Wednesday, January 31, 2007
As an added bonus, my metal sink drain looks all bright and shiny now. Yay for strong acids! YAY! Now, I want to pour Floweasy all over my house to make it bright and shiny. Will it work on the piles of papers waiting to be filed? The deconstructed cardboard boxes by the door? The random assorted bits and bobs cluttering my life?
For those of you who suggested using a snake, I would like you to know that I briefly considered it. Until I read this: When you reach an impasse, pull out the snake. With any luck, there will be a revolting rotten mass at the end of it, and decided toxic chemicals it is! *woot*
As for the rest of the evening, I watched 16 Blocks, starring Bruce Willis and Mos Def, which was surprisingly good. I mean, it's not an Oscar-worthy film or anything, but it was entertaining.
I am taking a brief break from knitting the Never-Ending Left Sleeve of the Never-Ending Sweater of Doom. I have set a goal of finishing this sweater by the end of February. That way I will have only worked on the thing for just over a year.
I started working on a cap. I found very soft yarn at Stitch DC last weekend, so the hat should totally rock. I bought enough yarn for two hats. I need to make
My first writing class is tonight. I'm a little nervous.
More later, kittens. *smooches*
*Title taken from a txt msg from Robert
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
As soon as I get home, I will pour it down my sink and it will eat through all the bits of veggie matter and coffee grounds and stuff that have clogged my precious sink.
Love me. Love my soon-to-be unclogged sinkishness!
2. My toilet is making dripping/still running sounds.
There will be a trip to the hardware store this afternoon to purchase some environmentally-friendly Drano-type sink-declogger. As for the toilet ... ? Maybe it will stop on its own. Or maybe I will call a plumber. I have several other small jobs, a plumber could do after he's fixed the drippy toilet. Or I could buy Toilets for Sissies and fix it myself. haha.
In Meat-free Monday news, my chili was delicious ... once I could eat it. When I finished making it, around 7PM, it was too hot to eat. So, I called Robert (or he called me, I can't remember). We talked. As that conversation was winding down, Mike called. As that conversation was winding down, Dana called. As that conversation was winding down, Darryl called. No one calls for months. Then, everyone calls in the same 2 hour window. I finally was able to eat my cold chili at about 8:30.
Later that same evening, I was hitching a ride on someone's unsecured wireless, when my mother sends an IM. "Are you still at work?"
Um. No. I then had to explain about the wonders of wireless internet. And how it is not stealing. It's like listening to the radio. The wireless waves are sent thoughout the world, and, if you can pick them up, it's perfectly acceptable to use them. Besides, if someone didn't want you using their wireless internet, wouldn't they password protect it?
She now thinks I'm going to prison for theft.
I put a saucepan of water on the radiator in my bedroom last night, and I slept much better. I only woke up once in need of a drink, and not every few hours like the past couple of nights. Ah. Humidity. It's a beautiful thing. In the winter. When it's not 90+ degrees outside.
I also had weird dreams. Involving my college mailbox.
*many happy smooches of humidified luv*
Updated to note: For those of you with a thing for Harry Potter's Daniel Radcliffe, here are some promo pics from Equus ... enjoy! [click on the numbers]
Monday, January 29, 2007
So. very. very. tired.
If you would like the chili recipe, here it is:
2 cans of beans (I like to use one red and one black), drained [and rinsed if not organic]
1 can of diced tomato with chilies
Various and assorted spices
Whatever the hell else you want to throw in there
Cook it all up.
Top with cheese.
I usually make cornbread, but I think I'm going to have pita tonight.
I am still cranky.
I don't particularly enjoy being cranky.
On a brighter note, my friend and former co-worker, Dana, reminded me of where the Amish Market is (Germantown, near her office) and sent me a link: Lancaster County Dutch Market.
Also, some of you may not know this, but I love doing my taxes every year. I like the process - the gathering of the receipts and W-2s and things. I like how elegant the form is, how the numbers line up. And I like simple, uncomplicated math. I need one more statement (my 2006 property taxes) and then I can file! *woot*
Something you may want to take note of, which I read on the IRS website: If you are single and your adjusted gross income (I think it was AGI) is less than $50K, you can e-file from various vendors for FREE!!! Check it out, people!
Yesterday, I met Tomoko, Darryl, Mike, and Robert for Brunch at Beacon Bar and Grill. $25 buffet with unlimited champagne/mimosas/bloody marys. The bloody marys sucked. The mimosas were yummy though. We left around 3. Mike had a date. Darryl, Tomoko, and I went shopping. I bought 2 sweaters at H&M [buy one sale item get one free!]. They are very cute.
Then, we met Robert at Dupont Circle and went drinking at Halo. I had three drinks. and no food. I was a little tipsy last night.
I got home around 8, and spent the evening chatting with friends online. Having a computer at home is nice. Yes it is. I went to bed around 11, but woke up very thirsty every few hours. Fortunately, I always put a big glass of water on my bedside table every night.
So, this morning, I was a bit overhung. I feel a little better now.
My other exciting news is that I have registered for an 8-week short story writing course at the Writer's Center in Bethesda. It starts on Wednesday, from 7:30-10PM. I will have to find a neighbor willing to exchange laundry times.
Maybe it will inspire me to start writing again :-)
[I mean, writing something other than frivolous blogposts that is]
Sunday, January 28, 2007
My favorite coffee (so far), and the one I always buy, is Quartermaine House Blend. YUM! But, yesterday, I used my last beans to make coffee for myself and Caroline to drink on the drive to Scarylandia (aka. Virginia).
What to do? What to do?
Like a crack addict looking for his next hit, I searched through the cupboards, where I discovered a previously opened bag of Gevalia Amaretto Coffee. That would have to do.
Surprisingly, it is not undrinkable.
