Friday, November 30, 2007


Hey, kittens.

I've added a new blog to my roll [over there -->] that you should all go read.
It's dorky. It's funneh. It's blocked by the Evil Firewall of Doom because it's (not) a gaming site.


In other exciting news, Jeff sent me an LOLlink which I forgot to forward to my work address, but, using my AMAZING internet searching skillz, I found! YAY ME!

LOLCat Bible Translation Project

Here's Genesis 1.

And, the SuperEvangelical's Favorite, John 3:16 -

So liek teh Ceiling Cat lieks teh ppl lots and he sez 'Oh hai I givez u my only son and ifs u beleevs in him u wont evr diez no moar, k?

...the Word of Ceiling Cat for the People of Ceiling Cat*
Thanks be to Ceiling Cat.**

*This is what my dad used to say after he read a bible passage in church ... except he didn't say "Ceiling Cat."
**This is what the congregation would say in response ... except we didn't say "Ceiling Cat," either.

Seeing Stars, Autumn Edition

Some of you may remember the Summer VUBOQ-Gazing Chart.
Now, submitted for your Autumn VUBOQ-Gazing Pleasure:
Scary, huh?

Tabula Rasa

The great expanse of the weekend stretches before me with nary a plan nor a scribble to be found on my calendar, which is kind of sad in a way, but also one of those fantastic challenges that I sometimes adore: How to fill my days with stuff to do and not go stark raving mad! MAD! I tell you.

Tonight, I may open up Bar Vuboq for the neighbors (if any of them are around). The Washington Post had an article the other day about stocking your bar for the Winter, and the drink with which the author begins the story, the Stinger, sounded inexplicably yummy: 1.5-2 oz cognac and 1 oz creme de menthe, shaken over ice, served with a twist. I am thinking of attempting to make those this evening.

And, perhaps, knit. And watch DVDs. I have both of Clint Eastwood's Iwo Jima movies, Flags of Our Fathers and Letters from Iwo Jima. I thought it might be interesting to watch them both, seeing as how they view the same battle from different perspectives. Not that I really enjoy war movies all that much. But, still ...

Tomorrow, I must clean. I must finally move the Halloween decorations into the storage room and bring up my Christmas ones, the purple tinsel tree, the lights, the ornaments, and, hopefully, the Christmas cards I bought last year on sale (I think ... what if I didn't buy Xmas cards on sale last year?). I need to start on StickSteven's 2007 Year in Review, as well. (See StickSteven's 2006 Year in Review here.)

Xmas tree

On Sunday, Carolyn and I are going to the pottery studio (for -hopefully- the next-to-last time for the year). I have to glaze the final vase, assuming it's out of the kiln. Then, we are going to drive up to the Greenbelt Festival [I don't quite *get* the chicken drawing in the corner, but whatever]. Our pottery instructor is selling/displaying some of her wares there.

See? Blank Slate.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Project Runway is My Life Even Though I Don't Have Cable

The Rest of the Story

(Not the rest of the Ture Story, that's finished, over, done, kaput! ... This is the rest of what I did yesterday, because I know you all find my life terribly exciting and you wish you were me, and, if I didn't tell you what I did yesterday (and this morning!), you don't know how you would be able to continue plodding through the drudgery of your lives ... or my life ... whatever.)

Yesterday, I did laundry.
I ate soup.
I knitted the Never-Ending Afghan of Doom.
I watched Hollywoodland. [Adrien Brody is *so* dreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeamy.]
I drank a bit too much wine.
I went to bed.

This morning, I came to work.
I blogged.
I went to the bank.
I deposited my check!
I made a donation at Heifer International in honor of Pacalaga.

$100 sure does buy a lot.
I bought honeybees!
and a couple of seedlings!
and a part of a knitting basket!

Perhaps, you, too, might want to consider making a donation.
A little good goes a long way.

I told Y that I would go to some LGBT event at UMD tonight, but I'm feeling like I might be coming down with a bit of the ick. I think I may back out. I'm not all that interested in watching Drag Kings perform anyway.


Me! At Work!
At work
Note the Glazed Over Eyes and the Really Bad Skin
It's not all Beauty and Light in Vutopia.

A Ture Story

As some of you may know, about 8 (ack!) years ago, I spent 3 months teaching English at a small private junior college on the outskirts of Beijing. As part of the teaching program, I required each student to keep a journal. They had to write in it at least once a week. I would collect the journals on Friday, read them over the weekend, and return them on Monday morning with corrections. I was always amazed at how well these students (even the ones with limited English) could express themselves. However, every. single. one. consistently made the same two spelling errors.

At first, I tried correcting the errors in their entries and hoping they would catch on.

They didn't. A more drastic approach was called for.

One Monday morning, after handing back their journals. I wrote the following on the blackboard in huge letters:


"What is that word," I asked.
"TRUE," my students replied in unison.
"No. You are wrong. It is TURE. TURE is not a word. Please spell TRUE like this."

And I erased TURE and wrote TRUE on the board.

"Whenever I see TRUE spelled TURE in your papers I'm going to scream and yell and beat you over the head with a bowl full of noodles."

The students all laughed.

Then, I wrote another word on the board in huge letters:


"What is this word," I asked.
"FIRST," my students replied in unison.
"No! You are wrong. It is FRIST. FRIST is not a word. Please spell FIRST like this."

And I erased FRIST and wrote FIRST on the board.

"Whenever I see FIRST spelled FRIST in your papers I'm going to scream and yell and beat you over the head with a bowl full of noodles."

My students all laughed, and I continued with the day's lesson.

The next week only one student was beaten over the head with a bowl full of noodles.

The End.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Share the Wealth with VUBOQ

Several weeks ago, I received a letter from the management company of the apartment complex where I used to rent. The letter stated that I was entitled to a refund of my deposit. All I had to do was fill out a (simple) form and mail it to them by mid-Decemember.

Well, VUBOQ may be more pretty than thinky, but he ain't no fool.

Even though I have a vague memory of receiving a refund of my deposit when I moved out (over two years ago), I thought, "What the hell" and sent in the form.

Today, the check arrived.



And, on the spur of the moment, this is what I decided to do.

1. Put $100 into my recently opened ROTH IRA (Pax World Fund Balanced! 8% Annualized Return! Socially Responsible Investment Company!), and

2. (this is where you, the reader, come in), Make a $100 contribution to a charity the first commenter chooses*.

So have at it. Someone leave a comment.

*subject to VUBOQ approval because I's not gonna gives my free money to an organization that advances ideas contrary to what I believe.

A Little Marquee Ackshun

VUBOQ, the Queen of Ass Forking, bids you a Happy Afternoon
and hopes that a Martini is in your (or at least, His) Very Near Future
Love, Your Royal Heinie

Ah. Laundry Day.

And, thus, it is Wednesday, the day in which VUBOQ, the Queen of Ass Forking (as proclaimed by the Gods of Google) [and, look, I made my new title work-safe. Am I not the most Benevolent Queen EVAR?], must do laundry.

Comments made to VUBOQ, the Queen of Ass Forking, today have included:

"Wow. You look nice today." and
"Are you going out after work?" and
"Holy Cow! You are smokin' hot! No wonder you are the Queen of Ass Forking!"

Ok. I made up the last one. But, the other two, are, like, totally ture*. TOTALLY!

