown-up, shiny blue metal knitting needles. i can now cast on (did i mention this all in a previous post? i don't remember) and do some stitching, however i can't keep my little knits loose enough, and pretty soon it's all really, really tight and really, really difficult to get past six rows.
suggestions, anyone? would a bigger gauge needle help? are there knitting support groups out there?
"hi, my name is kari, and my knitting is too tight."
"hi kari!"
applause follows. there are some women with tear-stained faces, some men looking very ashamed. people are drinking watered-down coffee and chain smoking marlboro reds. we all have name tags on.
maybe my man hands are just not knit-friendly. maybe i should try crochet. wait, that may not be the solution. maybe just stacking bricks is better for my dexterity (or lack thereof).
i definitely think that having something to keep me occupied in the manner that knitting does is good for the non-smoking effort.
i think in the morning i'm going to make french toast for breakfast. DRATS! no eggs in the house, and i'm lazy. crunchberries it is.
the dog is doing well, and i shall soon post another -- hang on, i'm watching "fairly odd parents" with abbey now, and there is a bit on the show that, only with the aid of fairy god parents could north and south dakota get past their differences and consolidate into one state, DAKOTA, thus leaving the flag with one less star.
okay, i digress. i shall soon post a few more photos of the dog, how the "dogs and cats, living together" (name what movie that quote came from!) situation is progressing.
but why do dogs chew on plastic? why is that? any kind of plastic and dixie is all over it.
i have a great deal of energy now that the headache is gone, which explains this REALLY LONG AND UNIMPORTANT blog post. there is something really exhilarating about pain in the sense that once the pain is gone, you feel freakin' amazing.
my dream last night: bizarre. i woke up at three with the headache and, upon falling back to sleep, dreamt about having a headache, in addition to there being big grizzly bears in our house. two bears, actually, and they kept taking swipes at all of us as we ran from room to room. and we had a rifle but no shotgun shells to use to get rid of them, which is bizarre, b/c even if there were bears in my house, i wouldn't shoot them. i'd offer them tea and cake and a lift home. but no gunfire.
anyhow, without shotgun shells and with a throbbing headache, i took the dog for a walk but had no leash, so i had to walk for blocks while holding onto dixie's collar so she would not run away. when i found a leash for sale, it was only 35 cents, which is a steal if you've ever shopped for leashes. then we were walking home but i kept taking what i thought were shortcuts home, but every yard i walked through was blocked off by a big wall or on the edge of a cliff and i couldn't find my way home. and all the time a big effing' headache.
so that was my dream. that's the first time i dreamt about bears being loose in my house. usually my dreams are in the following order:
2 days a week -- teeth falling out.
1 day a week -- tornado.
1 time a month -- we live in a weird military state and have to ride in buses that drive up and down 90 degree angle hills.
the other dreams i usually don't recall, but those are my staples, if you will.
i can tell i've not blogged much lately b/c for some reason i can't be stopped right now.
except to let the dog outside, b/c she's not capable of opening a door, attaching her chain and letting herself back in. she's trained but not that trained.
so i was at home today, missing work hours that i really can't afford to be missing, but there is nothing to be done about that.
tis now nearly the 9 o'clock hour and abbey is working on a spool knitting project.
i've begun knitting. and not with a spool kit, but with real, grown-up, shiny blue metal knitting needles. i can now cast on (did i mention this all in a previous post? i don't remember) and do some stitching, however i can't keep my little knits loose enough, and pretty soon it's all really, really tight and really, really difficult to get past six rows.
suggestions, anyone? would a bigger gauge needle help? are there knitting support groups out there?
"hi, my name is kari, and my knitting is too tight."
