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Today we went to Angel's to have dinner with my parents and sister and Andrew and his girlfriend, plus Kirsten's (and my) friend Amanda, in honour of Andrew's birthday last week. My dad was extremely obnoxious as always.

Now we're home we're watching That's Entertainment III and knitting and they showed scenes from Showboat and On the Town and I missed Matt, and I also missed Goose until I read her blog and realized that she doesn't love me, so now I hate her.

Kitana is obviously depressed and I think it may be chemical.

Must go, more knitting to be done.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:23 PM | shower me with attention

Right now, I look to my right of the posting page, and it reads:
Sorry, publishing is temporarily unavailable. [why?]

This is not the first problem I have had with this system.

You know what I just learned, if you go to blogger through a specific server-- ice9.blogger.com-- it always works.

Weird, eh?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:07 AM | shower me with attention

Best Christmas CD ever.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:54 AM | shower me with attention

I was reading Strindberg's The Father for that stupid theatre class and there's this scene near the beginning between a Captain and a Pastor, and although the characters have nothing in common, I couldn't help but hear the Pastor in Father Mulcahy's voice and the Captain in Hawkeye's.

Sheesh.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:49 AM | shower me with attention

Friday, November 22, 2002

My new cell phone is here. Number's the same.

Of course I can't retrieve the numbers from my old phone because my old phone is frozen. So I have to find everyone's numbers again.

It's always somepin.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:06 PM | shower me with attention

I wasn't going to, but all the others are and I'm nothing if not a follower. My Mash results:

You will live in a Shack.
You will drive a rust-coloured hot-air balloon.
You will marry Dave Foley and have none kids.
You will be a diva in San Francisco.

And, swear to god, the computer took the LONGEST TIME to decide between Dave and Gina.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:59 PM | shower me with attention

Thursday, November 21, 2002

I take back my gloating. We're the wrong kind of Neilsen family, whatever that means.

I was too angry to listen to the explanation. Alls I know is, I wield no ratings power.

Grrrr.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:05 PM | shower me with attention

I have a painful throbbing bitch of a headache and my parents are screaming bloody murder at each other.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:51 PM | shower me with attention

I came home just now to a delicious surprise: a Neilsen scanner in a box on the table.

Ladies and gentelmen, WE ARE A NEILSEN FAMILY!!!

The cruel joke is that it comes three years too late to save Newsradio, and Kids in the Hall is not currently being shown on Comedy Central, but, dammit, there's going to be an impressive surge in ratings for M*A*S*H reruns!

Suck up to me now, and I'll single-handedly save your favourite ailing show!

I am ridiculously excited.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:40 PM | shower me with attention

I just took an early lunch so I could take a bus to a yarn store 10 blocks away, spend almost all of the rest of my money on yarn, and then take a cab back to work so I wouldn't be late. Now I am empty-stomached and without any work to do at the moment. And no needles, so I can't even knit.

Bring on the work, people. Bring on the work.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:58 PM | shower me with attention

I love that I can tune into a radio station and immediately hear my favourite singer.

So, I was thinking the other day that I should join that bone-marrow transplant database, because all you have to do is donate blood. You don't have to donate marrow unless you actually match someone, and then you get to possibly save a life. So it's easy and it's a good thing to do. Then I went to a website to read about it, and you know what? Can't give blood. Not because of the anti-depressants, which are usually acceptable "if the condition is controlled" (howdy!), but because I got a tattoo less than a year ago.

Turns out that no one in my family can give blood either: my dad's diabetic, my mom had hormone injections before my sister and I were born, and my sister weighs under a hundred pounds. So after February, I'll be the only one in my immediate family eligible to donate blood.

I have a relatively rare blood type, I think, but it's the selfish kind so I don't suppose it's under very high demand.

In other news: everyone's talking about "turducken": Boing Boing, my mom, the guy in
the cubicle next to mine...

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:14 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, November 20, 2002

Have I mentioned that my phone hasn't worked for a week or two? So if you've tried to call me and just gotten a message, that's why. I've been checking the messages so I know some people don't know.

It's "frozen". The guy at the electronics store is baffled and said it can't be fixed. He said it's not the battery.

My mom took it to the AT&T store today and they gave it a new battery.

I am skeptical. I think I'll be needing a new one very shortly, when my mom realizes that the new battery isn't going to work.

For those keeping count, that will be phone number four.

Everything I own turns into poop.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:05 PM | shower me with attention

None of you are getting Christmas presents from me this year. I'm sorry. I wish I had money. I'm baking lots of cookies and they're all for you.