Meanwhile, I need to start thinking about the furniture I want for my study-to-be. I want a hutch-like desk ... possibly about 7 feet tall. Yesterday, while waiting for John and Kristen, Carolyn and I wandered into an Amish furniture store on Duke Street (I think).
My furniture buying policy is that I don't buy crap. If I'm going to make an investment in furniture, I want it to be good, solid wood and I want it to last for my lifetime. I do not want IKEA/Target pressed wood formaldehyde-filled cheap pieces of crap.
The Amish furniture was awesome, but they didn't have exactly what I'm looking for. However, while wandering around the store, I remembered that in Northern Maryland there are a couple of places where Amish (or perhaps Mennonite) furniture makers from Lancaster, PA, sell their wares. Carolyn said she would drive us out there sometime. So, I need to get on the ball and find out where they are.
And, now, I must go get ready to meet people for brunch. *woot*
Saturday, January 27, 2007
(and a $25 all you can drink 5-8PM happy hour last night, but that's another story).
Carolyn, Kristen, and I met at 11:30 this morning in Scarylandia (aka Virginia) for a day at the movies. First, we watched Judi Dench in Notes on a Scandal. Twenty minutes after that movie, we saw Helen Mirren in The Queen. I thought Notes was a better, more interesting, more complex film. And, Judi Dench's performance was amazing. Helen Mirren's performance in The Queen was the only interesting thing about that movie. If you haven't seen either, I would recommend seeing Notes first. I would very much like to see Judi Dench win the Oscar, but -more than likely- Helen Mirren will carry the day. dang.
After the movies, Kristen went to pick up her husband, John, and we had sushi. Well, they had sushi. I had vegetable tempura. I am feeling all fat and bloated. I think I will spend the rest of the evening reclining on my sofa. Perhaps I will knit.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Here’s how it works: You don’t have to confess your answers, just the amount of your fine. (Not per incident!) Tally up your score and post it on your blog with the title… "My Fine Is…”
Smoked pot — $10
Did acid — $5
Ever had sex at church — $25
Woke up in the morning and did not know the person who was next to you — $40
Had sex with someone on MySpace — $25
Had sex for money — $100
Vandalized something — $20
Had sex on your parents’ bed — $10
Beat up someone — $20
Been jumped — $10
Crossed dressed — $10
Given money to stripper — $25
Been in love with a stripper — $20
Kissed some one who’s name you didn’t know — $0.10
Hit on some one of the same sex while at work — $15
Ever drive drunk — $20
Ever got drunk at work, or went to work while still drunk — $50
Used toys while having sex — $30
Got drunk, passed out and don’t remember the night before — $20
Went skinny dipping — $5
Had sex in a pool — $20
Kissed someone of the same sex — $10
Had sex with someone of the same sex — $20
Cheated on your significant other — $10
Masturbated — $10
Cheated on your significant other with their relative or close friend — $20
Done oral — $5
Got oral — $5
Done/got oral in a car while it was moving — $25
Stole something — $10
Had sex with someone in jail — $25
Made a nasty home video — $15
Had a threesome — $50
Had sex in the wild — $20
Been in the same room while someone was having sex — $25
Stole something worth over more than a hundred dollars — $20
Had sex with someone 10 years older — $20
Had sex with someone under 21 and you are over 27 — $25
Been in love with two people or more at the same time — $50
Said you love someone but didn’t mean it — $25
Went streaking — $5
Went streaking in broad daylight — $15
Been arrested — $5
Spent time in jail — $15
Peed in the pool — $0.50
Played spin the bottle — $5
Done something you regret — $20
Had sex with your best friend — $20
Had sex with someone you work with at work — $25
Had anal sex — $80
Lied to your mate — $5
Lied to your mate about the sex being good — $25
Notice anything about it? Like that the second highest fine is for anal sex [second only to prostitution]? Like there are all sorts of fines for kissing or hitting on someone of the same sex?
Because those things are bad?
And cheating on your significant other is less of a fine than having sex with someone of the same sex?
I am not able to articulate this very well, and I lack the gravitas of other bloggers. However, I know this quiz is all in fun (and, no, I'm not sharing my score. I want all of you to think of me as pure and chaste), but, still, the fact that some people consider the way that I have sex and express emotion and attraction are inferior and dirty irritates me to no end.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
They are BAKED! Not fried!
They have ZERO GRAMS of TransFats!
10% of my RDA of Vitamin A!
NO HYDROGENATED FATS!
Autolyzed yeast extract!
They are orange, so that means VITAMIN C!
"Their crispy cheesy goodness makes for a cozy feeling with every bite."
crispy. cheesy. poofy. goodness.
I may explode with JOY.
I'm going to eat the WHOLE BAG! *woot*
*cheesy poofy smooches*
1:30PM Update: Someone has eaten my entire bag of cheese poofery goodness. VUBOQ sad.
I am ... cranky.
My cousin is in Egypt. I am hating her. But, only for a little while, because I know in a few days she will be leaving the big city and heading out to a dig where she will live in a "house" that has no heating or indoor plumbing and working obscene hours. Ha.
I am not getting a strong enough wireless signal to access the internet from my desk.
I really have nothing of interest to blog about. I need to initiate some change.
Or at least coordinate a happy hour.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
I am not working hard enough at anything. I am not accomplishing anything. My motivation to succeed has oozed out my toes and down the drain. It’s a never-ending battle to barely keep up with everything [if you consider not cleaning the house in ages “barely keeping up”].
Of course, recognizing that one is in a rut is the first step of getting out of that rut. Today, on my do-nothing-est of days, I took a few minor steps in climbing out of my wintry doldrums.