It made VUBOQ (the Queen of Ass Forking) think two not entirely random or unrelated thoughts:

1. Maybe I should've put the Styling Goop™ in my hair this morning and I would've been totally CUTER (if that's even possible).**

2. Perhaps I should reconsider the wisdom of wearing the exact same sweater two days in a row. People do seem to notice what one is wearing.***

*I could've sworn I've blogged about "ture" (and "frist") before ... but I can't find it in my archives. Remind me and I'll tell you the story sometime.
**However, putting in the Styling Goop™ is way too tedious and time-consuming of a process to do every morning ... or most mornings, come to think of it.
***In my defense, I only do this after participating in a ... er ... sleepover, and I (usually) have a clean shirt on under the sweater.

Bow Down to Me. I am Your Queen.

Can I tell you how much I love teh Google? Can I? Can I? Can I?


I love Google THIS MUCH!!!
[PS. I hope you don't get fired for clicking on that link at work.]

Meanwhile ...

The date last night went well. We ate soup (this soup). It was fabulicious. Then, we watched Bride and Prejudice. Love that movie.

I could tell that he wanted to get a little makeyouty on the couch, but I didn't go there. At the end of the movie, I sent him home with a hug and a "let's do something again sometime."

He's cute. Short (like 5'6"?). Young (30?). Slightly chubby. But, still ... cute. My biggest concern, and the one that is preventing me from exploring anything deeper than friendship with him, is that he is a big ol' closet case. I mean, bigger than I am. At least, I am out to all my friends here and most everyone else (sans the parental units). He isn't out to anyone. I'm not even sure if he has any gay friends. That seems like it would be weird. I have no desire to be introduced to his straight friends as his "friend." If that's what he wants to do, that's all I plan to be. 'Nuff said.

Ok. Guess that's it for now. I need to go buy some blank CDs for the Alphalist Mailing.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

City Names that Make Me Giggle

Actually, that should read "City Name that Makes Me Giggle" because I've only thought of one ... so far:

Yogyakarta, Indonesia

I'm sure it's a lovely place. I think it's the "yog" that makes me smile.

I'm going to try to think of some others ... feel free to leave your suggestions in the comments.


Breakfast of Champions


I wasn't planning on eating this for breakfast, but my co-worker, who went to Peru over the Thanksgiving Holiday, brought in some Peruvian Candy (from Peru!) that contained coca (COCAINE!!!), and it tasted like ass. *gag*

Fortunately, another co-worker, who went to the Cheesecake Factory over the Thanksiving Holiday, brought in some Chocolate Cheesecake (from the Cheesecake Factory!) that contains cocoa (CHOCOLATE!), and it does not taste like ass. *w00t*

I feelz a leeeetle Kweezy.

In other news, I went to the pottery studio after work last night. Only one of my vases was out of the kiln, so I glazed it. Then, I went over to Y's. It was fine. We talked a bit. He worked on a chapter of his dissertation while I knitted. I went to bed. He stayed up 'til 4. I couldn't sleep. I had very angry dreams. Internalized rage is all the rage. Srsly.

I feelz a leeeeeeetle tie-tie.

The good thing about pottery class next session is that a friend will be in the class with me, and she will probably be able to give me a ride home. Yay. Of course, I could also bum a ride off of SCGB ... or even take the bus. I think the sleepovers at Y's have come to an end.

I needz mah sleepz.

Tonight, I have a date coming over for dinner and movies. This is the second (and often postponed) date with the guy from a few weeks ago. After much thought and some good advice, I think this will be the last "date." He seems like a nice guy, but all the signs are pointing towards friendship rather than anything romantical.

I'm going to make the yummy orzo vegetable soup I made a few weeks ago, served with a nice crusty bread. Easy. Peasy. Non-commital.

Now, I think I shall eat more cheesecake (CHEESECAKE!) and knit (SCARF!).


Monday, November 26, 2007

Weekend Update: The Pigeon of Peace Edition

Thursday night at the Thai Curry Party, Kristi, one of the upstairs neighbors, brought a game to play, Catchphrase. It's similar to Taboo in that you try to get everyone on your team to guess a certain word or phrase without using that word or phrase. During one of Y's turns, he started giving the clues, "it's a bird, "it symbolizes peace," etc. etc. etc. Everyone was guessing "dove."


The word was pigeon.

Yes, the Pigeon of Peace. It made me laugh. Although, someone said that doves and pigeons are actually the same species. Not sure about that though. Is there an ornithologist in the house? Earl Cootie?

Anyway ...

Friday and Saturday, I did a whole bunch of sitting on the sofa knitting and watching DVDs. *woot* I also cleaned (a little), made a quick trip to the grocery store, cut back the chrysanthemums, covered their stubby little stems with compost, and ... um ... did I mention knitting and watching DVDs?

Saturday night, Tomoko, SCGB, and I went to downtown Silver Spring for drinks. The first stop was cocktails at Ceviche. I had a pisco sour. It was OK ... but the morning after effects ensure that I will never order another. I think it was the egg white in it which didn't make for happy tummy.

After Ceviche, we went two doors down to Thai at Silver Spring for drinks and appetizers (and SCGB had dinner). Our next plan was to go into DC, but it was cold. So we went back to my place for more drinks and Project Runway: Season 2 on DVD. *woot*

I went to bed a little after 2.

I woke up at 11ish ... which was one hour after I was supposed to have a date. oops. I called, apologized, and went back to bed until 1:30. Aaaah. I did lots of blobbing, and finally felt like my old self again around 4:30. Yay. [The date has been rescheduled for tomorrow, btw.]

Not much on the agenda for today. I think I'm going to the pottery studio after work to see if my last two vases are out of the kiln.

I think I may also knit. And watch DVDs.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Is Whole Foods Being (More) Pretentious ...

... or do they have a store in Quebec?

Papier hygenique

Knitting Mathematics

Avert your eyes! Another knitting post and mathematics lesson rolled into one!

Let's say you've started a knitting project for an afghan.
And, let's say that afghan has become the Never-Ending Afghan of Doom! *scream*

Here's a quick and easy way to finish before you know it (or at least get a heckuvalot closer to finishing it than you thought you ever would)!

First, imagine the pattern calls for seven (7) balls of yarn, six (6) of the main color and one (1) of the contrasting color.

You receive the yarn in the mail and discover that (a) you hate contrasting color and (b) you hate even more how the contrasting color looks with the main color.

So, you decide to only use the main color.
And, voila!, you are *already* 1/7th (or 14%) done!
Without even having to cast-on!

Then, you knit and knit and knit and knit and knit and knit ... until your brain starts bleeding, because garter stitch on really big needles is really boring. And this yarn isn't the most co-operative.

"BUT, it's soooooo soft," a little voice in your head says.

You give that little voice a beat-down, because, if you don't, that little voice will talk you into buying seven more balls because you know someone who would just lurve a supersoft afghan.

ANYWAY, several decades later, you finish the 4th ball of the main (er ... only) color. And you are 2/3 (66.7%) finished! Unless you count the contrasting color you didn't use, and -then- even better- you are 5/7th (72%) complete!

OMG! Homestretch! 2 balls to go.

That will only take, like, a millenium. The joy turns into depression. So you hold up the 72% completed afghan and think, "Y'know, this looks pretty big. I could bind it off now."

Then, the little voice in your head says, "but what are you going to do with those other three balls of this supersoft yarn?"

So, you compromise with that little voice, agreeing to use one more ball for the afghan and make a scarf or two out of the remaining yarn.

