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kids in the hall lj
kithblog
matt k
mike t
nathan
post secret
rynn
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toothpaste for dinner
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Wednesday, January 30, 2008
My favorite thing about Boing Boing is the PBC. Ever since they rolled out their new commenting system, the PBC have been in full swing, providing me a reason to keep on considering the internet a worthwhile source of diversion from my gunmetal-gray existence.
What is the PBC? I first heard of it from my McCoy-lovin' colleague, Guy Incognito*. It stands for the "Parents' Basement Committee". They congregate on popular geeksites such as the Boing, and try to outdo one another with the inanity of their commentary. I enjoy them very, very mucho, particularly as a card-carrying member of my local PBC chapter.
Famous PBC members include Wheaton, Wil and Truly, Yers.
*As usual, work-related names changed to protect the innocent, except for Stephanie Apell, who has never ego-surfed in her life, I'm sure.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:24 PM | shower me with attention
What is the PBC? I first heard of it from my McCoy-lovin' colleague, Guy Incognito*. It stands for the "Parents' Basement Committee". They congregate on popular geeksites such as the Boing, and try to outdo one another with the inanity of their commentary. I enjoy them very, very mucho, particularly as a card-carrying member of my local PBC chapter.
Famous PBC members include Wheaton, Wil and Truly, Yers.
*As usual, work-related names changed to protect the innocent, except for Stephanie Apell, who has never ego-surfed in her life, I'm sure.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:24 PM | shower me with attention
Health care in this country is bullshit.
A personal anecdote: I have been trying to get a particular procedure done for over a month. My primary doctor told me I needed to get it after some abnormal results were returned from a routine exam. So I made an appointment with the doctor she suggested.
I showed up at the appointed time and was told that the results had never made it over from my other doctor's office. Well, first I was told that my insurance was rejected, and then they told me that whoops, never mind, it was fine. So then I rescheduled the procedure.
It was supposed to happen today, but when I showed up, I was told that they had tried calling me "ten minutes ago" to tell me that my appointment had to be rescheduled. Again. Because my insurance was "inactive".
No, it's not, I said. Check again. The receptionists got snippy and said that I'd have to take it up with my insurance company. But I've rescheduled this already, I can't keep losing time from work, and you told me my insurance was bad last time when it wasn't. Don't look at us, they said.
At this point, I stormed out of the office in tears and called my insurance company, who immediately told me that my insurance was fine and that the doctor's office should call them. So I went up to tell them and they said, "Oh, glad you're still here, your insurance isn't inactive, it's just that this particular exam has to be pre-approved."
Well, goddamn it, couldn't you:
a) Get it pre-approved the last time I had to reschedule?
and
b) Figure this out a little earlier than ten minutes before my appointment? Calling my phone while I'm underground in the subway on the way to my weekday-morning appointment for an invasive cancer-screening* procedure that I've already had to psych myself up for before is extremely inconvenient.
Fuck. This. Shit.
*I'm fine, this is all basically routine, but slightly more invasive than the procedure you're probably thinking of, which you shouldn't be trying to guess anyway, because ew.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:55 PM | shower me with attention
A personal anecdote: I have been trying to get a particular procedure done for over a month. My primary doctor told me I needed to get it after some abnormal results were returned from a routine exam. So I made an appointment with the doctor she suggested.
I showed up at the appointed time and was told that the results had never made it over from my other doctor's office. Well, first I was told that my insurance was rejected, and then they told me that whoops, never mind, it was fine. So then I rescheduled the procedure.
It was supposed to happen today, but when I showed up, I was told that they had tried calling me "ten minutes ago" to tell me that my appointment had to be rescheduled. Again. Because my insurance was "inactive".
No, it's not, I said. Check again. The receptionists got snippy and said that I'd have to take it up with my insurance company. But I've rescheduled this already, I can't keep losing time from work, and you told me my insurance was bad last time when it wasn't. Don't look at us, they said.
At this point, I stormed out of the office in tears and called my insurance company, who immediately told me that my insurance was fine and that the doctor's office should call them. So I went up to tell them and they said, "Oh, glad you're still here, your insurance isn't inactive, it's just that this particular exam has to be pre-approved."