First, I thought about what I accomplished once I got home (and no accomplishment is too small):
1. I knitted six rows on the Never-Ending Left Sleeve of the Never-Ending Sweater of Doom.
2. I made dinner (which was only re-heating lunch).
3. I cleaned out the catbox.
4. I watered my windowsill herb garden.
5. I did two loads of laundry, which I also folded and put away (except those items which weren’t quite dry).
6. I did the washing up, including the coffee maker!
7. I decided to get back on the Budget Bandwagon and created an MS Excel budget file for February.
8. I checked 2 websites for future employment.
9. I brainstormed about courses I could take and websites to check tomorrow.
10. I typed up a blog entry.
11. I did not eat all the Haagen-Daz.
*woot* Yay me!
I had a date.
Not the sweet chewy fruity kind, but, rather, the nerve-wracking, jittery kind.
I had a date tonight.
It was the first date I've had in a long, long time.
[I don't count Mike, since we sort of skipped the dating and went straight for the sex.]
I had a date tonight at Thai Tanic.
He was funny. And well-traveled. And cute. And thinky.
And his eyes sort of went all crinkly when he laughed.
And we know how I like all of those things.
I had a date tonight.
I vacillated between blithering idiot and stammering dunce and complete dork.
And we know how no one really likes any of those things.
I had a date.
When it ended, we shook hands.
"It was nice meeting you," he said.
"Likewise," said I. "We should do this again sometime."
"Yeah. Keep in touch," he said half-heartedly, as he turned and walked away.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
2. I was born in Morganton, NC. The other cities in which I have lived (for at least 3 months) in as close to chronological order as I can get: Belmont, NC; Murphy, NC; Stallings, NC; Rural Hall, NC; Elon, NC; Cherryville, NC; Mt. Airy, NC; Mt. Gilead, NC; Albemarle, NC; Kitakyushu-shi, Japan; Marion, NC; Beijing, China; Washington, DC; and Silver Spring, MD.
3. Even though I live in Silver Spring, DC feels more like "home" to me.
4. I like to travel. Countries I have visited: England, Scotland, Belgium, East and West Germany, Japan, South Korea (briefly), Phillipines (very briefly), Thailand, Malaysia, Singapore, Bali, China, Taiwan, and Mexico (just across the border).
5. I received my BA in Science Education, Biology Concentration from Elon University in 1992.
6. I received my MA in Global Environmental Policy from American University in 2001.
7. Other colleges/universities where I have taken a course or two: Gaston Community College (General Chemisty I), Appalachian State University (Organic Chemistry I and II), Kitakyushu University (Beginning Japanese), Catawba County Community College (Calculus), Western Piedmont Community College (Pottery), and University of Maryland at College Park (Ecological Economics).
8. Currently, I work as the Deputy Program Manager of the Toxic Substances Control Act Information Service (TAIS), an EPA-contracted hotline.
9. My other jobs in as close to reverse chronological order as I can remember were: Technical Information Specialist for TAIS, Deputy Program Manager for the National Lead Information Center (NLIC), Technical Information Specialist for NLIC, [Edited to include]Sackler Gallery of Art Gift Shop Clerk (part-time) [Thanks for the reminder, Dykewife], AU Research Assistant (part-time), AU English/Biology Tutor (part-time), US Geography Teacher, English Instructor in Japan and China, JC Penney Sales Associate, Furniture Leg Sander in some random furniture factory, high school Biology Teacher, Loan Payment Book Machine Operator, Freshens Yogurt Assistant Manager, Elon University Biology/Zoology Lab Assistant, Carousel Yogurt Sales Associate (heh), Arby's Sales Associate (or whatever they called us), and Winston-Salem State University Chemistry Lab Assistant.
10. I have body image issues.
11. I have yet to find my calling in life.
12. When I get colds, they linger for weeks. Sometimes longer. *cough* *hack*
13. Is my lucky number. I graduated 13th out of 400 in my high school class. I have no idea why I still remember this.
14. Yes, I do: Stupid little facts tend to stick in my brain like flies to flypaper.
15. Which also means I tend to carry a grudge for a long, long time. I'm working on this though.
16. I will not seriously date anyone who doesn't like blue cheese again.
17. If I can avoid it, I never want to live above the Mason-Dixon Line. I hates cold weather.
18. I like cheese grits made with Velveeta.
19. My favorite color is green.
20. But, liking green doesn't mean that I like everything that is green. Seriously. I had this friend/ co-worker in Japan who would hold up the most horrible looking pieces of crap and say "This is green. You must like this." Uh. No.
This is exhausting. I'm stopping here.
I was starting a list of 100 Things About Me, until I looked at the time and realized,
Why is that important? Because at 8:30, LIVE FROM LA! the Oscar nominees were announced.
And isn't that aheckuvalot more interesting than 100 (OK, I'd only gotten to 3) Things About Me? I think so ...
9:01 Update: So far, I have only seen 2 nominated films: Little Miss Sunshine (Best Picture, Best Supporting Actor, Best Supporting Actress, Original Screenplay) and The Devil Wears Prada (Best Actress, Costumes). That is *so* sad.
9:45 Update: Hm ... I am feeling a little better about my movie choices this year. I have also seen the following nominated pictures:
Pan's Labyrinth (Original Screenplay, Foreign Language Film, Makeup, and Score)
Inconvenient Truth (Original Song, Documentary Feature)
Curse of the Golden Flower (Costume)
Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest (Sound Mixing)
And, as an added bonus, I have seen all three of the films nominated for Visual Effects: Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest, Poseidon, and Superman Returns.
10:07 Update: On the bright side, I have only seen 3 of the films nominated for Razzies! [Poseidon, Superman Returns, and Da Vinci Code, if you must know]
Monday, January 22, 2007
I also had a craving for wild rice. I decided to carmelize a red onion with mushrooms; however, when I got home, I discovered my red onion had ... erm ... gotten a little moldy. [And, by "a little," I mean "was covered in mold colonies and soft and mushy."] I really should clean out my refridgerator more often.