"hi kari!"
applause follows. there are some women with tear-stained faces, some men looking very ashamed. people are drinking watered-down coffee and chain smoking marlboro reds. we all have name tags on.
maybe my man hands are just not knit-friendly. maybe i should try crochet. wait, that may not be the solution. maybe just stacking bricks is better for my dexterity (or lack thereof).
i definitely think that having something to keep me occupied in the manner that knitting does is good for the non-smoking effort.
i think in the morning i'm going to make french toast for breakfast. DRATS! no eggs in the house, and i'm lazy. crunchberries it is.
the dog is doing well, and i shall soon post another -- hang on, i'm watching "fairly odd parents" with abbey now, and there is a bit on the show that, only with the aid of fairy god parents could north and south dakota get past their differences and consolidate into one state, DAKOTA, thus leaving the flag with one less star.
okay, i digress. i shall soon post a few more photos of the dog, how the "dogs and cats, living together" (name what movie that quote came from!) situation is progressing.
but why do dogs chew on plastic? why is that? any kind of plastic and dixie is all over it.
i have a great deal of energy now that the headache is gone, which explains this REALLY LONG AND UNIMPORTANT blog post. there is something really exhilarating about pain in the sense that once the pain is gone, you feel freakin' amazing.
my dream last night: bizarre. i woke up at three with the headache and, upon falling back to sleep, dreamt about having a headache, in addition to there being big grizzly bears in our house. two bears, actually, and they kept taking swipes at all of us as we ran from room to room. and we had a rifle but no shotgun shells to use to get rid of them, which is bizarre, b/c even if there were bears in my house, i wouldn't shoot them. i'd offer them tea and cake and a lift home. but no gunfire.
anyhow, without shotgun shells and with a throbbing headache, i took the dog for a walk but had no leash, so i had to walk for blocks while holding onto dixie's collar so she would not run away. when i found a leash for sale, it was only 35 cents, which is a steal if you've ever shopped for leashes. then we were walking home but i kept taking what i thought were shortcuts home, but every yard i walked through was blocked off by a big wall or on the edge of a cliff and i couldn't find my way home. and all the time a big effing' headache.
so that was my dream. that's the first time i dreamt about bears being loose in my house. usually my dreams are in the following order:
2 days a week -- teeth falling out.
1 day a week -- tornado.
1 time a month -- we live in a weird military state and have to ride in buses that drive up and down 90 degree angle hills.
the other dreams i usually don't recall, but those are my staples, if you will.
i can tell i've not blogged much lately b/c for some reason i can't be stopped right now.
except to let the dog outside, b/c she's not capable of opening a door, attaching her chain and letting herself back in. she's trained but not that trained.
Thursday, January 27, 2005
movie night at our house
abbey doesn't have school tomorrow (school conference day), so we've been watching a movie. and what could that movie be? why, it's none other than "princess diaries 2: royal engagement."
me (to abbey): did you like this movie?
abbey: yeah.
me: more than the first movie?
abbey: i liked this one more than the first.
now she's got a digital thermometer in her mouth and is taking her temperature. that's the thought progression of a third-grader.
"i liked this movie. i wonder what my temp is."
things with the new dog are working pretty well -- but the oldest cat will stand in front of dixie and sort of, um...intimidate her. she won't make a noise, but she'll just stand there and probably think belitting thoughts about the dog. so then one of us have to intervene to "rescue" the 38-pound dog from the 12 pound cat.
crap. time to get ready for bed. must sleep.
me (to abbey): did you like this movie?
abbey: yeah.
me: more than the first movie?
abbey: i liked this one more than the first.
now she's got a digital thermometer in her mouth and is taking her temperature. that's the thought progression of a third-grader.
"i liked this movie. i wonder what my temp is."
things with the new dog are working pretty well -- but the oldest cat will stand in front of dixie and sort of, um...intimidate her. she won't make a noise, but she'll just stand there and probably think belitting thoughts about the dog. so then one of us have to intervene to "rescue" the 38-pound dog from the 12 pound cat.
crap. time to get ready for bed. must sleep.
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
TWO FRIGGIN' WEEKS!
TWO FRIGGIN' WEEKS!
Originally uploaded by kllnin.
that's right, homeys. two weeks. and i have now begun knitting to keep the hands busy.
two friggin' weeks! i'm 1.5 months away from the ipod shuffle...go me!
and props to my boy TERRY for hitting the two week mark, too!
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
what marriage does to people
how marriage has changed you
Originally uploaded by kllnin.
congrats to my dad and leona on their wedding! (i heart photoshop)
a handsome cat
smokyisregal
Originally uploaded by kllnin.
this used to be our cat, until our cats tormented him and he now lives with sarah m. his name is smoky and he had a portrait taken of him. i feel it's a fine portrait, however i think some added touches would be lovely.
