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Saturday, May 27, 2006
Dryblog - From the Airplane
5.26.06 12:51 p.m.
Boy, this screen sucks. But I can maneuver. For the moment. I did find a blank CD at my parents' place and managed to back up my files (except for the majority of the MP3's, quelle domage) so now when the screen gives out completely, I can have it replaced without worrying about losing my data.
Here we are on the plane, Steph and I, on our way to Disney World. I tend to be overly relaxed when traveling, even by myself, because I am so conditioned to traveling with my mom, the Queen of Overpreparation, who takes care of every detail. So used am I to not having to plan or think for myself that I even remain calm and unperturbed when she's not traveling with me. Unfortunately, this led to a spot of hairiness when Steph's mom drove us to the airport this morning, as Mapquest directions are the worst and I certainly can't provide driving directions from anywhere to anywhere, no matter how many times I've ridden from Roosevelt Island to LaGuardia in a cab. Luckily, we made it in time and checked in quickly and efficiently.
Of course, I forgot to attach the Disney Magical Express tags to our luggage, so we'll have to pick them up ourselves when we arrive. No big. I'm still relaxed. I refuse to get tense about traveling.
I had a quiet evening with Dad last night, as Mom and TJ are in Disneyland this weekend. The Phillips are On Property on BOTH coasts. If only Kirsten were in Tokyo Disneyland this weekend, we'd have continents covered. My Dad is happy as a clam to have opted out of the various vacations this time; I left him with Chinese food and his emails and war movies. It was nice last night. We had tea and watched Penn and Teller and I let him talk at me for an hour or so. You have to let Geezer Lightning unload once inawhile, since he has no one to talk to all day except the putty tats.
Steph and I got all of out bitching-about-work done as we waited to board the plane, so hopefully the Law (No Talking About Work On Vacation) will be observed for the remainder of our adventure, which my mom has dubbed Disney Princesses on Tour, but I have redubbed Obese Disney Princesses On Tour, after my collection of drawings of the Disney princesses as they would look if they were grotesquely overweight. I am very fond of these drawings and wish I hadn't lost them. Perhaps I'll be inspired to recreate them upon my return: The "Little" Mermaid; Double-Chinderella; 'Sno Lightweight; Belle-y; Jowlsmine.... (I'm especially proud of the sarcastic quotation marks around
the "Little" in The Little Mermaid.)
4:25 pm
The Disney man made me sing the Tigger song before he would let me get in line for the Magical Express bus from the airport to the hotel. Damn me for wearing this Winnie-the-Pooh belt pack.
I was game, though. I'm a dork that way.
Wetblogging
We're in the hotel now. We're in the lassssst room on the floor, alllllll the way at the end of the hallway.
I'm pretty sure everyone we meet thinks we're lesbians. Hahahaha.
Off to the Magic Kingdom!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:53 PM | shower me with attention
5.26.06 12:51 p.m.
Boy, this screen sucks. But I can maneuver. For the moment. I did find a blank CD at my parents' place and managed to back up my files (except for the majority of the MP3's, quelle domage) so now when the screen gives out completely, I can have it replaced without worrying about losing my data.
Here we are on the plane, Steph and I, on our way to Disney World. I tend to be overly relaxed when traveling, even by myself, because I am so conditioned to traveling with my mom, the Queen of Overpreparation, who takes care of every detail. So used am I to not having to plan or think for myself that I even remain calm and unperturbed when she's not traveling with me. Unfortunately, this led to a spot of hairiness when Steph's mom drove us to the airport this morning, as Mapquest directions are the worst and I certainly can't provide driving directions from anywhere to anywhere, no matter how many times I've ridden from Roosevelt Island to LaGuardia in a cab. Luckily, we made it in time and checked in quickly and efficiently.
Of course, I forgot to attach the Disney Magical Express tags to our luggage, so we'll have to pick them up ourselves when we arrive. No big. I'm still relaxed. I refuse to get tense about traveling.
I had a quiet evening with Dad last night, as Mom and TJ are in Disneyland this weekend. The Phillips are On Property on BOTH coasts. If only Kirsten were in Tokyo Disneyland this weekend, we'd have continents covered. My Dad is happy as a clam to have opted out of the various vacations this time; I left him with Chinese food and his emails and war movies. It was nice last night. We had tea and watched Penn and Teller and I let him talk at me for an hour or so. You have to let Geezer Lightning unload once inawhile, since he has no one to talk to all day except the putty tats.
Steph and I got all of out bitching-about-work done as we waited to board the plane, so hopefully the Law (No Talking About Work On Vacation) will be observed for the remainder of our adventure, which my mom has dubbed Disney Princesses on Tour, but I have redubbed Obese Disney Princesses On Tour, after my collection of drawings of the Disney princesses as they would look if they were grotesquely overweight. I am very fond of these drawings and wish I hadn't lost them. Perhaps I'll be inspired to recreate them upon my return: The "Little" Mermaid; Double-Chinderella; 'Sno Lightweight; Belle-y; Jowlsmine.... (I'm especially proud of the sarcastic quotation marks around
the "Little" in The Little Mermaid.)
4:25 pm
The Disney man made me sing the Tigger song before he would let me get in line for the Magical Express bus from the airport to the hotel. Damn me for wearing this Winnie-the-Pooh belt pack.
I was game, though. I'm a dork that way.
Wetblogging
We're in the hotel now. We're in the lassssst room on the floor, alllllll the way at the end of the hallway.