Soo... instead, while the basmati and wild rice mix was simmering, I sauteed a mix of different mushrooms with garlic and balsamic vinegar and added about half of a bag of baby spinach.
Then, I steamed some green beans, which I tossed with toasted pine nuts and parmesan cheese!
Dessert will be Chocolate Peanut Butter Haagen-Daz. *drool*
"What's going on," I asked.
"I just finished putting together a Mexican layered dip for the games later."
"It's the playoffs."
"Oh. Are you having people over?"
"Are you going to a party?"
"No. I'm going to watch the games here by myself."
When did Isa become a football junkie? I mean, seriously, it's like finding out she's a lesbian ... or worse! Football. Junkie. augh.
She even explained who was playing. And who she wanted to win. And her predictions for the Super Bowl. Did you know that's coming up soon? It's like the Oscars for straight people or something?
Last year, I think I watched part of it. At least, I remember all these over-produced, rarely interesting commercials getting interrupted by a football game of some sort.
This year, the Indianapolis Colts (Didn't they used to be in Baltimore?) take on the Chicago Bears (Didn't they used to be good? Ditka! Refridgerator!). I predict that since Bears are big ... and scary ... and hirsute ... and sometimes wear leather ... and say really weird things like woof, they will win ... by a score of 37 to 9.
Will you watch?
Do you care?
When is it, anyway?
*Super Bowl Smooches*
I figured that they would have fixed it before this morning. I was wrong.
4 hours with no internet at work is a lifetime. I made the most of all the free time and cleaned my desk. It is practically spotless. And organized. And I have a crapload of files that I've been meaning to take home for over a year packed into my rucksack. *woot*
Here's a photo of the creek near my apartment. I took it on the slippery ice-crispy walk to work this morning:
Oh, and don't forget, today is Meat-free Monday! Do your part for the environment and enjoy a meat-free meal today!
Sunday, January 21, 2007
I arrived at the National Press Club at about 6:45. I checked my coat and said hi to Jerry and his mom. I then found the bar and started on the aforementioned likkerygoodness. Free. Booze. *woot*
I wandered around, but didn't see anyone I knew ... or anyone famous.
At 7:30, people started to filter into the dining room. Funnily enough of the 10 people at my table, 3 of them had been in the elevator with me earlier. ha! The gay men sitting on my right were witty and entertaining. We had much fun conversation. The 3 women on my left were ... um ... dour. I tried to engage them several times in conversation, but they were having none of it. And I guess my particular brand of humor was lost on them. Oh, well.
The dinner was ok ... for banquet food. The entertainment was hilarious. Jerry was roasted by a college friend. The Polish ambassador gave a brief speech, as did Jerry's editor. A prize was awarded for the best pair of snowboots. Unfortunately, my totally cute pair of light blue Timberlands were beaten out by some Upstate Snowshoes. Dang. Anyway, the headline entertainment was political comedian, Mark Russell. His presentation was quite funny, highlighted by the stingingly accurate line:
[paraphrased slightly] "When Democrats lie to Congress, it's called perjury. When a Republican lies to Congress, it's called the State of the Union Address."
Ouch. I winced and laughed.
After much wine with dinner, everyone moved back to the ballroom for more drinks and dancing. I ended up talking with one of my tablemates, Donald, who also didn't know anyone there. It was fun. I drank a lot. And eventually headed home around 12ish.
Of course, I started coughing and couldn't fall asleep until well after 2.
Now, it is snowing. I am blaming Jerry and all those people from Buffalo who came down for the inauguration.
This afternoon, Tomoko and I were going to see The History Boys; however, when we got to the theater, we were told that the projector was broken. Gah. I guess I'll be waiting until it comes out on DVD now. *sigh*
Instead, we walked to Alero for brunch and margaritas. Fun times. We were supposed to meet Mike and his friend at 4, but around 3:30, I think Tomoko and I were both ready to head home.
For the rest of the day, I'm going to bundle up on my sofa, drink hot cocoa, knit, and watch Funny Girl. I have all the fun.
*snowy Sunday smooches*
Saturday, January 20, 2007
I like doing all those things, but I don't think I would like to do them exclusively.
Tonight, I will going to an event with about 250 people. I will know one other person, the guest of honor. Just thinking about it makes my chest get all tight. However, I will go.
I will focus on my breathing.
I will remember to smile.
I will make small talk with interesting people ... and, hopefully, not come off as being a complete dullard.
I will have a good time.
And, if I don't, at least I'm getting a free meal. *heh*
Wish me luck ...
Friday, January 19, 2007
Tonight, on the way home, I saw the Big Dipper. Scooping up the sky and dumping it back out. Like life. We have happiness; we have sorrow. What goes around comes around. And I thought, as I gazed upon the Big Dipper making its slow, lazy, seasonal circle in the sky, there is hope. Things get bad. Then, they get better.
Somehow, gazing into the dark black sky, feeling the emptiness of space, and the whirling of the stars made me feel better.
I thought I couldn't go on. But I can. And I will.
That's how it works.
I somehow managed to pull myself out of bed this morning. *woot*
Showered. Shaved. Dressed. Bundled up and staggered up the hill to work.
Back in the day, I had to walk to work. In 15 feet of snow. Uphill. Both ways!
It was surprisingly exhausting. I made a big mug of ginger-lemon-cayenne tea with honey to fortify me through the morning. I think all the honey sunk to the bottom though because the first few sips have been *shudder* sour.
Meanwhile, I have to call this guy from DoD. One of my former graduate school mates is moving back to the area and into a job which requires some sort of security clearance. She asked me to be a reference. Oh, Joy. Oh, Rapture. I promised her not to tell him about the time we got way drunk on margaritas at the restaurant Acapulco (now an Indian restaurant ... that should give you an indication of the quality of their Mexican food). I had to carry her home. Big fun.