Well, goddamn it, couldn't you:
a) Get it pre-approved the last time I had to reschedule?
and
b) Figure this out a little earlier than ten minutes before my appointment? Calling my phone while I'm underground in the subway on the way to my weekday-morning appointment for an invasive cancer-screening* procedure that I've already had to psych myself up for before is extremely inconvenient.
Fuck. This. Shit.
*I'm fine, this is all basically routine, but slightly more invasive than the procedure you're probably thinking of, which you shouldn't be trying to guess anyway, because ew.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:55 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, January 28, 2008
If I don't sleep tonight I will drop dead tomorrow.
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Sunday, January 27, 2008
Scott sez KITH tour in March.
(I've also heard whispers of this from other places.)
(Get excited.)
Updated to add: official sources say the tour will be from late March through May. Dates and venues TBA. Spread the word, because the more online buzz we get going, the better.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:24 PM | shower me with attention
(I've also heard whispers of this from other places.)
(Get excited.)
Updated to add: official sources say the tour will be from late March through May. Dates and venues TBA. Spread the word, because the more online buzz we get going, the better.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:24 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, January 26, 2008
I now have four pairs of friends that are engaged to be married.
I feel old.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:44 PM | shower me with attention
I feel old.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:44 PM | shower me with attention
8 years ago today was my first Kids in the Hall show, live at Massey Hall in Toronto.
Today I will try not to think about how they're together again in San Francisco, performing at Sketchfest. As I languish here in Jersey City...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:24 AM | shower me with attention
Today I will try not to think about how they're together again in San Francisco, performing at Sketchfest. As I languish here in Jersey City...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:24 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, January 24, 2008
I feel I ought to blog. I'm not sure why, or what about. There's nothing much new to report. What is there?
The weather: It's cold out, but it hasn't snowed.
Work: Very busy, leaves me tired and frustrated most days. Some better than others.
Friends: The wedding invitation for my friends Francis & Adrienne arrived. I wish I could go. It's in March, though, and I won't have enough time/'flow to go (I had to turn down a trip to Japan to visit my sister, too.)
Home: The same.
Glasses: Still weird, getting more used to them. My eyes take awhile to focus right after I take them off and I feel a little disoriented sometimes. They're not for walking around in. So I have to sort of rip them off my face every time I need to stand up/get away from the computer/put down the book. It's hard to get used to. I also can't easily rest them on my head, as convenient as that might be, because more often than not, they'll pull at my hair when I try to put them back on. I wear a ponytail most days and if one long bit comes loose it's just a wreck. But I'm also not ready for a granny chain. What to do, what to do.
That's it. I'm boring. Leave me alone.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:42 PM | shower me with attention
The weather: It's cold out, but it hasn't snowed.
Work: Very busy, leaves me tired and frustrated most days. Some better than others.
Friends: The wedding invitation for my friends Francis & Adrienne arrived. I wish I could go. It's in March, though, and I won't have enough time/'flow to go (I had to turn down a trip to Japan to visit my sister, too.)
Home: The same.
Glasses: Still weird, getting more used to them. My eyes take awhile to focus right after I take them off and I feel a little disoriented sometimes. They're not for walking around in. So I have to sort of rip them off my face every time I need to stand up/get away from the computer/put down the book. It's hard to get used to. I also can't easily rest them on my head, as convenient as that might be, because more often than not, they'll pull at my hair when I try to put them back on. I wear a ponytail most days and if one long bit comes loose it's just a wreck. But I'm also not ready for a granny chain. What to do, what to do.
That's it. I'm boring. Leave me alone.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:42 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, January 21, 2008
Last night as I snuggled into bed, before closing my eyes, I enjoyed a couple of my favorite Disney cartoon shorts. I am linking them below so you can enjoy them, too.
Donald in Mathmagic Land (Part I) (Part II)
Toot, Whistle, Plunk, Boom
Both of these cartoons are all-time favorites, both educational and whimsical.
