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Well, now I'm depressed.

Jim called me back and we had the most adorable conversation, wherein he invited me to come have drinks with him and his friends. Of course I can't, since I'm here and I just don't have the cash or enough time to get to the city and back.

That is extremely depressing. Instead of hanging out with the cutest, sweetest, friendliest, best-KITH-stories-having-est Dave-look-alike hotshot director of the Canadian theatre scene, I am watching digital cable alone.

Oh, well, we'll see him in Toronto, I hope. Sigh.

To cheer myself up, Toronto Steph and I made a Newsradio Quiz. It wasn't as much fun as hanging out with Jim, but it was pretty fun.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:31 PM | shower me with attention

sarah c articulated very eloquently my views on sexism and racism, which I, myself, gleaned from various exposure to various literature on the subjects over the years, and anyway, yeah. You should read it.

Speaking of reading, what's everyone reading? Right now I'm on Emily of New Moon, which I read most of, twice, when I was twelve, but for some reason never got a chance to finish, so now I am. My copy is very dusty and I found a dead bookworm (or whatever those things are) in it. Good times. What am I not reading? Anything that I actually have to read, for school.

So, now, thinking of the Montgomery heroines, which are all similar but hold some differences (mostly having to do with hair texture and colour-- but not all, not all), which one are you most like, and which would you most like to be? I'm speaking only of Anne, Emily, and the Story Girl, now. My favourite is the Story Girl, Miss Sara Stanley, not the one dramatized by Miss Sarah Polley in the television show (Road to) Avonlea, but the one from the Story Girl books. I don't think I'm most like her, though. I'm probably most like Emily. Which is also good, I guess, except I'm not really like any of them, except spiritually. I really was very influenced by her heroines as a child.

And, now, I think Goose is most like Emily-- much more so than I am, after careful thought. She's not theatrical enough to be Story Girl or Anne. And Gina is definitely Anne, whereas Kitana is more of an Emily and Cheryl is definitely a Story Girl. Erica is also an Emily, as is erin. Actually it's funny how many more Emilies I am friends with than Annes or Story Girls. Hey, I should make a selectsmartquiz about this, shouldn't I. I am so lame.

Where was I? Oh, even though he's a boy, Matt is Story Girl all over. No question about that. And although I've never met her in person, I do think that Tara is an Anne. I just get that vibe. I can't really place anyone else, because I either don't know them well enough or just don't get a specific enough vibe. Maybe I really should make a quiz. It can't be so hard. Heh. Maybe I should finish reading Emily first. Maybe I should stop this nonsense and go watch the movie. I could be watching John Cusack and I'm sitting here, spouting gibberish. What's up with that?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:29 PM | shower me with attention

Well, someone got the reference, and it wasn't even a monkey, just a regular lurker. Wow. I really have to start mailing out cookies. I don't think they last very well in the mail, but they're really good cookies.

Well, I just have to report that it's Saturday night, it's 8 pm, and I'm sitting here alone with chicken parmegiana and a John Cusack movie (I love Say Anything), and could my life be any more glamourous? I think not.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:18 PM | shower me with attention

I know I'm posting too much today, but it's because I'm here alone and there's not much to do except this and digital cable. And sleep, of course.

Anyway, I just wanted to say, if anyone, even some lurker (who the hell would be lurking at my page? monkeys?), understood my Helene Hanff/Frank Doyle reference, let me know and I'll give you one of those Trader Joe oatmeal raisin cookies. Because I am... a nerd.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:22 PM | shower me with attention

sarah links to this story about a rumour going around about Dunkin' Donuts employees celebrating the attacks. All the outlets mentioned, by the way, are New Jersey ones.

That reminds me that I didn't tell the sweet anecdote about my trip to Dunkin' Donuts when Atlanta Steve was here. In New Jersey. Gina was driving us all to the PATH station so we could go to the city, and I was tired, so I said I had to stop and get some coffee. So I got out at Dunkin' Donuts while they waited in the car, and went in, and waited (to purchase the BIGGEST mother-fuckin' cuppa joe you ever saw in your life... it was THIS BIG. Ask Steve.) Anyway, the person before me was this little kid, and he was trying to buy a bottle of Hawaiian Punch, and he put it on the counter. The counter guy (who was, incidentally, a brown-skinned man of indeterminate origin, which should not be relevant, but in light of these sorts of rumours, things get fucked up) said, "That'll be $1.41". And the kid got this disappointed, but resigned look on his face, and turned around to put the bottle back in the case, and the counter guy shook his head, and said, "It's okay". The kid didn't understand at first, and hesitated, but the guy smiled at him. "It's okay." And took the dollar and waved the kid away. And as the kid left, counter guy reached into his tip jar and fished out the change and stuck it into the cash register.