And, suddenly, the Never-Ending Afghan of Doom is 6/7th (86%) complete and two of your friends will be getting scarves again for Christmas.

Yay for mathematics!

Never-Ending Afghan of Doom

Friday, November 23, 2007

I've Been in My PJs All Day

It's been lovely.
Last night was a lot of fun. In all, 9 people were here, all of my upstairs neighbors, plus Jerry and his friend and Y. The curry was excellent (if I do say so myself); the beverages free-flowing; and the conversation was good. Jerry and his friend left around 9:30(?) and, then, the rest of us played this game called "Catchphrase."

I guess everyone (except Y) left around 11:30. I managed to get the house relatively clean and the dishes (mostly) done by midnight. Then, I went to bed.

It was very nice to sleep in this morning. And I worked on making my Friday plan a reality: I got up, made coffee, and spent the rest of the day on the sofa watching DVDs (in particular, Project Runway Season 1).

Y was trying to do work while I was watching PR1, and, at one point, closed his laptop and said, "I can't do any work with the TV on."

"OK," I replied and continued watching TV. He packed up his stuff and left. I'm not really sure what he was expecting. Me to turn off the TV? I have very little desire to cater to his needs ... especially when he is not meeting mine (or even attempting to meet mine. Not that I want certain "needs" to be met by him, btw).

Anyway, I knitted and watched TV. Knit. TV. Knit TV. Once I got to the final 2 shows of PR1, I called Tomoko to see if she wanted to come. We had a coupla drinks and watched the final shows.

Now, I'm having leftovers ... and later on, I think I might watch more TV. And maybe knit.

A perfect day, really.

Oh, and since I forgot to take pictures yesterday (other than of the neighbors in the Turkey Chase Race), here's a photo of my yummy leftovers:

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Waiting for the Rice to Cook

A little over an hour before the Thai Curry Thanksgiving Partyers begin to arrive. I'm all set. Once the rice is done, I'll fix myself a pre-party bowl of curry. Mmm. Hopefully, it will be edible.

In the meantime, here are a few things I'm thankful for (other than the usual: friends, family, and a roof over my head):

alcohol (mostly because it dulls the pain) ...
Isabella ...
creativity ...
free time ...
thinkiness ...

and much, much more.

For those of you who are celebrating today, hope it is/was good and stress-free.

Mmm. Rice is ready.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

New Profile Pic

Yeah, so the Fork Me! Lego Man* was a tad on the creepy side. So, here's SuperCute Me and the Fall Foliage! Suck it, Princess!

Meanwhile, I have nothing really to blog about other than I'm bored and I have somewhere between 8 and 13 people coming to my house tomorrow and I've realized that (a) I may not have enough rice [Fortunately, Tomokito may let me have a bit of her rice stash] and (b) I have no non-alcoholic beverages. I guess I'll be running to the store on Thanksgiving morning, b/c I sure as heck ain't going there tonight (Can we say MADHOUSE?).

Either that or non-drinkers (what up with that?) will have to make do with water.

I also bought some two-bite brownies for tomorrow. They are sitting here. Beside my desk. Calling out "Eat me, VUBOQ. Eat me" with the quiet desperation of two-bite brownies who want to be eaten. Now.

Must. Resist.

*Maybe this one is a little better?

You Know You Want This

I'm listening to my AlphaList CD now (ok. Actually, it's 2 CDs, because only A through R would fit on the first CD), and it ROCKS! You know you want it. And you know how you get it? Do you?

You beg and plead and offer me all sorts of sexual favors.

OR ...

You make an AlphaList CD of your own and send it to me. Check out Goblinbox's post for all the details.

So far, I think I'm exchanging CDs with Chelsea, Sassy, and Goblinbox. Is that right?

Hm. The CD seems to be skipping during some songs. WHY? I may need to reburn it. You can reburn CDs, right?

Suck It, Princess*

I had all sorts of plans when I got home; however, none of them really materialized (except for the drinking the martini part ... which could have been part of the problem).

I was going to take photos of things for which I am thankful and do a FUNtastic photo essay this morning. Didn't happen. Suck it, princess. Maybe I'll do it tomorrow, when I'm bored and alone and drinking myself into my Traditional Thanksgiving Stupor™, before the participants of the Return of the Traditional Thai Curry Thanksgiving arrive.

Plans for today include final grocery shopping, buying more booze (it's not for me, really), laundry, bank, taking out the compost and recycling, and clean clean clean clean clean cleaning.

Fortunately, our boss is letting us leave at 3PM today. *woot*

Addendum: Mel, I *heart* Bette Midler's Cool Yule.

*Thank you, Only Me, for the fabulicious phrase.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007


The other day (OK, like a month ago, and I forgot to provide linky goodness then), I learned a (semi-) long, lost friend of mine is blogging. She's superfun and a great writer. [She just needs to update more than once every 2 weeks or so. What? You have a life? I'm sorry, that's no excuse, missy. And, oh em gee, we need to hang out!]

Pop on over to Love, Lorelai to say hi. If you're lucky, you may stumble across the blog of one of my exes. No, I'm not telling which one. Treat it like a scavenger hunt ... the really hard kind without any clues. Have fun.

... and VUBOQ goes back to ripping and burning ... and being fabulous.


Like, Y'know, Like, Um

I am, like, totally, bored, and my, um, brain feels ... stuffy.
But, I am feeling compelled to blog ... about nothing in particular.

So here is a list of Christmas Albums I own and will be ripping into iTunes tonight:

Cool Yule --Bette Midler
White Christmas --Bing Crosby
The Christmas Album --Neil Diamond
Christmas Ecstasy* --Peter Kater
Christmas Around the Country II --Various Artists
Spirit of Christmas --Chuck Brown
Handel's Messiah** --London Symphony Orchestra and Chorus

I think I need more Xmas Music! MORE!

*I, um, hate this CD. I may decide to burn it. In the microwave.
**I'm pretty sure this is actually more of an Easter album, but I like to listen to it at Xmas. Sosume.


Mai noo shooz. They r hertin' mai feets.

Tidying Up

I realized that some of you may be relatively new to reading this little corner of the intarwebez and, thus, may not grasp the extreme cultural significance of the dates of the Global Blogger Meetup, March 16-18. A few of you came close, realizing that March 17th is Saint Patrick's Day. However, something much more auspicious happened on March 17th ...


The world was blessed with the presence of ME. VUBOQ. The Wonderful. The Kind. The Giving. And it has never been the same.

It's been much, much better. Trust me.

So, if you decide to join the Meetup, you will also get to celebrate the anniversary of my birth. What could be more exciting than that?

I have no idea.

Lessee ... in other exciting news, I made more Spicy Chinese Noodle Soup last night. I have been feeling a bit under the weather. *cough* *hack* I feel a bit better (of course, I went to bed around 9 last night), but still a little like I'm on the verge of being worse. I am loading myself up with vitamins and juices, so -hopefully- things will continue to improve.

I'm supposed to have a "friend" over tonight, but I don't think that's going to happen. It's not that I don't want to see him. I just don't want to see him whilst I'm feeling ague-y. And I also don't want him to see my apartment in its current state of utter disorder.

My big plan for today is to buy some Singha for the Thai Curry Thanksgiving. I have no idea exactly how many people are going to show. Not that it matters. Curry keeps well.