Maybe it's the Pointdexter in me, but I think the blending of educational value and stylized animation is a magical one. Maybe that's why I love Sesame Street and Epcot.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:15 PM | shower me with attention
Donald in Mathmagic Land (Part I) (Part II)
Toot, Whistle, Plunk, Boom
Both of these cartoons are all-time favorites, both educational and whimsical.
Maybe it's the Pointdexter in me, but I think the blending of educational value and stylized animation is a magical one. Maybe that's why I love Sesame Street and Epcot.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:15 PM | shower me with attention
My new name: Pointdexter.
I only really have to wear them in front of the computer, but it's a surprising difference.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:18 PM | shower me with attention
I only really have to wear them in front of the computer, but it's a surprising difference.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:18 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, January 20, 2008
James McAvoy, I will adore you forever. You're the dreamiest dreamboat that ever was.
Oh, Hot Tumnus.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:50 PM | shower me with attention
Oh, Hot Tumnus.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:50 PM | shower me with attention
Please note that the "Guide to Stephanies" two posts down is not an authorized biography, nor a complete profile, of any of the Stephs mentioned. It is simply a quick reference guide for the purposes of distinguishing one Stephanie from another when I talk about them.
(For example, the fact that Myers went to school with Peņa is not Myers' most distinctive feature. It's just something to let the listener know how the Stephs are connected to one another.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:33 PM | shower me with attention
(For example, the fact that Myers went to school with Peņa is not Myers' most distinctive feature. It's just something to let the listener know how the Stephs are connected to one another.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:33 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, January 19, 2008
I am joining the bespectacled masses. Part-time, anyway.
After years of saying I need to, I finally made an appointment for an eye exam. My last one was at age 14, when I was prescribed reading glasses that I never used and eventually lost.
My eyes are in way better shape than I'd thought (20/30!), but he said I'm slightly near-sighted with astigmatism, so he prescribed me some comfort glasses to use on the computer or at the theatre and stuff. (At the computer, my eyes ache; at the theatre or from far away, objects look blurry.) My vision plan at work is quite good, and I was able to pick frames covered by my insurance that look acceptable on me. They'll be ready next week.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:26 PM | shower me with attention
After years of saying I need to, I finally made an appointment for an eye exam. My last one was at age 14, when I was prescribed reading glasses that I never used and eventually lost.
My eyes are in way better shape than I'd thought (20/30!), but he said I'm slightly near-sighted with astigmatism, so he prescribed me some comfort glasses to use on the computer or at the theatre and stuff. (At the computer, my eyes ache; at the theatre or from far away, objects look blurry.) My vision plan at work is quite good, and I was able to pick frames covered by my insurance that look acceptable on me. They'll be ready next week.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:26 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, January 18, 2008
I'm now going to present a brief guide to the Stephanies in my life, as I know many people display confusion.
There are three primary Stephs. I could list them any number of ways - in order of duration known, or alphabetical order by last name, say, but I'm going to go with physical proximity:
Name: Stephanie Peņa
Also Known As: Pena, La Pena, Miss P, Steph P.
Occupation: Event Coordinator
Hometown: San Antonio, TX
Residence: My roommate
How We Met: Through Steph Myers (they met in college)
When We Met: 2003, when she came to visit Myers
Distinguishing physical feature: Incredible head of black, curly hair
Favorite celebrities: Morrissey, Johnny Depp, Rob Zombie
Other traits: Loves metal music; former (and occasional) Goth; is Evil; the one I knitted the skull scarf for; the one obsessed with her birthday, true crime, beer and the San Antonio Spurs; hates Disney and the word "moist"; "The Mexican One"
Name: Stephanie Apell
A.K.A.: Steph, Steph A., Apell (only when necessary to distinguish her), Stephanie Marie (by her mother), Little Steph/Stephie (only my dad calls her that)
Occupation: Client Services Rep
Hometown: Brooklyn, NY
Residence: Staten Island, NY
How We Met: First grade classmates/day camp summer before first grade
When We Met: 1985 (Leif Ericson Day School)
Distinguishing physical feature: She's an Amazon.