Warmed my heart, I tell ya. (I put an extra dollar in the tip jar because of the warm gooeys it gave me.)

Did I mention... the coffee was THIS BIG? ::holds arms apart::

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:15 PM | shower me with attention

Who else has "No One is Watching You Now" by 'Til Tuesday in their head?

Just me?

I'll just shut up then.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:07 PM | shower me with attention

Goose writes:

"Aw, whydja have to go shit in the bathtub?!" (my mother)

Please tell me she's watching the movie Shine.

Or else you are never invited to bathe at my house.

(Yes, I like to invite all my friends over to take baths. What, you didn't know that about me?)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:06 PM | shower me with attention

erin says,

the easiest thing to take pictures of is the sky 'cause the sky is almost always interesting..

Don't apologize for the beauty of your snapshot. It really makes me want orange juice and red cognac. ;)

This guy should be my new boyfriend.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:04 PM | shower me with attention

Woo! I called Jim and left a really cute and regretful message about not calling while he was in town. Because I am... so cute. :P And I added, "And, you know, I'll be in Toronto the weekend of November 9th, seeing Fully Committed with Kitana, and you know you want to see us and tell us all about this Scooby Doo thing, you know you want to call us... so please do. Bye!"

Could I be more pathetic? No. Couldn't, indeed.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:38 PM | shower me with attention

Linn is back, with a really long, meaty, gorgeous post about the difficulties of adulthood and independence, and S&M dreams about hobbit-men, and fishtanks, and difficult but rewarding work with children, and exhaustion, and what part of the post do I focus on, do you suppose?

The funniest part was when the interviewer asked if she (Aimee) ever was online reading all the things said about her by fans. She put on a puzzled look and said something in the likes of "What? No, I never...Why, what ever do you mean? What is this thing you call 'compooter'?" and then slowly confessed to being shown "the List? What was the name? The Mann List?" by a friend and then she mentioned the whole discussion about "Susan".

Giggle! I remember that discussion, for I loved it so. Good times, good times.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:14 PM | shower me with attention

Friday, October 12, 2001

This eve, Atlanta Steve and I have been engaging in the satisfyingly masochistic pastime of reading some of Goose's writing, moaning over how mind-numbingly beautiful it is, and resigning ourselves to our empty lives of tv-watching and the drinking of flouresecent sodey pop. Try it, it's fun.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:33 PM | shower me with attention

ROTFL

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:18 PM | shower me with attention

I just saw a commercial for some movie or other, and it made me think.

What do you think? Am I wickedly funny, with nonstop laughter? Would you give me two thumbs up?

I think so.

Or not, depending on the time of day.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:22 PM | shower me with attention

Serra, shit. That's horrible. What a bastard. I don't know what to say, just reading your post made me so mad. This isn't the time for this stuff. {{{{serra}}}}}

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:32 PM | shower me with attention

Oh. Five blocks. It's five blocks away. Geez.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:22 PM | shower me with attention

So, where the hell is State street, anyway?

Anyhow... I'm at Mint Manor now, all alone with the lady of the house in the Poconos, left with young Master Riley, the internet, digital cable, and, of course, snacks.

May I just say: I love him?

Diz-amn.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:19 PM | shower me with attention

They've evacuated 17 State Street because of some biochemical scare and they're telling everyone in the office here to just go home.

I'm leaving now.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:32 PM | shower me with attention

Holy shit.

Mark, guy who works over by the window, just came over and said they found a case of anthrax where he used to work. Three months ago he worked at NBC at 30 Rockefeller Plaza. Someone over there just tested positive for anthrax.

Holy shit.

I've been there dozens of times. I know people who work there.