I hate being poor.

This is the time for all of us to remember the true meaning of Christmas: the fact that I'm a widely-known terrible gift giver and now you don't have to pretend to like what I'm not going to be able to afford to buy you!

Addendum: I just realized that this post looks odd alongside my "I'm going to Disney World!" post, but if I get to go at all, which right now is still in pipe-dream territory, the expenses would constitute my Christmas gift from my family.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:24 PM | shower me with attention

Fuck, she's a good writer. Fuck.

I mean my god man.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:21 PM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, November 19, 2002

I love Matt.

If they check my browser cache at work, I'm doomed.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:35 PM | shower me with attention

Hmm. So far no one wants to go to Disney World with me.

I had not anticipated this.

What to do, what to do. Perhaps it's time for that goils-only trip we've discussed.
The room is free and I found some fantastic airfares. I'm thinking January 12-17. The biggest cost is park tickets, but it's manageable and worth the cost for the free room, I says.

Come on. Don't make me go to Disney World by myself.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:06 PM | shower me with attention

Tee hee, tee hee. I emailed Craig to correct him about the auction URL in his blog and in his reply to me he said the words, "You are cool".

Craig thinks I'm cool, Craig thinks I'm cool.

Oh well, I'm a dork. Whaddya want?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:27 PM | shower me with attention

Bitch-rant of the day:

My fucking-ass Modern Theatre professor. She gave us back our papers yesterday. Mine was on Uncle Vanya. Okay, I was pretty lazy about writing it, but as it turns out, I can write a passable Hunter-standard English paper half-asleep. She hasn't given us many assignments this semester and seems suddenly to have realized this fact, for before she handed them back she said that included in her comments was our next assignment, which would consist of re-writing the paper sticking more closely to her specifications. We're to turn in the first paper and the revision together.

Okay, I says, but then I see my grade, which is an A-, the minus sign obviously having been dashed in later. And the comments, "Much of this is fine: well-written and carefully thought-out." Scrawled above a ^ sign between "much" and "of" she added at the last minute "BUT NOT ALL".

It's so obvious that she originally gave me an A, but realized that if she did that I'd have nothing to rewrite for the second paper.

So now I have to figure out how to perfect an already perfect paper.

What the fuck? Why not just let me have my A and excuse me from the revision, then?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:04 AM | shower me with attention

I was up late last night engaged in womanly cramping and trying to figure out how to make a sound capture from a M*A*S*H DVD. It took me until three a.m., but I got what I wanted. To you, Hawkeye, I clumsily dedicate the musical snippet currently in my brain:

Baby, you're mine on a platter,
I always get my man.

Also: Disney World fever is taking hold again. If I don't go once every year, I get really really sick, like men who don't have regular access to porn.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:15 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, November 18, 2002

Look, someone built a Mint Manor for their Sims.

Looks pretty close, too.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:30 PM | shower me with attention

I am just going to go die now because I read a girl's account of Clash of the Titans on the newsgroup and it turns out that not only did they do new stuff (Dave singing a song about cats and cunts?) and classic stuff (Poker Game), but they did REALLY REALLY REALLY old classic stage stuff from their Rivoli days.

Not only that, but apparently Paul Rudd was at the afterparty.

Ees to cry.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:08 PM | shower me with attention

Last night I dreamed that I was Jim Henson. Someone asked me for an autograph, and I scanned the list they handed me, trying to think of a "clever line" to sign with. I was disappointed to note that someone-- some Muppet of my own creation, no less!-- had already used up "Mahna Mahna". After some thought, I signed with a great flourish,

The Lovers, the Dreamers and
Jim Henson

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:41 AM | shower me with attention

Try not to get too burned out too early. My usual rule is, when you see Santa at the end of the Macy's parade: Christmas. There's no room for me to stand under the "Holiday Season" umbrella, far's'I'm concerned. But it's hard because the new Starbuck's holiday flavours are staring me in the face (gingerbread latte! peppermint mocha! No, stop!) and also, the Christmas Mix CD Swap deadline is the Nov 27 and I wanted to get a head start. As a side effect, I'm feeling all Christmasy.

But mustn't get burned out too early.

Doing the sales report whilst sipping my plain black non-gingerbread-flavoured coffee should help.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:21 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, November 17, 2002

I am some sort of sock-making superpower.

Boy, I wish I was in LA right now at the Clash of the Titans benefit.

Boy.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:59 PM | shower me with attention