Oh, and I signed up for the intermediate pottery class today. Yay! For some reason, my regular credit card kept getting declined. I checked it online and it seems ok. I don't know what the problem was. I had to put the course on my debit card. Yuck. I hate doing that.

And, don't forget Goblinbox's Alphalist Music Exchange! Sign Up Today!

Monday, November 19, 2007

Goblinbox's Alphalist

Mush, over on the 'box, had this idea of making Alphalist CDs and sending them to each other. I managed to cobble together a list just now.

I haven't listened to it all the way through, so I may make some changes before I burn it and send it to her (hm. I've never burned a CD. How does one do that?).

Anyway, if anyone else is interested in participating, go to Mush's blog and leave a comment. Also, let me know if you're interested in receiving my CD ...

Here's the first few songs on my Alphalist:

Automatic (Album Edit), by Utada Hikaru (Japanese)
Believe, by Cher
Cinnamon Girl, by Prince
Darshan, by B21 (Hindi?)
Elang, by Dewa 19 (Indonesian) ...

And much, much 21 more ...

Perplexing Question o' the Day

VUBOQ's Thanksgiving Shopping List

2 tins of green curry paste
2 cans coconut milk (none of that "lite" crap, either)
2 blocks of tofu
mushrooms (straw mushrooms if available)
baby corn
organic rustic bread (sliced! yum!)
vitamin C tablets
munchies - pretzels? chips? olives (OMG! Olive Bar!)
something desserty?
Singha beer

It's the return of VUBOQ's Traditional Thai Green Curry Thanksgiving Evening Party!!!

Be there. Or be with other people eating, like, turkey and sweet potatoes and stuff.

PS. I bought a new pair of shoes this morning. *woot*

Weekend Update: Always the Last to Know Edition

The ENTIRE KNOWN WORLD is going to descend on Vutopia ... Or at least a couple of bloggers from the Land of Oz. Mark your calendars, and head to the DC/Metro Area for a celebration of EPIC proportions March 16-18, 2008.

So, my weekend was good. Friday night at Mike's was fun. He made yummy vegetarian pizza. And, then, we watched PR4, Episode 1.

Saturday, I blobbed. I started a new chili vodka infusion. I cancelled my date. And I cooked a yummy dinner. Y called and came over. We talked and watched movies. We did not have teh secks.

Sunday, he drove me to the pottery studio, where I trimmed a vase and picked up one finished vase (see previous entry). Then, I went home and started to feel yucky, like I was coming down with the ague. And, no one likes to come down with the ague. So, I took several multivitamins, drank lots of grapefruit juice, and made a couple martinis. Soon, I was numb and happy. I feel better this morning, so it must've worked.

And, that's about it. I have a lot of little things to do today. Like buy a new pair of shoes. And go grocery shopping. And send out an evite reminder.

I'm so glad this is a 3-day workweek. *woot*

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Sunday Afternoon Pottery Post

I went to the pottery studio this afternoon to trim my final vase and glaze my penultimate vase. The trimming went well. See:

Vase 6

It will now need to be fired, glazed, and fired again.

The other vase was not out of the kiln, so I'll need to go back at some point to glaze it as well.

I also picked up my fourth vase.


Yet Another Vase

Became this:

Vase 4 and Isabella

The vase is about 6 inches tall.
Please ignore the messy apartment. More photos of vase und pussy are on Flickr. Clickr.

oh. and I did this last night, thanks to a link provided by Earl Cootie:

It's me. Only crazy(er) looking.

Friday, November 16, 2007

More About Chelsea Clinton and Her Sweet Potatoes

So, I've been doing a little on-line stuff for those of you who are dying to know all about Chelsea Clinton and her sweet potatoes, and I came across this article: Hail to the Chef

It wasn't hard to find. It was, like, the third link on Google. And, while it doesn't share a recipe for Chelsea Clinton's Sweet Potato Casserole Thai Soup, there is a bit of a SHOCKING DEVELOPMENT ...

If Chelsea Clinton is a vegetarian, this chef is thoughtless and cruel (or this isn't really how he made the soup):

Scheib recalls Chelsea Clinton's decision to become a vegetarian when she was a senior in high school. "Mrs. Clinton knew (Chelsea) would be going away soon, so she asked me, 'Can you give her some cooking lessons?' So she spent a couple of hours, a couple or times a week with us, learning about cooking, and about (being) vegetarian, that it doesn't mean just eating vegetables."

One dish that Scheib taught Chelsea to make was sweet potatoes with a southeast Asian twist. "She loved sweet potatoes, being from Arkansas," Scheib said. "We took that pedestrian vegetable and put a great Thai spin on it."

The result was Red Curry Sweet Potato Soup, a velvety blend of sweet potato, coconut milk and chicken stock flavored with ginger, garlic, shallots, lemon grass and lime juice.*

Dear Chef Scheib:



*For all of you poor shlubs trying to find the recipe, here it is. Do you really need the measurements?

If I were going to make a soup like this, I would take a couple of sweet potatoes, peel and slice them. Boil in a can of coconut milk and a couple of cups of vegetable stock (I think mushroom stock might be nice). Add shallots, ginger, garlic, lime juice, and lemon grass. Add a couple of tablespoons of red curry paste (depending on your taste). Once it's all soft and cooked, remove the lemongrass, and puree.

Voila! Velvety Thai-Inspired Red Curry and Sweet Potato Soup! Easy Peasy! I mean, really, who couldn't make this soup?

La la la

*thinking of silly things*

Snail und flower

Is it Go Home Time yet?

Mystery. Intrigue.

After sending an email this morning regarding this evening's events, I get a text message from Mike asking me if I could arrive early.

Of course, I say I can, and then my mind starts processing all sorts of loopy possibilities ...

Why did he send it by text message?
Why didn't he simply reply to the email?

Why does he want me there before everyone else?

To help out?
To yell at me?
To pass on secret information?
To pump me for information?


The mind boggles.

I wonder ... I wonder ...

PS. Let's hope it's for the ... er ... "pumping."


This wasn't my idea:

If it's too hard to read, try this one on flickr.

In other news, the Beaujolais Nouveau gathering was a lot of fun. Yay. I'm a little draggy and overhung this morning.

My weekend plans thus far include finally watching the premiere of Project Runway Season 4 (PR4) at Mike's tonight with Tomokito and SCGB and a second date with the guy I met for breakfast last Sunday. I may be going to the pottery studio as well at some point but that's still TBD.

More later, kittens.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Steam of Consciousness Whole Foods Shopping Excursion

Crackers and cheese.

Crackers and cheese.

Must only buy crackers and cheese.

Crackers. Crackers. Oooh. Chocolate. On sale! My favorite, Green & Black's Organic Chocolate 2 for $5. Savings of $0.69 each! EACH! Must buy two. Ginger chocolate. Red wine and dark chocolate. 70% cacao. Is that good? Buy it anyway. It's for the guests. Ginger chocolate is for MEEEEE (for *us* precious)!

Crackers. Crackers. Crackers. Water crackers? Too breaky. Rosemary crackers? Too over-powering. Have Ritz at home. TLC crackers? Too small ... hmmm ...

Entertainer Crackers! Ooh! That's me! An Entertainer! Just like Barry Manilow! With Wheat Germ! Healthy! At the Copa. Copacabana.

Cheese. Cheese. Hello, Olive Bar! Mexican olives? No. Greek olives? No. Cute little baby pickles? No. My resolve is strong. Ooooh. Olives with Herbs de Provence. Yes. What? No little olive containers? Guess I'll use a big one. Mmm. More olives. Oliiiiiiiives.