Holy shit.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:06 PM | shower me with attention

Damn, this site is addicting. There's a freaking Into the Woods character selector. And, distressingly, the character I am MOST like is NOT the Baker's Wife.

# 1 Cinderella
# 2 Rapunzel
# 3 Baker's Wife
# 4 Cinderella's Prince
# 5 Jack

It's because I don't want children. Oh, well. That was a fun waste of time.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:08 PM | shower me with attention

Today is Cybermom's birthday. She died two years ago February of breast cancer. I never got to meet her in person but she'd be proud of me now because she was there for the worst of my adolescent school troubles. I wonder about her sons today and what they're feeling. I love her.

I was tired this morning but I got out of bed because I knew she'd thwap me if I didn't come in today. She's still helping.

She was so beautiful. She was a mermaid. She talked and sang like a mermaid and she had a wheelchair instead of fins, but one Halloween she had both, like Bette Midler. She showed me a picture.

She drew and wrote and sang. She was so full of ideas that sometimes she couldn't get enough of them out at once. The only other person I know now who knew her is Richard. He loves her too.

She used to say things to me like, "Don't be afraid, daughter of my heart". Can you beat that? And when she said it sometimes I wasn't afraid. Can you beat that, seriously?

Now she's Frank Doyle to my Helene Hanff. (Or, if you're cinematically-minded, she's Anthony Hopkins to my Anne Bancroft.)

She also used to say things like, "Deedeedeedeedeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Mother-mother bigthing thwap longhair bigthing if longhair bigthing no go do workstuff!"

So, I will. Bree-a-dee. I love you, Cybermom.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:26 AM | shower me with attention

Thursday, October 11, 2001

Is this a wig or really fluffy, temporarily dyed, real hair or what? What is it?

Oh well, he's so damn cute, it doesn't matter a whit.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:20 PM | shower me with attention

Okay, I forgot the song "War Dance" was on this album.

War Dance (XTC)
There's an epidemic
Stirring passions in young hearts
Even the old campaigners
Have got it really bad
Well we ain't seen nothing like it
Since coronation day
But when the street parties sound
I'm going underground
To keep the rabid hounds at bay
Oh my my this war dance
A patriotic romance
No we ain't seen nothing like it
Since coronation day
But when the tickatape flies
And blood is on the rise
You know it's got you in its sway
You got yourself a war dance
There's a cheap sensation
Keeping Fleet Street wide awake
Everyone wants a slice of
The jingoistic cake
And they're resurrecting Churchill
And bringing national service back
Fueling power and glory fever
Makes for a sicker Union Jack
Yes I'm talking about this war dance
A patriotic romance
And I know all you poets
Have seen it all before
About the stirring of those young hearts
Back in the first world war
Oh my my this war dance...

Now I wish I had English Settlement with me. I want to listen to "Melt the Guns".

Sigh.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:10 PM | shower me with attention

My communication skills are not up to snuff today. I'm in the ladies' room, washing my hands. A woman comes in. She says, "Hey, how's it goin'" as she heads for the stalls. My reply: "Heyeshamooshff. Eh."

I see nothing but gloom today. I think it's because I stopped listening to music at my desk while I work, recently, and took to reading the newspaper instead. Remember on Animaniacs, "Good Idea, Bad Idea"? Guess which this is.

Back to music. Andy Partridge is making me feel better.

But he made too many enemies
of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin,
who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:14 PM | shower me with attention

What are we going to do? What are we going to do? This is not a rhetorical question. I want some answers. Tell me.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:45 PM | shower me with attention

Mark, the guy at the desk by the window there, just came over and said that he just heard on the radio that they caught some guys at the New York water supply. He says they think they got them before they could do anything.

But I'm not using any tap water today.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:43 AM | shower me with attention

Wall Street is dressed in fog today. You can't see the tops of buildings for the mist. Pretty. I saw a guy with his video camera, taping it.

I am so sleepy.

I am sitting here knowing I won't go to class today, and it's a class I like. The one class I like. Because if I go I'll have to go to that class I hate. So I'm not going. I learned it's not too late to withdraw from all my classes. I haven't decided what to do with this information yet, but every time I think of school I feel dull panic.

Mmm, hot coffee.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:12 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, October 10, 2001

This is fascinating.