Tonight, Mike is hosting a game night. I am still undecided if I should go. I may go but not stay too late. That way, I can be rested up for the big event on Saturday night. A friend of mine is being inaugurated as president of the National Press Club. I'm going to the Inaugural Ball. I feel a bit like Cinderella ... except that I have no fairy godmother (I know plenty of fairies though) and instead of glass slippers, we are all supposed to wear snow boots. I plan on meeting the wealthy newspaper reporter of my dreams. *haha*
*Happy Friday smooches*
Thursday, January 18, 2007
I am sick. Really. I'm congested and coughing and have a sinus headache. It's loads of fun. I made some ginger-lemon tea with cayenne pepper and honey, which I drank this morning. Robert always tells me to swallow a clove of garlic too. I did yesterday. It's not fun. I have to cut it into pieces and they kind of hurt when I swallow them. I wonder if I could mash it into a glass of water and drink it? That might be easier.
No plans for the day. I'll probably knit, eat, sleep, goof around on the computer, and possibly even finish watching Season 1 of Melrose Place.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
I am totally congested. Not fun.
I'm having a Whole Foods smoothie now to up my vitamin intake.
I'm going to be really really pissed if I am still sick on Saturday.
Oh, this is funny:
Mike sent out an email yesterday inviting people over to his place on Friday around 7 for a game night. He said he'll make pizza and there's loads of beer and wine leftover from his cocktail party.
This morning, our friend, Darryl, emailed back, "Sounds like a plan ... But how is 8PM?"
Since Darryl replied to everyone, I think people will get confused. Is it at 7 ... or 8? It's like Darryl decided to change the starting time of someone else's party. What D should have done is say, "I can't be there until 8."
The funniest thing though is even after all this confusion works itself out, something will probably come up and Darryl won't make it.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
I feel like I'm getting congested, which would totally suck. I will not be sick for this weekend. I have big plans. More on that later. Perhaps tomorrow ...
Anyway, yesterday (or the day before), I took photos of my Chia Herb Garden and forgot to post them. Here they are:
Mmm. Don't they look delicious?
And, now, I am off to bed. *good night smooches*
Life is so cruel.
As a side note, Silver Spring's free wireless truly doth sucketh. I was sitting directly beneath a wireless "hotspot" but still could not get a decent signal.
In other news, my co-op's annual shareholder's meeting is tonight. I am very not wanting to go. I don't feel like interacting with a bunch of people I don't know very well. I may feign illness and give my proxy form to a neighbor. Hopefully, I will not be elected to the board in absentia.
I am still cranky.
Here to cheer you all up is a photo from Mike's party. I would be the cute one on your left:
"The movie starts at 2:30, so I'll meet you at Gallery Place before then."
Gallery Place, 2:30.
"I'm running a little late. I'll be there in about 5 minutes."
"Fine. I'll go into the theater and get seats."
Gallery Place, 4:45.
"You're mad at me, aren't you?"
"No. I'm not mad. I'm irritated. And frustrated."
"You can tell me you're angry. I'll still be your friend."
"If I were angry, you'd know it."
Every time the door opened into the theater, I thought it was you. Every time. I couldn't enjoy the first 20 minutes of the movie because I was looking at the door to see if you had arrived. After that, I couldn't enjoy the movie because I was fluctuating between worry and irritation. I considered leaving to find out what happened. But, I can't allow someone else to dictate my decisions. I'm irritated that you were inconsiderate. I'm irritated that you couldn't bother to pay attention when I told you the name of the movie and where it was showing. Mostly though, I'm irritated that it bothered me so much and that I can't seem to let it go.
And that 9:30PM phone call attempting to justify what you did by saying that the movie was showing (about 2 weeks ago) at the first theater you went to didn't really help.
So, I'm irritated, cranky, and didn't sleep well last night. In addition, I downloaded a new version of Internet Explorer and it's not working, so I can't get online at home. I have a feeling this is going to be a craptastic week. And, I need to work on changing that ...
To do that, I am going to ...
A) Not give inconsiderate people power over my attitude.
B) Try to get my stupid IE to work.
C) Job hunt like a crazy person and hopefully find a position somewhere, anywhere, that suits my abilities and is challenging.
Not that a new job will fix my life, but it will be a step in the right direction ...
Sunday, January 14, 2007
I think the last movie I saw in which I felt like that was the Japanese film Grave of the Fireflies (Hotaru no Haka). Which fortunately, I watched in the comfort of my own home.
Anyway, I highly recommend it. Go see it. NOW.
This is me, prior to going out. Please ignore my messy apartment and focus on the cute clothes (and the cute kitty, who wanted to be in the photo but didn't make it all the way before the self-timer went off).
I'm hoping to get a group together to see Pan's Labyrinth this afternoon [E St. Theater. 2PM. Be there, or be square.]
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Friday, January 12, 2007
I cooked Indian food. From scratch.
And, here's the thing: I don't particularly like Indian food.
But, recently, I have had some really good Indian food -when I was in London and at Udupi in Langley Park. Thus, I decided to re-evaluate my aversion to all things mushy and attempt to cook Dykewife and Bran's chole (aka chana masala).
This is what it looked like:
I followed the recipe almost exactly too. The only problem was that it tasted a bit ... er ... sharp. Sort of tinny, like I had chewed on a small bit of aluminum foil. Robert suggested that it might have been because I used canned chickpeas. I wonder if it was something with the spices I used, though. Anyway, it was still good, and I have loads leftover (at least 3 meals worth). I froze two. I hope it freezes well.
In other news, it's a 3-day holiday weekend and MAL [Mid-Atlantic Leather, for those of you not in the know]. *woot*
I think I'm going out for happy hour tonight with Robert. Saturday, Mike returns from Nebraska and hosts a cocktail party at his house. I have no plans for Sunday or Monday, but I believe MLKDAM [Martin Luther King Day Afternoon Margaritas] might be in order.