Favorite celebrities: Keanu Reeves, Ronald Reagan, Aloysius Pendergast
Other traits: Practically a sister, our families are close and we vacation together; Republican; History major in college; went to school in Tennessee; has worked for the same company as me since 2005; loves such classic films as George of the Jungle and Ghost Dad.
Name: Stephanie Myers
A.K.A.: Steph M., Myers
Occupation:Editor, Music Journalist "Staff Writer"
Hometown:Somewhere in Kansas (sorry, so shoot me) Houston, TX (age 7 and on)
Residence: Brooklyn, NY
How We Met: alt.tv.newsradio
When We Met: Online, around 1999; in person, 2000; shared apartment with Gina, my heterosexual life partner in 2004.
Distinguishing physical feature: Pale and tragic
Favorite celebrities: Tim Curry, David Bowie, Jim Dale
Other traits: Went to school with Pena; my primary music educator, she makes me mix CDs and teaches me basic things like why I should love T-Rex; has rat terrier named Adrian (a.k.a. "Puppy") who's incredibly neurotic, yet strangely lovable, and is my best dog friend; she goes to the same YMCA as my aunt; she's very wry.
To complicate matters, there are also some secondary and tertiary Stephanies in my life, including:
Steph Apell's mother (also named Stephanie Apell)
Toronto Steph, an old online friend I never hear from anymore
Stephanie Jackson, who I went to junior high with
A host of non-Apell Stephanies at work (including another Stephanie in client services)
To sum, I am quote over my Stephanie quota, so if you're a Stephanie, you can be placed on the waiting list, but I'm afraid we won't have any openings for quite awhile.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:44 PM | shower me with attention
There are three primary Stephs. I could list them any number of ways - in order of duration known, or alphabetical order by last name, say, but I'm going to go with physical proximity:
Name: Stephanie Peņa
Also Known As: Pena, La Pena, Miss P, Steph P.
Occupation: Event Coordinator
Hometown: San Antonio, TX
Residence: My roommate
How We Met: Through Steph Myers (they met in college)
When We Met: 2003, when she came to visit Myers
Distinguishing physical feature: Incredible head of black, curly hair
Favorite celebrities: Morrissey, Johnny Depp, Rob Zombie
Other traits: Loves metal music; former (and occasional) Goth; is Evil; the one I knitted the skull scarf for; the one obsessed with her birthday, true crime, beer and the San Antonio Spurs; hates Disney and the word "moist"; "The Mexican One"
Name: Stephanie Apell
A.K.A.: Steph, Steph A., Apell (only when necessary to distinguish her), Stephanie Marie (by her mother), Little Steph/Stephie (only my dad calls her that)
Occupation: Client Services Rep
Hometown: Brooklyn, NY
Residence: Staten Island, NY
How We Met: First grade classmates/day camp summer before first grade
When We Met: 1985 (Leif Ericson Day School)
Distinguishing physical feature: She's an Amazon.
Favorite celebrities: Keanu Reeves, Ronald Reagan, Aloysius Pendergast
Other traits: Practically a sister, our families are close and we vacation together; Republican; History major in college; went to school in Tennessee; has worked for the same company as me since 2005; loves such classic films as George of the Jungle and Ghost Dad.
Name: Stephanie Myers
A.K.A.: Steph M., Myers
Occupation:
Hometown:
Residence: Brooklyn, NY
How We Met: alt.tv.newsradio
When We Met: Online, around 1999; in person, 2000; shared apartment with Gina, my heterosexual life partner in 2004.
Distinguishing physical feature: Pale and tragic
Favorite celebrities: Tim Curry, David Bowie, Jim Dale
Other traits: Went to school with Pena; my primary music educator, she makes me mix CDs and teaches me basic things like why I should love T-Rex; has rat terrier named Adrian (a.k.a. "Puppy") who's incredibly neurotic, yet strangely lovable, and is my best dog friend; she goes to the same YMCA as my aunt; she's very wry.