Cheese? Just brie. Only brie. One cheese. One cheese only. Brie. Blue cheese. Blue brie? Spanish cheese? Italian cheese? French cheese! Oui! Fromage! Brie. Single Cream? Double Cream? TRIPLE Cream?

Double Cream, it is. What's that cheese Shigeki recommended? It had an "f" in it. Here's one with an "f" ... it's French! It has mold! Let's buy it! Two cheeses. Done. Wait. Look. Drunken Goat Cheese. How can I not buy that? Three cheeses.

I really should have grabbed a basket.

$23.56 for a box of crackers and hunk of brie sure is expensive.

Are You a Redskins Fan?

... is the question I get asked whenever I wear this sweater:


Here is my response:


[PS. That's a joke. I know the Redskins are a basketball team.]

Beaujolais Nouveau!

For those of you who don't know, the 2007 vintage of Beaujolais Nouveau goes on sale today (or, more accurately, went on sale -in some places- at midnight). From the wikipedia entry:
Beaujolais nouveau is a red wine made from Gamay grapes produced in the Beaujolais region of France. It is the most popular vin de primeur, fermented for just a few weeks then officially released for sale on the third Thursday of November. This "Beaujolais Day", or "Beaujolais Nouveau Day" sees heavy marketing from the producers, with races to get the first bottles of the vintage to different markets.

For the past 6 or so years, I've had a small gathering of friends over to drink beaujolais, eat cheese, and make happy talk. I think there's something comforting about people all over the world drinking the same wine on the same day. This year will be no different (yay!). Several of my neighbors will be coming over tonight. Hopefully, a fun time will be had by all.

Here's a poem I wrote this morning:

Heavy raindrops
Rattle against my window
And, in the brief moment
Between dream and wake,
Become fingers
Clattering on a keyboard
Until I startle awake
He is with me.

Of course, it reads (a little) better if you pretend you are Garrison Keillor on NPR.

Have I mentioned that Garrison Keillor drives me a little nuts in the morning with his poetry reading?

As the image of my poem turned around and around in my head, I started thinking about I, Too, Sing America, by Langston Hughes. I began to wonder who is our Langston Hughes? Who is the gay poet who reminds America we are here?

I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--
I, too, am America.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Cube with a View

After a disappointing, foggy, drizzly start, this day is turning out to be quite lovely:

Cube with a view

See the pretty blue sky?
See the Church steeple?
See the Autumnal foliage?
See the empty parking deck?

No? Blame my crappy cellphone camera.

Win Some. Lose Some.

'Scuse me while I bitch 'n' moan for a quick minnit.

One of my co-workers called in sick today, which means more work for me and shorter breaks. Boo. Hiss.

Project Runway Season 4 premieres tonight, and a certain upstairs neighbor (who shall remain nameless, but here's a hint: Her name starts with a "T" and rhymes with "Romokito") spent all her money on a pair of Manolos and not on purchasing cable. Boo. Hiss.

The shoes are fab, though, so I can't be too upset.

Son of Stich 'n' Bitch is the only "men's" knitting book that Borders had on it's shelves. No Knitting Man(ual). No Knitting with Balls (*heh*). No Um... Something about men knitting and dogs. Boo. Hiss.

So, I flipped through the Son again and counted how many patterns I would be willing to make no matter the difficulty. Out of 45 patterns, can you guess how many?


That's it. And, really, only one of those is mildly exciting (For those of you with the book, it's the white, large cabled rollneck sweater). Boo. Hiss.

The local Designer Shoe Warehouse (DSW) is full of teh suck. And I need one or two new pairs of shoes. Boo. Hiss.

On the bright side, tomorrow is Beaujolais Nouveau Day! C'est arrive! I'm having a few neighbors over for wine, cheese, and FUNtastic conversation. YAY!

It's the little things that make me happy.

Well, the little things ... and a whole lotta alcomahol.

Meat-Free ... er ... Tuesday: A Bowl of Soup

Yesterday, at work, I started craving soup. As I sat in the comfort of my cubicle, I tried to remember what I had in my cupboard (which is a really weird word). All I could remember was a can of beans and a can of diced tomatoes with chilies. After much thought, a brief conversation with a friend of mine in New York (who is an American Culinary Institute graduate), and a trip to the Whole Foods, here's what I came up with:

VUBOQ's Bowl of Soup


1 can of black beans
2 cans of diced fire-roasted tomatoes with chilies
1 onion
2 cloves garlic
1 zucchini
1 cup corn
2 cups okra
1 cup (ish) orzo
3 cups water
1 vegetable bullion cube
sharp cheddar
olive oil


In a large pot, add a splash of olive oil. Saute the minced garlic until aromatic. Then, add the diced onion. Cook until softish.

Add 2-3 cups water and the bullion cube. Bring to a boil.

Add the diced zucchini.

Add the cans of tomatoes and beans (juice and all). Return to boil (well, more like a simmer).

Add the corn and okra (I used frozen). Return to boil.

Add the one cup(ish) of orzo.



Simmer until orzo is cooked (about 7-8 minutes).

Surprisingly, I didn't need to add any additional spices. I thought I might need salt, pepper, and, maybe, chili powder, but the chilies in the tomatoes and the salt in the bullion cube seemed to be enough.

While the soup is in it's final cooking stages, toast a slice of bread (I used Whole Foods Organic Rustic bread - YUM), place in a bowl, and top with a few thin slices of sharp cheddar, ala Pesky Mac's SuperDelicious Winter Vegetable Chowder.

Like this:

Bread und Cheese

Then, ladle the soup on top. Like this:

Finished Product
[Cook's Little Helper: Gin, Grapefruit Juice, Seltzer with a Twist]


More later. *smooches*

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Tell Me When You Get Tired of Looking at My Pottery



Became These:

Vases 2 and 3

A few more photos added to my Pottery Flickr Set. Check them out here: Clickr.

With the Rapid Approach of Thanksgiving

Comes all those weird google hits for Chelsea Clinton's Sweet Potato Casserole Recipe.

I get at least two or three hits a week for people looking for Ms. Clinton's (apparently scrumptious) sweet potato casserole. Those hits will increase as the holiday season approacheth.

So, here is my annual announcement:

I do not have Chelsea Clinton's recipe for Sweet Potato Casserole.

After getting over a gabillion searches for it last year, I actually tried to get it for you people. Really. I did. I have a reporter friend who is assigned to the Hillary Clinton beat. I asked him to pass along a request for the recipe. No dice. I asked him again this year, but Hillary seems to have gone on Press Lockdown after her semi-disastrous debate experience.

But maybe this will tide you over ...

Not Chelsea Clinton's Sweet Potato Casserole
(I think it's my mom's ... but it could be someone else's)
(6-8 servings)

4 medium sweet potatoes
9 oz. can of crushed pineapple
1/4 cup butter
1 egg (slightly beaten)
2 tsp salt
1 tsp nutmeg
2 tbsp brown sugar
mini marshmallows

Cook and mash potatoes.
Add pinapple, butter, egg, salt and nutmeg.
Beat until creamy.
Spoon into baking dish.
Sprinkle with brown sugar.
Top with marshmallows.
Bake at 350 for 30 minutes until marshmallows are golden brown.

[Note: You may want to add sugar to potato mixture, especially if the pineapple is in its own juice and not in heavy syrup. Taste to check.]