I find Mormonism such a strange culture. (Okay, I find every culture outside what I consider my own to be strange. It's the nature of people. But Mormonism feels so far-removed from my experience, and yet it's geographically and ideologically close enough to be particularly interesting. Like Canadianism. ;) I think I'd like to see this movie. And anyway, who doesn't find strangers in matching suits intriguing?

One of us, one of us...

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:01 PM | shower me with attention

From an article in today's New York Times about a stand-up comedy benefit at Carnegie Hall aiding victims' families:

But as Mr Seinfeld and company quickly established, the funnybone may be one of the body's most resilient features.

Let us all now gag. Who's writing for the New York Times now, monkeys?

This is why I skip straight to the crossword.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:48 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, October 09, 2001

Click here to find out what robot you really are

I got the link from sarah.

I wanted to be The Iron Giant really bad.

I didn't see A.I. but I'm pretty sure I don't wanna be Haley Joel Osmont. :(

This on top of being placed in Slytherin. Jeez.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:21 PM | shower me with attention

Okay, I think I'm being punished for my laziness in wanting them to actually
send me my checks or deposit them into my account for me.
Apparently anyone who would want that done instead of dragging their ass down
to the office every week is inexcusably lazy and must be punished.

Anyway, they finally put some money in my account. Not that they sent me a
receipt or a statement or anything to actually indicate to me that it
had been done, but as of today I've been paid for 4 of the days they owe me.
So there's something. Now they owe me another 10 days pay and
counting....and, by god, I'm keeping track.

How dare I want them to direct-deposit the money I earn, on top of
working from nine to five five days a week and (ostensibly, heh heh) going to
school from 5:30-8:30 four of those days? What a lazy sonofabitch I am!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:59 PM | shower me with attention

Hey, I've been listening to John Lennon all morning and I didn't even know it was his birthday, today. (Thanks for the link, lovely sarah c.)

Happy birthday, favourite Beatle. I wish you were still around so I could get you a cupcake from Magnolia's. And eat it myself because of course you'd be too famous for me to get near enough to toss it to you.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:54 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, October 08, 2001

You know that feeling you get when you're reading a really good book where you don't want it to ever end?

That's how I feel about the song "Got to Get You Into My Life" by the Beatles.

Too short.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:18 PM | shower me with attention

Spit bubbles like spores
Floating in minimal breeze
Sweet Hoboken night.

No ruffled feathers
No beak, but many freckles
A very handsome bird.

Raindrops and insults
Roll off courderoy and fleece
Cozy resistance.

Humming, not honking
Destroyer makes his repairs
Contradictions please.

Human fowl tells us
Her guano be crazy raw
Such befits a bird.

Bad haiku, no work.
Numbers stacked high like mountains
I get paid for this.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:40 PM | shower me with attention

Resolution: I will not say oh my god anymore.

(Oh my god, this is so hard.)

(I mean, fuck, this is so hard.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:24 PM | shower me with attention

So I just took the Sorting Hat Test at The Harry Potter site and I got sorted into Slytherin. Oh my god. I'm evil. I thought I'd be Hufflepuff for sure.

My owl's name is Jemimah.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:14 PM | shower me with attention

Oh, Aggie. Gina will never visit you now.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:19 PM | shower me with attention

Heh, heh.

Theresa: You guys have worked with Excel, right?
Jason: Yep.
Tavie: ...
Theresa: Good, here's what I want you to do... [follows: stream of babble comprehensible only to those who have worked with Excel]
Jason: Okay.
Tavie: Cool.

Heh, heh.
Oh, well, now I've worked with Excel.

Heh, heh.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:51 AM | shower me with attention

Why don't I have a copy of this video already??

My name is Tavie, and I am a breastaholic.

Now comes the part where I objectify all my friends by panning the camera meaningfully over their bountiful bosoms.

Boingee, boingee, boingee!

My favourite part is when I get grossed out by my sister's chest. That's just nasty.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:11 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, October 07, 2001

It's not tomorrow yet, but since I won't remember tomorrow:

Happy Thanksgiving, Canada.

Yeah.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:57 PM | shower me with attention

I like academic writing, but can I write like a normal person??

Yes. You're doin' it.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:30 PM | shower me with attention