To complicate matters, there are also some secondary and tertiary Stephanies in my life, including:
Steph Apell's mother (also named Stephanie Apell)
Toronto Steph, an old online friend I never hear from anymore
Stephanie Jackson, who I went to junior high with
A host of non-Apell Stephanies at work (including another Stephanie in client services)
To sum, I am quote over my Stephanie quota, so if you're a Stephanie, you can be placed on the waiting list, but I'm afraid we won't have any openings for quite awhile.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:44 PM | shower me with attention
I like to doodle.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:17 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:17 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Still here. Got nothing new to report. It's cold out.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:32 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:32 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Youtube, you genius, you beautiful old thing: Sis sent me a link to a movie she and I were terrified by and obsessed with as children, something no one else seems to have heard of. It's this bizarre, filmed kid's theatre piece done by a Minnesota theatre company in 1983, Hans Christian Anderson's "The Red Shoes" told mainly through dance. Hans visits a neighborhood child who's been feigning illness and tells her one of his morality tales to make her realize the error of her ways. They use her puppet theatre and improvise the scenery and characters with toys and bits of things found around her room, and as they do, the story unfolds behind them by life-sized actors made up to look like dolls, all wearing disturbing doll-masks and things. You have to sort of see it to understand the uncanny, freakish feeling of it.
Bit of strange trivia number one: the actress who plays the little girl also played A.C. Slater's kid sister in an episode of Saved by the Bell.
Strange trivia two: the year after this movie was made, one of the co-directors and the founder of the theatre company was convicted of sexually assaulting three boys in the children's school connected with the theatre.
Yep.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:47 AM | shower me with attention
Bit of strange trivia number one: the actress who plays the little girl also played A.C. Slater's kid sister in an episode of Saved by the Bell.
Strange trivia two: the year after this movie was made, one of the co-directors and the founder of the theatre company was convicted of sexually assaulting three boys in the children's school connected with the theatre.
Yep.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:47 AM | shower me with attention
A long week of exhausting bullshit finally closed. I had a lovely, long waste of time at a routine doctor's appointment this morning which had to be rescheduled after I'd waited an hour, and got to work to find the computers all stricken by a virus, and half the world off being carnies, and such a lot of work to do on the computers that actually work, which was like trying to run underwater. My whole day was like one of those dreams where you're in a hurry to get dressed because you're late, but you can't find your shoes, or you can't quite get your shirt over your head no matter how much you try.
Finally I am relaxing. I'm listening to myoozick. It's very pretty myoozick. I don't think I'm allowed to say whose it is, but I love it. You should listen to them, they should be famous. There's some maracas and stuff happening. This is much more my style than the scream-y stuff Mon Capitan usually gets to play. And now, a nice, strummy waltz. Yes, please.
This evening I saw Avenue Q, and that was a lot of fun. Even the 90th- run cast or whatever they're up to now, they were brilliant and not at all phoning it in. I like to see that in a show that's been around for awhile. I went with me mum and me auntie, who were just a bit too old to fully appreciate the genius of the parody, but found it funny anyway.
Waiting on the platform at 42nd street, the three of us were deep in conversation about shoes or something, and a crazy man storming down the platform towards us barrelled into my mom, knocking her flat, terrifyingly close to the edge. He was muttering to himself and elbowed her very deliberately to knock her down. It was very scary and shocking for a moment, and when we got her up, she kind of lunged at him and we had to pull her back. She's fine and he went on his crazy way to almost kill some other innocent. We called the transit police but no one showed up. Fuck this city, sometimes. That man's lucky he went on his way after that, because if he'd been close to us an instant later, I would have kicked his fucking skull in.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:19 AM | shower me with attention
Finally I am relaxing. I'm listening to myoozick. It's very pretty myoozick. I don't think I'm allowed to say whose it is, but I love it. You should listen to them, they should be famous. There's some maracas and stuff happening. This is much more my style than the scream-y stuff Mon Capitan usually gets to play. And now, a nice, strummy waltz. Yes, please.
This evening I saw Avenue Q, and that was a lot of fun. Even the 90th- run cast or whatever they're up to now, they were brilliant and not at all phoning it in. I like to see that in a show that's been around for awhile. I went with me mum and me auntie, who were just a bit too old to fully appreciate the genius of the parody, but found it funny anyway.