Who loves ya? VUBOQ, that's who!

Pottery Sneak Peek

Last night was my last pottery class. *sniff*

We still have 2 or 3 more weeks of open studio to finish our last projects. Last night, I glazed a vase, trimmed another vase, and threw a new vase. So, I'll have a few things to do in the coming weeks.

I got two finished vases and a "handleless pitchery thing" back last night. You'll have to wait until later for photos, but here's a cameraphone sneak peek:


Go ahead. Tell me I'm brilliant.

[For reference, the vase is about 5 inches tall. Clear matte glaze on the bottom, cobalt blue on the top.]

Not much new to report. I did spend the night at Y's. We did not have sex. In fact, we won't be having sex again.

Exhibit A: The Conversation

VUBOQ notices small bottle of Gun Oil (a type of personal lubricant, not the brand we have used in the past) on Y's nightstand.

Sayeth VUBOQ: "Gun Oil? Have you been having guests?"
Y: *nervous giggle*


The end.

Monday, November 12, 2007

A Quick Glance at Son of Stitch 'n' Bitch

I was kind of excited yesterday when I stumbled across a blog post about a new Stitch 'n' Bitch Book especially for the menfolk, Son of Stitch 'n' Bitch. During my lunchbreak, I wandered over to Borders for a quick looksee.

My overall impression: Mostly *meh* with some *bleah* and one or two *ewwwws* and -unfortunately- only a few "ooh, I'd make/wear thats."

Sadly, most of the "ooh, I'd make/wear thats" looked too difficult for l'il ol' me.

And, really, I am *so* over the Stitch 'n' Bitch skull fetish. OK, actually, I've never been into stuff with skulls. So not me. Skulls don't say "hip." They say "dead thing on my sweater." Yuck.

Maybe I'll wander over again at some point to spend a little more time with the Son. However, it's not going to be a priority. I applaud the effort of putting out a book just for the menz, but I'm not going to buy it ...

I wouldn't give it back if someone bought it for me though (*hint, hint*).

This book seems a lot more interesting.

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Weekend Update: If It Weren't for Veterans I'd Never Get Laid Edition


So, my Do-Nothing Friday Night turned into a fun evening of drinks and Project Runway Season 3 (on DVD) with Tomoko. It also turned into a very hungover Saturday morning. *oog*

Needless to say, I did not make it up to Whole Foods to say "hi" to the WARL people and ask about kitty adoption. I did make it there in the afternoon to buy some bread and to pick up my coat from the dry cleaners ... speaking of which *grrr* there is now a button missing from my new (to me) coat. I need to haul it back up there at some point to see if they have the button. [Not today. I was feeling lazy.]

Saturday evening, DUN's SCGB, Tomoko, and I went to Mike's house for a little dinner party. It was nice. Good food. Mike made brownies. YUM. I drank too much ... but was surprisingly not all that hungover on Sunday morning.

For my date...

Yes, I had a date. We met for breakfast (which, admittedly is *not* the best time to date a VUBOQ). But, the date went well. I think we will be going out again.

I spent the rest of the day Sunday, blobbing on the sofa, knitting, and watching Lord of the Rings.

Today is my last "official" pottery class. *sniff* We still have 2 or 3 more weeks of open studio to finish our last projects though. Yay.

On my walk to work this morning, I reflected on the significance of Veteran's Day (observed) by trying to count how many former military men I've dated. It's actually quite a few, if you include non-US military. In (as close to) chronological order (as I can remember), there was Convertible Mike (you remember him, right? He was in the Army), Steve (Taiwanese military), John the Cheating Cheater (Air Force), Mike (Air Force), and Y (Israeli military). I feel like I'm missing a couple of others, but I don't have the energy or early morning brainpower to go figure it out. Maybe after another cup of coffee or two ... or seven.

God Bless America and it's Big Gay Military! *woot*

Friday, November 09, 2007

Cold. Rain.

And I have no plans for a fun-filled Friday night.

As it looks right now, after work, I'm going to swing by the cleaners to pick up my new (to me) fabulicious pimp daddy vinage coat (eBay! $9.99!). Then, I will park myself in front of the TV, knit, surf the innartubez, and eat leftover Chinese Spicy Noodle Soup.

The DVD I have is Snakes on a Plane. I've actually been saving it to watch this weekend. Is that sad, or what?

Saturday, I'm going to head up to Whole Foods to talk to the Washington Animal Recsue League (WARL) people. They've recently rescued over 100 small breed puppies from a puppy mill in Virginia. I would *LOVE* to adopt one (Cairn or Yorkshire Terrier), but I don't have the time/patience/living arrangement that is conducive to being a responsible dog owner. I will drop off a little donation for the sweet puppies though. I also want to talk to them about getting another kitty. Psychokitty Isabella sometimes seems a little lonely. I think she might like a companion (either a declawed adult kitty or a kitten).

PS. If you're interested in either adopting one of the cute little puppy mill puppies (or making a donation), leave a comment and I'll forward you the email the director sent out this morning.

Saturday evening, Mike is hosting a movie/game night at his abode.

No plans for Sunday yet. It's getting colder; I feel myself shifting into hibernating homebody mode.

Chinese Spicy Noodle Soup: The Soup. The Legend.

OK, BOSSY. This is for you!!! *smooches*

Step 1: Gather the ingredients.

Pictured (Clockwise from top right): Konbu (Japanese seaweed), Cellophane Noodles, Bok Choy, Mushrooms, Rice, Nasty Old Onion, Mystery Chinese Sauce, Firm Tofu [You could also use Extra Firm, but it tends to be more expensive], and a Granny Smith Apple (What's that doing there?).

Step 2: In a large pot, boil 6-8 cups water with the konbu and the sliced onion (peel and all) and throw in a veggie bullion cube if you want. I read in my new (to me) cookbook, How to Cook Everything, that when making a broth it's ok to use the veggie skins. I thought I'd try it out with the nasty old onion that was in my fridge.

Making the Broth
Mmm. Broth making. And, yes, that is an Elvis Presley Blvd. sign. I use it to keep the cat from jumping up and turning on the stove (yes, she's done that before. PyroKitty!).

Step 3: While the broth is boiling, prep the veggies. Wash and slice the Bok Choy. I only used a little over half of what I bought. Drain and slice the tofu. Start cooking the rice (if you want rice as a side dish. I think it's helpful if you make the soup too spicy).

Oh. And pour a glass of Cook's Little Helper.

Step 4: Try not to eat all the tofu. Mmm. Tofu.

Can't Stop Eating Tofu
[Note the cute chili peppers drying.]

Step 5: After the broth looks/tastes/smells done (I think I boiled everything for about 15-20 minutes), scoop out the konbu and onion and discard (into your compost bucket, natch). Lower the heat to simmer and start adding veggies to the soup with the stuff that takes the longest to cook first. In this case: mushrooms, bok choy, tofu. At any point during this process, you can add a tablespoon or two (or three) of Spicy Chinese Sauce.

Lid and Kitty
No. Your eyes aren't that bad. I just can't hold the camera still. The label came off of my sauce. I think it's called Chili and Garlic Sauce, but I'm not sure. Find something with a similar lid, I guess.

Step 6: Once the mushrooms, bok choy, tofu are *almost* cooked, add a package of cellophane noodles. I never follow the instructions on the package (which are something like "soak in hot water for 10 minutes. Cut into pieces. Cook for 3 more minutes. Too much work). Dump the noodles in and let them cook with the soup for 5-7 minutes (?) or until they look done.