I'm pretty sure everyone we meet thinks we're lesbians. Hahahaha.
Off to the Magic Kingdom!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:53 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, May 26, 2006
My laptop screen is much, much worse now. The black blotches have spread like ink across a table. I can barely see to type. And I'm at my parents' house, where there are no blank CDs to back up my files. I am so, so stupid. I'm afraid taking the laptop with me on this trip will turn out to be a big mistake, that the screen will get so bad I won't be able to back up my files before everything is obscured by The Nothing.
Nothing I can do about it now so I might as well stop worrying. Cross your fingers my screen makes it.
SHOCK: There is a STARBUCKS on Roosevelt Island! It's popped up since I was last here, like a big green-and-white ZIT. I love my quad-venti-iced-skim-lattes as much as the next girl, but I never thought I'd see the day when STARBUCKS infected the neighbourhood I grew up in.
Life is pandemonium.
Tomorrow: Disney World!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:31 PM | shower me with attention
Nothing I can do about it now so I might as well stop worrying. Cross your fingers my screen makes it.
SHOCK: There is a STARBUCKS on Roosevelt Island! It's popped up since I was last here, like a big green-and-white ZIT. I love my quad-venti-iced-skim-lattes as much as the next girl, but I never thought I'd see the day when STARBUCKS infected the neighbourhood I grew up in.
Life is pandemonium.
Tomorrow: Disney World!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:31 PM | shower me with attention
Lumpy lumpen lump.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:00 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:00 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, May 25, 2006
I can't sleep. Goddammit.
My sister called me at work today to nag me about money. She didn't even say "hi". And here I am watching Sense and Sensibility and thinking, "Oh, look, Emma Thompson calls her sister 'dearest', their beautiful sororital relationship is the third best part of this movie (after Hugh Laurie and Alan Rickman)". And then Kirsten calls and doesn't call me "dearest" or tell me that I'll marry Mr. Ferrars one day or that my ringlets complement my frock.
I wish I lived in a mooooooovie.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:25 AM | shower me with attention
My sister called me at work today to nag me about money. She didn't even say "hi". And here I am watching Sense and Sensibility and thinking, "Oh, look, Emma Thompson calls her sister 'dearest', their beautiful sororital relationship is the third best part of this movie (after Hugh Laurie and Alan Rickman)". And then Kirsten calls and doesn't call me "dearest" or tell me that I'll marry Mr. Ferrars one day or that my ringlets complement my frock.
I wish I lived in a mooooooovie.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:25 AM | shower me with attention
Oh, week, why won't you end.
END ALREADY.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEND!
Fucking WEEK. So LONG. So POINTLESS.
Most exciting event of today: free cheese.
Second most exciting event of today: Crissy on Ellen.
Third most exciting event of today: I ironed.
Really, really, really bored by my life. END, week! END!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:04 AM | shower me with attention
END ALREADY.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEND!
Fucking WEEK. So LONG. So POINTLESS.
Most exciting event of today: free cheese.
Second most exciting event of today: Crissy on Ellen.
Third most exciting event of today: I ironed.
Really, really, really bored by my life. END, week! END!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:04 AM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Linn's gone and life sucks again.
For instance: I finally checked, and I have officially gained back all the weight I lost on Atkins. I undid 2 years worth of good eating in 6 months. Because I. Love. Crackers.
Also: aching pains and tingling pins-and-needles in my hand, wrist and arm. I've caved in and bought some wrist-support cuffs. I kind of think my company should reimburse me for them, but I also kind of think only assholes ask their company to give them ten bucks for wrist braces.
Oh well. Luckily, 5 days 'til Fatass/FloppyWrist/Sauerkraut Breath* goes to Disney World. The beautiful Stephanie confessed to me today that Epcot has become her favourite park, too. This was not my influence, but I am very pleased. We will be going there immediately after checking in on Saturday.
*I haven't decided which one of these will be my superhero name yet so I'm using all three.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:49 PM | shower me with attention
For instance: I finally checked, and I have officially gained back all the weight I lost on Atkins. I undid 2 years worth of good eating in 6 months. Because I. Love. Crackers.
Also: aching pains and tingling pins-and-needles in my hand, wrist and arm. I've caved in and bought some wrist-support cuffs. I kind of think my company should reimburse me for them, but I also kind of think only assholes ask their company to give them ten bucks for wrist braces.
Oh well. Luckily, 5 days 'til Fatass/FloppyWrist/Sauerkraut Breath* goes to Disney World. The beautiful Stephanie confessed to me today that Epcot has become her favourite park, too. This was not my influence, but I am very pleased. We will be going there immediately after checking in on Saturday.
*I haven't decided which one of these will be my superhero name yet so I'm using all three.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:49 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, May 22, 2006
My heart is heavy:Linn goes home to Stockholm tomorrow.
But... I want her to... stay... forever...
Forever.
Now life will be sad again.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:24 PM | shower me with attention
But... I want her to... stay... forever...
Forever.
Now life will be sad again.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:24 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, May 21, 2006
This is my idea of heaven.
Really, replace the baby with a bag of Reese's peanut butter cups and the drawing-room with Spaceship Earth and you have my ultimate heaven.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:25 PM | shower me with attention
Really, replace the baby with a bag of Reese's peanut butter cups and the drawing-room with Spaceship Earth and you have my ultimate heaven.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:25 PM | shower me with attention