Waiting on the platform at 42nd street, the three of us were deep in conversation about shoes or something, and a crazy man storming down the platform towards us barrelled into my mom, knocking her flat, terrifyingly close to the edge. He was muttering to himself and elbowed her very deliberately to knock her down. It was very scary and shocking for a moment, and when we got her up, she kind of lunged at him and we had to pull her back. She's fine and he went on his crazy way to almost kill some other innocent. We called the transit police but no one showed up. Fuck this city, sometimes. That man's lucky he went on his way after that, because if he'd been close to us an instant later, I would have kicked his fucking skull in.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:19 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
My mind is aswirl with complicated lyric. It's uncontrolled, uncontrollable. I'd always thought it was completely random, the songs that I wake up with, the snatches of music that repeat incessantly in my head, but I think that it's dictated by stress level. The more stressful my day is, the more complicated the lyric.
Fragmented, mind you, and the same line, or couple of lines, pulled from different songs.
Now as the sweet imbecilities tumble so lavishly into her lap--
Is that friar on the fire? Mercy no sir look closer you'll notice it's grocer--
Were they worthless beans were they oversold oh and tell us who persudaded you to steal that gold--
Listen everybody, I'm afraid you didn't hear, or do you want to see a crazy lady fall apart in front of you, it isn't only Paul who may be ruining his life, you know we'll both of us be losing our identities, I telephoned my analyst about it and he said to
see him Monday, but by Monday I'll be floating in the Hudson with the other garbage--
Work needs to calm down.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:22 PM | shower me with attention
Fragmented, mind you, and the same line, or couple of lines, pulled from different songs.
Now as the sweet imbecilities tumble so lavishly into her lap--
Is that friar on the fire? Mercy no sir look closer you'll notice it's grocer--
Were they worthless beans were they oversold oh and tell us who persudaded you to steal that gold--
Listen everybody, I'm afraid you didn't hear, or do you want to see a crazy lady fall apart in front of you, it isn't only Paul who may be ruining his life, you know we'll both of us be losing our identities, I telephoned my analyst about it and he said to
see him Monday, but by Monday I'll be floating in the Hudson with the other garbage--
Work needs to calm down.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:22 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Mon ami, Steph M, has a music column in a new literary journal called Spindle Magazine, and the first one is up.
Good job, girl, you made me misty.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:49 PM | shower me with attention
Good job, girl, you made me misty.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:49 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Here's an excellent review of The Golden Compass. Almost dead-on - I disagree with the reviewer's opinion of Sam Elliott's casting, which couldn't have been more perfect.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:26 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:26 AM | shower me with attention
My life is boring. I don't have much to share with you. I finally saw The Golden Compass (loved it, as expected, although I might've been confused if I hadn't read the books), and finally saw The Buddy Holly story, which was on tv tonight and is one of G's favorite movies (she's been trying to get me to see it for years.)
G. and I were talking about all the movies we've gone to see together over the years, starting with The Wrong Guy, where we met. We are so married. There should be platonic, same-sex marriages available for people like us, for tax purposes.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:04 AM | shower me with attention
G. and I were talking about all the movies we've gone to see together over the years, starting with The Wrong Guy, where we met. We are so married. There should be platonic, same-sex marriages available for people like us, for tax purposes.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:04 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
My dear erin has been visiting this past week or so. She's in Portland most of the time. I like it when she's here.
I celebrated New Year's Eve with the family, waiting to take Kirsten to the airport at 3:30 am for her 6 am flight. I spent most of New Year's Day asleep at my parents' apartment.
A few nights ago, though, we played pool. There's a "club room" in my building that we'd never taken advantage of before, and it has a pool table. Gina and Moose and Squirrel showed me how to play. I'm very awkward at it, but I did get some of the balls into the pockets.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:07 PM | shower me with attention
I celebrated New Year's Eve with the family, waiting to take Kirsten to the airport at 3:30 am for her 6 am flight. I spent most of New Year's Day asleep at my parents' apartment.
A few nights ago, though, we played pool. There's a "club room" in my building that we'd never taken advantage of before, and it has a pool table. Gina and Moose and Squirrel showed me how to play. I'm very awkward at it, but I did get some of the balls into the pockets.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:07 PM | shower me with attention