Step 7: Serve. Eat. Enjoy.

The Final Product

If you don't eat it all, it will keep in the fridge for a few days ... but the noodles will absorb most (if not all) of the broth. So it'll be more like a spicy noodle dish than a soup. But, whatever. It's still good.

Have fun! More later, kittens.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Learn to Mix Drinks with VUBOQ

In response to this post, the SuperFabulicious BOSSY (Have you voted for her for Funniest Blog, yet? If not, go now. I'll wait) asked for the recipe.

So, here goes ...

VUBOQ's Nearly Perfect Manhattan

2 oz. bourbon (or 2.5 ... or 3 ... or the bottle)
0.5 - 1 oz. sweet vermouth
A couple of dashes of Angostura bitters.

Shake over ice.
Strain into chilled martini glass.
Garnish with cherry.

How do you make VUBOQ's Perfect Manhattan?

Make it in Manhattan!

Oh, and if BOSSY was referring to the Spicy Chinese Noodle Soup recipe, I'll post instructions tomorrow (I don't follow a recipe, so I'll have to figure it out).

The One Benefit of Cold Weather

Forget the dry skin,
the chapped lips,
the shivering,
the chattering teeth,
the oh-so-charmingly purple fingernails.

All that is NOTHING, because

I Got Da Sheets!!!

The Winter Activity Polar Bears Flannel Sheets, no less.

I went home for lunch and made my bed. I can't wait to go to sleep tonight!


I was planning on walking to the post office this morning to mail off a few packages. However, it be cold. And I don't wanna go outside. [I also have been a bit busy this morning answering email inquiries, but that wasn't what kept me from going.]

I am such a wuss.

On the bright side, it's inspired me to make yummy Spicy Chinese Noodle Soup with Bok Choy and Mushrooms. And Tofu! Mmmmm ...

With Rice! (and speaking of rice ...)

Last night, I did three (count 'em, THREE) friggin' loads of laundry. And, I still have another load that I couldn't motivate to do. *sigh*

Tomoko came down for drinks and conversation around 9. Yay! We had Manhattans. Mmm.

And that's about it.

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Profile Photography 101

You know what VUBOQ is tired of seeing?
Can you guess?
Give up?
All right, I'll tell you:

Your friggin' camera and/or your sorry, cheap ass cell phone.

Go to almost any luv connection website, like,, etc. etc. etc., and I gua-ran-tee you will see forked up bathroom photos like this:
[Photo taken expressly for the purpose of this post.]
[VUBOQ should've folded his towels more neatly before taking this.]

You will not see my camera in any photos ... because I know the secret.

And I am willing to share.
At no cost to you.
Are you ready?
Do you think you can handle it?



Every camera has those little viewscreens.
Line yourself up in the screen by using its reflection in the mirror.

And, you'll get this:
[Much better, no?]
[Oh. Em. Gee. I am *so* CUTE!]

And, while I'm ranting ...
Do you only have ONE mirror in your house?
Branch out.
Use your bedroom mirror!
Or the one in the hall!
Or the one in the living room!

I'm really tired of looking at your tile.

That is all. Carry on.

Public Service Announcement

Here's a fun vocabulary game that also feeds the hungry.
Go. Play it now.

The Chili Pepper Graveyard. Updated.

As most of you know, I planted chili peppers this year, approximately 16 plants. Only the 4 I put in a planter filled with compost actually produced anything ... and their chilies were (a) tiny and (2) spicy ... which I suppose is a good thing.

Those 4 plants are *still* producing. I tired of picking and stringing and drying the damn things, so I haven't harvested anything recently.

The other twelve plants, suffering from poor soil and irregular watering (oops. my bad), whithered away to nothing. Thus allowing me to christen my garden the Chili Pepper Graveyard.

However, one plant in the graveyard has managed to not die. I'm not sure how. I stopped watering it months ago. It's actually looking quite healthy and has loads of tiny green chilies on it. I'm wondering now if they will redden before it gets too cold. Probably not. Maybe I should pick them green?

AND, in other bright Graveyard news, some of the slug-infested chrysanthemums are starting to bloom again. I forgot to water them for quite awhile too, and all their pretty blooms whithered and died.

I cut off the crispy flower buds a few weeks ago. I guess some of the buds I left weren't dead. 3 of the 5 plants have a couple of blossoms each on them. Very pretty.

On a not-entirely-unrelated note, if you had to choose your favorite tree (species, not actual individual tree), what would it be?

Behold, the Ravages of Age

Earlier this morning, I had an amazing idea for a blog post ... you know, even more amazing than my regular this-is-what-I-did-and-you-all-should-be-insanely-jealous-of-my-fabulous-lifestyle posts. Unfortunately, I booted up my work computer, got sucked in to watching the Project RunGayBoys' latest post, about their trip to NYC to see a show featuring three looks from each Season 4 designer, and completely forgot what I was going to write.

Instead I'm going to babble for a few moments about nothing in particular. It's laundry day. I'm wearing uncomfortable underwear, because I have no clean clothes.

I remembered a few minutes ago that I was planning on participating in NaNoWriMo, but that doesn't seem to be happening. Maybe if I buckle down and put myself on a schedule of some sort. Ha! Like that will happen.

I'd also like to thank Dykewife for the fabulous house-heating package I received two days ago. It was filled with all sorts of Canadian goodies, which, as you can see in the previous post, are on display on my new desk. Yay. *smooches to Dykewife*

Mush's surgery is today. Try to send some good vibes her way.

I have no plans for Thanksgiving. Maybe I will do a return of the traditional Thai Curry Thanksgiving Party. Hmmm ... turkey-infused vodka anyone? [Ha! I kid!]

I guess that's it. More later, maybe.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Because I Haven't Blogged Enough Today

New DESK, Kittens!

New Desk

Put it together meself, I did. Well, with a little help from our friend, Mr. Martini.

Now, must make dinner. Mmm. Dinner.

Because I Know You Are Dying to See More Pottery



Became this:


And here's a happy threesome:


Clickr here for the Flickr Set.

Time to head back to work. *ugh*


Before you email an advertisement for your bar, don't you think you'd want to have someone check over it? Especially if it's going to be sent to hundreds of bitchy queens (or just one bitter old one)?

Be: Stripped.
Be: Bad Spellers.

We now return you to our regularly scheduled blog.

You Must Smother Me with Praise

And all of it must be genuine. Srsly.

Here is a cell phone pic of the second pitcher I made:


I am loving the blue glaze. Not so happy with the insipidy green.
[For perspective, it's about 4 inches tall. Edited to note: Official measurement = 4.5 inches.]

And, lucky you, this is just a teaser. I have two more completed objects that I will photograph and upload when I get home from work today.

OK. On your mark. Get set. Flatter me shamelessly!


Monday, November 05, 2007

Not That I'm Bragging

I received this spam email at work a few minutes ago:

hello again [my work email redacted] the simple answer is, your penis is way
too small [link removed]
Rosemary gultane

And, srsly, Rosemary, I think most of my partners would disagree ...

Oh, Canadia!

Surprise! It's a (just a year or two late) house-heating present from one of my most favoritest Canadians (after Anne Murray, naturally)!

Can you guess who sent this:

Oh canadia!