This made me laugh this morning: Our charge code for federal holidays on our electronic timesheets is "Fringe Labor/ Holiday Leave" [I'm not sure what "fringe labor" is], which is abbreviated on the time sheet as "FRG.HOLDY." I've been reading that as "Frog Holiday." *heh*
Also, I had this really weird dream last night that involved 2 Massachusetts-residing bloggers, except they were not residing in Massachusetts. They were in Okinawa.
Yeah ... it got weirder from there.
ANYWAY, hope your day is filled with sunshine and daisies.
More later ...
Thursday, January 11, 2007
VUBOQ is reminded that there are a lot of idiots out there:
"Condoms don't belong in school, and neither does Al Gore. He's not a schoolteacher," said Frosty Hardison, a parent of seven who also said that he believes the Earth is 14,000 years old. "The information that's being presented is a very cockeyed view of what the truth is. ... The Bible says that in the end times everything will burn up, but that perspective isn't in the DVD."
The article goes on to state:
School Board members adopted a three-point policy that says teachers who want to show the movie must ensure that a "credible, legitimate opposing view will be presented," that they must get the OK of the principal and the superintendent, and that any teachers who have shown the film must now present an "opposing view."
UM? "credible, legitimate opposing view?" Considering that nearly ever single climate scientist out there knows that climate change is actually occuring, the only opposing views you are going to get are from right-wing nutjobs and biblical-fanatics. I would hardly call those views credible or legitimate.
Way to go, Federal Way! What's next, a Kansas-style revocation of evolution?
At least, there is some sanity in that school system:
"I think that a movie like that is a really great way to open people's eyes up about what you can do and what you are doing to the planet and how that's going to affect the human race," said Kenna Patrick, a senior at Jefferson High School.
When it comes to the idea of presenting global warming skeptics, Patrick wasn't sure how necessary that would be. She hadn't seen the movie but had read about it and would like to see it.
"Watching a movie doesn't mean that you have to believe everything you see in it," she said.
Seriously, I think I am going to have to jump back on the budget bandwagon. I had stopped keeping my budget so religiously, because I felt I had a good handle on my savings. However, I think I have slipped. I am spending too much money. I'll work on something tonight and start keeping it in February. Woo hoo. Budgets. They are so much fun.
No, I'm not kidding. I loved my budget. I need some financial discipline. Beat me about the head and shoulders with that ledger! HOT!
In other news, I went to Whole Foods and purchased the ingredients necessary to make Dykewife and Bran's chole. Hopefully, it will be yummy. I had to ask a couple people what "garam masala" was. I think I was confusing it with "ghee."
I also bought a sandwich, which I am now eating. It is total yummiliciousness.
Oh, and have I mentioned how much I love flannel sheets? I do. I love them ... especially when they are fresh from the dryer and all toasty warm. Mmmmm. Isabella loves them, too, but they make her fur all staticky. I can't wait to go to bed tonight :-)
PS. There won't be any Cinnamon Bunny Graham videos today, because my camera's batteries died. Try not to mourn. Just watch the other ones over and over again here.
I’ve been yanked from too many places I’ve loved to ever feel completely settled and comfortable, like I truly belong. Specific places hold no meaning. I have no deep connections. Friendships come and go. Bloom and fade. Flourish and die. Mourn and move on in my endless search to find *my* place, the place where the conditions are right, where I will flourish.
Rich, warm earth. Lots of sun. Plenty of water.
Perhaps, it’s an issue of complacency. Stop searching. This is where the wind dropped me. Relax. Enjoy the sun, sprout, grow, live.
Or maybe I should let the wind carry me elsewhere …
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
1. how light can be both a wave and a particle (or packets of particles that move in wave ... whatever).
4. people's excitement over a phone. [Oh, wait, maybe I do understand this one ... it lets you "control everything with just your fingers." Whereas, previously, we had to use our toes to dial our fucking phones. It's a phone, people. It's not God in a Box.]
Feel free to add to my list in the comments ...
We still kept in sporadic contact. He started going to AA. He changed jobs several times. He moved back to New York. He started drinking again. Recently, we've been chatting more often ... almost daily. At one point, he asked why we never went out. I explained, and he apologized for being an ass. Now, he's invited me up to visit.
I'm seriously considering it.
I'm also seriously considering the fact that I may be crazy.
Now, go take a look at the fabulosity here. And tell me how wonderful I am. I could use a little positive reinforcement ;-)
I could also use a little help in figuring out why the stupid videos won't embed in this blog. Every time I tried, I got html errors. GAH.
Meanwhile, I've been thinking a lot recently about "place" and how one gains a sense of it. I'm working on a post about that in my head which may or may not get written and/or published. We'll see ...
Tonight is laundry night. *woot* I must remember to get quarters at some point. Someday it would be so nice to have a home with my own washer and dryer. And a deck. Or a balcony. And, while we're dreaming, a hunky housekeeper.
Oh, and if any of you are job-hunting, the WaPo had some really great articles/advice on crafting resumes and cover letters.
OK. Something more substantial later, hopefully.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Nevermind. I can't get the stupid thing to work. Here's a link that may or may not work:
Cinnamon Graham Bunny and the Dive of Death
Meanwhile, two more videos are located on Cinnamon Graham Bunny World. Have fun.
Previously in VUBOQ Soup-Making Land, I only had a 4 qt soup pot, which was fairly shallow. Whenever I tried to use the handmixer to puree my soup, it was a Soup Explosion - soup over everything! Soup in my hair. Soup on the chair! Soup everywhere! Now, with my 8 qt super-tall super-cute Emeril soup pot, there is no Soup Explosion. There is simply a high-powered whirling dervishness of soup blended goodness. *woot*
Meanwhile, I downloaded Trillian to Eugene last night (Thanks Sassy, ... et al, for the suggestion). The only problem is I can't get it to accept my MSN Messenger password. Alas. At least YIM and AIM worked! I got to chat with two supercuties last night :-)
Fun times, my peeps. Fun. Times.