Sunday, January 23, 2005
...but she liked the snow
abbey snow
Originally uploaded by kllnin.
abbey felt pretty good about the snowfall. good enough to possibly chuck a snowball at me as i had a digital camera in hand.
i'm delighted!
so i just turned to NBC after a day filled with episodes from season 1 of "little house on the prairie," and what's on NBC? why it's "bridget jones' diary," of course! i like this movie. i own this movie and i could watch it any old day, but since it's on the damn tv, i'll watch it now.
colin firth.
this is pretty much the only way i like to see renee zellwegger. i've not yet seen the second bridget jones movie, although i heard it was less than stellar. that's why the dollar theater exists. maybe that'll be my tuesday night thing.
can i say this again?
colin firth.
my dog is sleeping next to me on the couch for the sixth consecutive hour, which means that:
1. she's cute and funny and snoring; and
2. she'll be wide awake tonight, thus keeping us awake by playing with a cat called wanda.
oh, and the non-smoking experiment?
according to the quitplan site:
Time Smoke-Free: 11 days, 14 hours, 46 minutes and 49 seconds
Cigarettes NOT smoked: 139
Lifetime Saved: 1 day, 1 hour
Money Saved: $19.80
so there. and dustin has proclaimed that, after 2 (TWO) months of not smoking, he'll purchase for me the new ipod shuffle. huzzah!
colin firth.
this is pretty much the only way i like to see renee zellwegger. i've not yet seen the second bridget jones movie, although i heard it was less than stellar. that's why the dollar theater exists. maybe that'll be my tuesday night thing.
can i say this again?
colin firth.
my dog is sleeping next to me on the couch for the sixth consecutive hour, which means that:
1. she's cute and funny and snoring; and
2. she'll be wide awake tonight, thus keeping us awake by playing with a cat called wanda.
oh, and the non-smoking experiment?
according to the quitplan site:
Time Smoke-Free: 11 days, 14 hours, 46 minutes and 49 seconds
Cigarettes NOT smoked: 139
Lifetime Saved: 1 day, 1 hour
Money Saved: $19.80
so there. and dustin has proclaimed that, after 2 (TWO) months of not smoking, he'll purchase for me the new ipod shuffle. huzzah!
abbey with some pets
let it snow? MAKE IT STOP!
lookatallthateffingsnow
Originally uploaded by kllnin.
holy crapola. it snowed a lot on friday. a lot. i was none too happy.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
pharmaceutical commercials
oh crap, this commercial is disturbing. "enzyte," where it's for "natural male enhancement," which is FINE, but the creepy guy in the commercial has a frozen smile on his face and he looks like a psychopath.
in fact, all pharmaceutical commercials are disturbing on some level. know what i'd be willing to trade? the money spent on those effing commercials for AFFORDABLE MEDICATION. but i guess that's just the silly idealist in me.
now i'm watching a new game show on comedy central, i don't recall the title off hand, but basically they make you get your ass kicked to win a prize, then make you guess more questions to not have your prize destroyed. this moron didn't know that:
a: the gene in KISS was gene simmons; and
b: "she blinded me with science" was sung by thomas dolby.
what does this prove? that knowing too much about pop culture is not bad, and that if you win a brand new ford mustang, it won't have it's windshield smashed in by a sledgehammer.
lesson learned.
in fact, all pharmaceutical commercials are disturbing on some level. know what i'd be willing to trade? the money spent on those effing commercials for AFFORDABLE MEDICATION. but i guess that's just the silly idealist in me.
now i'm watching a new game show on comedy central, i don't recall the title off hand, but basically they make you get your ass kicked to win a prize, then make you guess more questions to not have your prize destroyed. this moron didn't know that:
a: the gene in KISS was gene simmons; and
b: "she blinded me with science" was sung by thomas dolby.
what does this prove? that knowing too much about pop culture is not bad, and that if you win a brand new ford mustang, it won't have it's windshield smashed in by a sledgehammer.
lesson learned.
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