Sadly, there were no hot muscly Mounties in the box. *sniff*

Extremely Difficult Question of the Day

Should I toast my cheese sandwich or not?

Lunch is in 5 minutes ... so HURRY!

Weekend Update: Whole Lotta Nothing Going On

Ah. The long, cold slog up the hill to my office, and here I am, back at work. *bleah*

On the bright side, greeting me at my desk was a bag of YARN! Beautiful, beautiful yarn in the color butternut. Now, I can start on the promised, long-awaited Harry Potter Gryffindor scarves for two dear friends who live far, far away. And, then, I can use the leftovers to finish the Oscar Project. So, hopefully, by Christmas, two friends will have warm necks, and one cute shelter puppy will have a warm place to sleep. Yay!

Of course, that all depends on my finishing the Never-Ending Afghan of Doom and the First-Ever Cable Knit Scarf for two other friends' Christmas Presents.

Meanwhile, my weekend was chock full of fun and excitement, especially if one defines chock full of fun and excitement as "spending lots of time on the sofa watching TV, knitting, and surfing the innarwebez."

Friday night, Tomoko and I met Mike at Halo for happy hour. It was not a happy hour. Halo has changed their 2-for-1 drink special. It now only includes rail likker, beer and wine. WTF Halo? Cheapo Commie Bastards. Of course, the bartender didn't tell us this until after we ordered our high call likker and paid for our drinks. Bee-yatch. So, we finished our (over-priced) drinks and walked to Playbill Cafe for $3 beer! Jerry met us there. Then, the four of us met 2 of Mike's friends at Skewers for dinner. Y joined us there. After dinner -which was surprisingly good. Skewers tends to be a bit hit-or-miss- Mike and his friends went out and Y drove Tomoko and me home. The three of us had superior martinis at Bar VUBOQ.

Saturday, I had sex (yay) and brunch at Austin Grill. [Editor's note: The sex was not at Austin Grill.]

And, that was pretty much the high point of Saturday. I watched the first 3 Harry Potter movies while working on the Never-Ending Afghan of Doom (a little over half done now! YAY!).

Sunday, I was a total blob. Blobby McBlobbypants from Blobberville. I ate. I drank. I knitted. I watched more movies. I drank more. I ate. I surfed the 'netz. OMG! I bought a coat on eBay for only $10 [I'd link to a photo, but I can't access eBay from work ... I might be able to get my hands on one later though ... stay tuned]. No one was around to share the joy. This is the last time I try to win an eBay auction while Desperate Housewives is on.

See how much fun I can haz?

Today is the penultimate pottery class. *sniff* Fortunately, we are allowed to use the studio for two (or three) more weeks after the class ends to finish up any projects. I might be getting back the objects I glazed last week. I hope so. I can't wait to see what they look like. Hopefully, they won't be too hideous.

Of course, if they are too hideous, guess what the fam is getting for Xmas?

I guess that's it for now. If you want to see lots and lots of photos of my pussy, getchyerself over to my Flickr page. Here.

Sunday, November 04, 2007

More Pictures of My Pussy

Neither Isabella nor I have spent much time off of my super comfortable sofa. Mmm. Sofa. Mmm. Booze. Mmm. Knitting. Mmm. Harry Potter.

Is it nap time yet?

PS. What is it about cats and paper grocery bags?

Saturday, November 03, 2007

The News Has Been Spread

It's the recap you've all been waiting for - VUBOQ Does New York!

I arrived at Penn Station a little before 3PM. I had to take the subway to Alison's office to pick up her apartment key. Then, I headed to her fabulous apartment in the Upper East Side. I spent the rest of the afternoon wandering through Central Park. Hot men! Jogging! *woot* Later, I met Jake for dinner. We went to an Indian restaurant, Haveli. It was OK. The pistachio ice cream was yummy, though. Mmm.

After dinner, we went to a bar, Eastern Bloc. Very cute. Soviet-era decor. Decent happy hour drinks. Yay.

The next day (Halloween), I went down to Lower Manhattan to see the sights - Trinity Church, the New York Stock Exchange, the Federal Reserve, etc. etc. etc. I also stopped by Century 21, the discount store. Ack! Shopping stress! People who wouldn't get out of my way. It was not a fun time.

After checking out the World Financial Center's big glassed in pavilion, I headed to SoHo to meet Jake for lunch. We ended up at Spring Street Natural Restaurant. Very good. Yum yum yum. After lunch, Jake went back to work, and I wandered around SoHo and the Village. I ended up at one point, around NYU and Washington Square, where I got to watch a bit of a children's Halloween Parade. Teh Cute!

Around 6, I staked out a spot on 6th Avenue to watch the Halloween Parade, which was really neat ... at first.

After about an hour and a half or so, it became fairly dull ... so Jake and I headed out for dinner, finally landing at a Thai restaurant, Prem-On. As we were finishing our meal, there was some excitment. A girl at the table beside us had a seizure of some sort. She went all rigid and collapsed on the floor. Her friends didn't know what to do. A waiter called 911 and, eventually, the EMTs arrived. Excitement over, Jake and I paid up and met Alison and Peter at a tiny little bar called Angel's Share.

Thursday morning, I walked across Central Park and hopped on the A train to very Northern Manhattan (190th Street), so I could stroll through Fort Tryon Park and visit the Cloisters. If you need to get out of the city, without really getting out of the city, the Cloisters is the place to go. It was like being in the countryside. Very pretty.

I had probably the best meal during my trip at the cafe in Fort Tryon Park, New Leaf Cafe. The blackberry margarita was Super Yummy!

Blackberry marg!

After lunch, I headed down to Chelsea, where I walked around looking at various buildings and shops until it was time to meet Jake for dinner - Mexican food at the Blue Moon Mexican Cafe. $4 Happy Hour Margaritas! *woot*

Then, we went to g lounge for awhile. Alison called while we were there, and we decided to meet at another bar, Barrage, in Hell's Kitchen. Unfortunately, Barrage smelled like a toilet. So we left and walked up to Posh. It didn't smell like a toilet. Alison arrived, and Jake left soon after that. These two guys sat with Alison and me on a sofa in the back of the bar. I ordered another beer (Corona), as did one of those guys.

As the waiter was handing the guy his beer, he tripped and spilled beer all over us. We asked for napkins, and, once the waiter brought them, one of the other guys took all the napkins. Alison and I were, like, "Hello? Beer spilled on us too."

This guy apparently had the brainpower of ... um ... a rock, because he took his Corona, put his thumb over the top and turned it upside down to get the lime into the bottle. As he flipped it right side up, his thumb slipped, and he managed to spray me in the face with his beer. I was cleaning it off when the waiter brought my new beer, which dumb-as-rocks guy started to grab. I managed to pry it from his grip though.

He began to apologize for spraying me with beer by demonstrating what he did. "All I did was this," he said as he placed his thumb over the opening, tipped the bottle over, and managed to spill beer over us AGAIN.
I looked at him and almost started to say "Are you the dumbest person alive?" But, I managed to hold my tongue. Instead, I took a final swig of my beer, to demonstrate that one can actually drink a beer with out pouring it over other people, and said to Alison, "Let's go." And we did.

The next morning, I awoke very early (and very hungover) and headed to Penn Station. I was home by noon. I took a nap. Then, met Mike, Tomoko, and Jerry for happy hour. Yay!

All in all, a very good week. I'm glad to be home though!

[If you haven't seen the rest of my pix yet, they are on Flickr.]