More later. *smooch*
Monday, January 08, 2007
And, here's a fun picture of my Meat-Free Monday Experimental Soup in the Making [please note cute new 8 quart soup pot]:
It's onion, small butternut squash, sweet potato, and a can of diced fire-roasted tomatoes with chilies. Onions sauteed in canola oil and Thai red curry paste. Added a veggie boullion cube and enough water to cover. Now, it's in the "simmer until soft" stage. Then, I will blend. *woot*
I forgot to buy cream or coconut milk to make it creamy. Oh, well. Verdict and -maybe- final photo tomorrow.
"... consider that Google recently estimated that the average blog is read by one person. In other words, for most bloggers, that means your mom's not even reading you anymore."
I have more than one regular reader (and I can say with 100% certainty it is not my mother).
I am above average.
I rock, bitches!
Meanwhile, Eugene is having issues maintaining a connection with Silver Spring's wifi. It's very disappointing. I even took him downtown during lunch. He would connect, but would be bumped off after 5 minutes or so. It was frustrating. I'm not sure it's reflective of a) Eugene's ability to connect with wirelessness or b) Silver Spring's wifi of crappiness.
Or it could be something else ... I was in Borders, which has it's own not-for-free wifi, so it could be that the wifis were competing for Eugene's affection. Hmmm ...
I like that: Everyone loves Eugene!
In fact, after comparing it to my previous statement, it was $2.50 more! Somehow, increasing my pre-tax Metro payments has given me a pay raise!
Woo hoo. I don't know how that happened, but I like it.
I should be down ... but I'm not.
I'm fair-to-middlin'. woot.
I brought in the new laptop, hence forth referred to as "Eugene," to work this morning. I get a fairly decent signal from Silver Spring's wifi (2 bars), but for some reason I can't connect. I wonder if the weather is screwing it up? I will cart Eugene closer to the signal during my lunch break to see what happens.
Also, I want to download some chat software ... I use AIM at work; however, I vaguely recall that there is some chatware program which allows you to chat using AIM, hotmail, yahoo, etc. Anyone know what it's called and how I get it?
So far, no one has mentioned the dramatic hair color change. *sigh* Let's see how long it takes.
In the meantime, today is, of course, Meat-Free Monday. I hope at least some of you will partake of a meat-free meal today. And, in doing so, give our environment a little boost of support. I think I'm going to experimentally cook this evening. I'm not sure what though. I am open to suggestions. The meal should be something appropriate to accompany my Post-Epiphany Undecorating Extravaganza.
more later, kitttens.
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Memoirs of a Geisha
Madea's Family Reunion
Gay Sex in the 70s
The Da Vinci Code
An Inconvenient Truth
The Devil Wears Prada
Pirates of the Caribbean 2
Little Miss Sunshine
Jet Li's Fearlees
The Nightmare Before Christmas (in 3-D)
Of the movies I saw, I think Little Miss Sunshine and The Illusionist were probably the best. The worst would have to be either Firewall or The Da Vinci Code.
What were the best/worst movies you saw in 2006?
Raise your hand if you drank too much last night. *raises hand*
At least I had a good time.
Or I vaguely remember having a good time. *heh*
There is some good news though!
For Christmas, my parents gave me a Chia Herb Garden. 4 little terracotta pots. Magic Chia soil. And 6 seed packets. I "planted" sweet basil, sweet marjoram, cilantro, and dill. Every day for the past week, I've been making sure the water level stays up. This weekend, I noticed that the seeds have sprouted!!! Yay!!
My new goal is to try not to kill them. I need to read in the instructions to see what to do. I was going to take a photo of my little growing windowsill herb garden, but the batteries in my camera died and I can't find the new ones I bought.
but. right now. i can't see it. when i think about it. when i concentrate on it. all i see is a void.
at emiliano's birthday party tonight, several people reminded me that i could have sex whenever i wanted ... but that's not what i want. i don't want just 'the sex.'
why can't i have the connection? why can't i have the LOVE? well, the LOVE and the sex. that's what i want. and, that's what i can't seem to get.
and, i think i'm going to be alone.
for a long time.
aren't you glad i have internet access at home now so you can read all these late night, drunken, depressing ramblings?
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Friday, January 05, 2007
Probably not the best answer. Because he countered by asking if I thought that humans would evolve into energy beings or not.
Fortunately, Dennis came back into the room and the conversation switched to humanity and energy and auras ... and how -I am not making this up- Dennis insists that he can see the energy when he holds his index fingers about an inch apart.
"I go cross-eyed and see a hot dog," I replied.
Dennis went on to say that at the gym he can sometimes see the energy of the people working out in front of him. As he was babbling on about this, I remembered that I, too, had had a religious vision. Christmas 1979. My family attended a multi-denominational Christmas service in (or near) Murphy, NC. As we sat there, listening to the choir sing and the organ play, I saw Jesus appear on the cross hanging over the altar. His mouth was moving, but I couldn't hear or understand what he was trying to say. Deep down in my heart, I know it was "You've been a good boy and are going to get everything you want from Santa."
What can I say? I'm a skeptic. I doubt Dennis sees gym patrons' energy, just as I doubt I saw Jesus hanging on the cross one Christmas Eve. I doubt humans are going to involve into energy beings any time soon, just as I doubt we are going to evolve into hairy seals who laugh at their farts, a la Kurt Vonnegut's Galapagos.
I doubt, but I also believe. I believe Spirituality is similar to Christianity in that each religion, and I use that term loosely, contains lessons we can use to become better people and to treat our fellow humans with kindness and love. However, the mythologies of religion need to be approached with skepticism and rational thought. Seeing someone's energy at the gym is about as likely as a virgin giving birth ... or a buddha springing from his mother's armpit or Aphrodite bursting out of Zeus' forehead.
We cling to the hope of a Higher Power, because we don't want to believe we are alone, that this is all there is. But, I believe we are, and it is.
Happy Friday. woot.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
And, now, I'm going to bed.
*good night smooches*
On the escalator into one of Atlanta's subway (MARTA) stations has this very cool optical illusion. About halfway down the escalator, the brickwork changes from a horizontal pattern to a vertical one, which makes it seem like the escalator has suddenly gotten a heckuvalot steeper.
When I was about 7 or 8, my brother and I went to visit my cousins in Marietta, GA. One day, the family took us into Atlanta specifically to experience that one escalator ride. At the time, I thought it was so cool.
Now, looking back, I'm imagining the following conversation:
Aunt: How are we going to entertain your brother's children?
Uncle: Well, they live in the mountains ... I think they've already seen indoor plumbing.
Uncle: I know! We'll take them into Atlanta and let them ride the escalators!
Aunt (in strong southern accent): "Uncle Ray! Uncle Ray! These stairs! They moooooooooooove!"
[Uncle and Aunt collapse into laughter!]
I started thinking about this after trying to visualize the sound of my new corduroys. Do they make more of a zush zush or, perhaps, zwish zwish? Zwishing sounds a little gay ... so that's probably the more appropriate term in my case. *heh*
The cords arrived yesterday. I was a bit perturbed because I had ordered 2 pairs, but received only one. I called J Crew, and the gentlemen on the phone was all "We sent you an email explaining that one pair you ordered was out of stock."
Yeah. That's great. It must have gotten caught up in my spam filter or something. You would think they would also include a note with the order as well. I guess not. Anyway, he checked and said that the pants were back in stock. They should be sending them to me soon. Yay.
Anyway, enough about clothes, let's chat about food! *woot*
Last night, I made an experimental tofu dish. The photo came out blurry and small. I must have hit the wrong button or something:
First, I made a marinade of sake, soy sauce, miso, and ginger (I only had powdered ginger, but would have prefered to use freshly grated). I sliced the tofu into one inch-ish cubes and marinated them for about 30 minutes. Then, I lightly browned them in canola oil, and put them on a paper towel to remove excess oil.
I sauteed 1/4 of an onion (diced) in the remaining oil in the pan. Once the onions were done-ish, I removed them from the heat and scraped them into the remaining marinade.
Next, I put a package of sliced mushrooms into the frying pan. After they had browned a bit, I added the onion/marinade mixture and cooked until the mushrooms were mostly done. Then, I added a packaged of baby spinach.
While the spinach was wilting, I quickly cooked up a batch of couscous.
The spinach/mushroom/onion/tofu mixture was served over the couscous. It was yummy, but I think I would have rather had it over white rice.
More later. Have a superfabulicious day! *smooch*
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Mmm Mmm Good.
The caffeine still hasn't kicked in yet. I might need another cup soon.
And lunch. I need to eat lunch, but I can't decide what I want. Perhaps, I will have a lunch of coffee and more coffee. Then, I can eat an early dinner when I get home.
As I wrote earlier, I bought a laptop yesterday. If you remember, my old laptop met an unfortunate demise when my lovely PsychoKitty knocked over a glass of water on it while I was surfing the internet (porn). There was a POP! a HISS! and all went black.
Yesterday, I called (finally) about getting it fixed and was told that it would be *at least* $300. GAH. SO, I went to Best Buy, saw a Gateway computer on sale for $550, and bought it. It's smallish and lightish, so I should be able to bring it to work with me.
I probably won't be blogging from home, unless the Internet Fairy flies down from the moon and grants me free internet access for life (and if she could throw in free cable, too, it would be much appreciated). I should be able to blog more on weekends though, since I can come up to beautiful downtown Silver Spring and use their free wifi. *woot*
My superlong weekend was superfantastic!
Friday night, Eric drove down from Baltimore. We met Tomoko at Halo and had a gay ol' time. We ate dinner at Thai Tanic. Yum. Drunken noodle. Then, we went back to Halo for one more drink. A fun time was had by all. I got home relatively early (10:30), but stayed up watching Melrose Place for a lot longer than I expected.
Saturday, I blobbed around the house a lot. I can't remember if I did anything interesting ... so probably I didn't.
Sunday, I blobbed more. And, then, Eric drove back down from Baltimore and we went to Robert's house for New Year's Eve. Good food. Good booze. Good music. Loads of fun. I drank too much though. I got home around 2:15. Was in bed by 3.
Monday, I was very. hung.over. I got up around 10. Made some coffee and took a 3 hour nap on my sofa. Mmm. Sofa. Nap. All good. Tomoko, Emiliano, and Robert came over around 4 and we had Japanese food (prepared by Tomoko). It was very yummy. And we had lots of sake and beer. Mmmm.
Tuesday, I slept late. Then, I cleaned some of my bedroom. Later that afternoon, I headed into DC to buy the laptop. I came home. I blobbed around. Around 4:30, I went back to DC to meet Robert and his friends for happy hour and dinner. Vanil and ginger at Fab Lounge. Beer at Bistrot du Coin. Pizza and wine at Sette. YUM.
I got home around 10 and went to bed soon after. So very, very tired.
Today is laundry day. I wanted to go pick up the new laptop, but I think I will be too rushed. I will do it tomorrow after work. Fun times.
Tonight, I'm also doing experimental cooking with leftover tofu. *woot*
and, especially lots of *welcome back from your hiatus smooches* for Persian Guy!
ps. Be my Netflix friend. Please. I'm so lonely ...