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Yeah. sarah really cracks me up.

I love it when she's bored.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:58 PM | shower me with attention

Oh my god, fuck you, you fucking genius.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:39 PM | shower me with attention

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:34 PM | shower me with attention

After work I went to Sheridan Square and waited in the Starbuck's there with a cup of steamed cider and some knitting and several novels, and as I was sitting there knitting and sipping and reading I looked up and noticed a little boy with his two mommies. He looked about nine. His mommies were talking, and he looked bored, so he got up and took a yo-yo out of his pocket, and started to walk the dog. I was extremely impressed, and this must have shown on my face, for the little boy started performing for me, doing all sorts of amazing tricks. Man, he was good. I was very entertained. I applauded. Then he looked like he had just won on Star Search. (Was that reference too eighties? Like he had just won on Pop Stars.)

The best thing was he didn't look at all like a yo-yo enthusiast. He looked like a little, I don't know, hip-hop enthusiast, with his Tommy Hilfigger (or whatever) jumpsuit on. But he was a li'l bitty yo-yo expert. I love it when appearances deceive.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:34 AM | shower me with attention

Jiggety jog. It's nice to come home to a place that has actual heat in it. (There is no heat at all coming into any of the rooms in our apartment, and someone had better do something, because I will not last the winter in that place. It is Roosevelt Island, not the ghet-toe, Mr Super. Please heat us.)

Well, the magic of Kiki and Herb can not be adequately described. It really must be witnessed. Suffice it to say that I laughed so hard I got the hiccoughs.

Part of the laughing, I admit, was due to the outrageous behaviour of the gentleman sitting in front of me, who was under the impression that it was a full audience-participation event, with the Wave, and slapping the knees of total strangers, and enforced eye contact with the people behind one. I found him extraordinarily entertaining, I admit; almost as entertaining as Kiki herself.

Kiki scared me. In a good way. I feel she is my true personality, magnified for the stage.

Afterwards, I committed a misdemeanor, and laughed myself nauseous.

If I keep this socializing stuff up, one day I will actually feel cool enough to hang out with my teen idols.

Good times.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:33 AM | shower me with attention

Friday, December 28, 2001

Stepmother: Some people are cut out to battle giants are others are not. I don't have the constitution. And as long as I can be of no help... I'm going to hide.
Things will work out fine in the end.

Baker: Not always.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:59 PM | shower me with attention

Djin moved.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:25 PM | shower me with attention

It's okay, my own mother never recognizes my voice on the phone. Plus I've a cold.

So it turns out that I actually have an assload of work to do, and should have been doing it all day yesterday and today. Luckily no one else has discovered this, so it will just look like I'm being very painstaking.

The real issue: What will I do with myself between five pm (when I get off work) and seven pm (when I meet the little punks?) I could always stay at work late and finish what I should have been doing all this time, but god knows I'm not going to do that. Likely I will have coffee in a Starbucks for two hours with Mrs Frankweiler and/or Ms Atwood.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:15 PM | shower me with attention

Because I am bourgeois, pedestrian, lacking in originality, and bored:

2001. The good:

+Dave touching my hair.
+Our Night with Scott and Paul.
+Seeing the monkey on stage.
+Seeing The Documentary for the first time.
+Seeing El Vez and Crissy.
+Seeing Hedwig for the second time, with the people I love.
+Seeing Hedwig for the first time.
+Seeing Hedwig for the third time.
+Seeing Hedwig for the fourth time.
+Seeing the Hedwig DVD with my goils.
+Humber with my goils.
+Seeing Nina at Scooby.
+Dinner at the top of the Contemporary with my mom on our impromptu Disney World trip.
+Art teacher last semester telling me I was one of the few truly talented students he had.
+Roam, Roam, Roaming with Linn.
+Having a job and money.
+My friends. All of them. Loving them. Feeling loved by them.

The bad:
-Everything else.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:11 PM | shower me with attention

Fine, go to the University of Chicago. I hate you anyways.

I want a Tetris DX and I want one now. Stupid out-of-print hard-to-find on-back-order-everywhere game.

I feel sulky.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:22 AM | shower me with attention

Why is Tetris DX impossible to find?

I want it, I want it, I want it.

I wish I could find my old black-and-white one to tide me over.

Look what I have become.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:51 AM | shower me with attention

2002 will be the year of Hannah. They are both palindromes. What other evidence need ye?

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

Oh, guess who is coming tomorrow???

Who will be here TOMORROW???

After EIGHT MONTHS???

Haw yeah.

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

Gina said:

In my long lost blog, I was disagreeing with Miss Taves view of that movie.
She IS wrong,

How can my interpretation be wrong? Interpretations aren't right or wrong. They're just... twisted.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:50 AM | shower me with attention

My new favourite all-time search referral in the history of the world.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:36 AM | shower me with attention

In an inspired fit of bounceback-inspiration, I have temporarily put Ms. Atwood and Mr. Sedaris to the side to reread From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs Basil E. Frankweiler, by E.L. Konigsberg.

I still have not seen The Royal Tenenbaums.

Tonight: Kiki and Herb with my heroes!

Now: Avoiding asking for work!

Mmm: Coffee and orange juice!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:33 AM | shower me with attention

Thursday, December 27, 2001

1. There is little that is more entertaining.

2. Is it just me, or is the font colour I picked for this nonsense impossible to read? Bah.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:37 PM | shower me with attention

Shit, how stupid am I? Mark fans read this blog. Let them compile the quotes.

Everyone send me as many fucking Mark quotes as you can think of. Just do it for humanity. Do it because my project won't feel complete unless it's an exact copy of my stupid Dave shrine.

Just fire some quotes at me. Make the subject of your email "Mark quotes".

It's real damn easy. If it came out of Mark's mouth, and you liked it, type it out and hit "send". I don't want to do any damn thinking on this.

I love that man, honestly, I just don't want to do any work.

And yes, I'm putting in "It ain't too cool/it ain't too savvy..." You would if it were you. Admit it.

Oh my GOD, no one cares.

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

Fuck! Quotes! Fuck the quotes, I'm taking that option out. FUCK THE QUOTES!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:02 PM | shower me with attention

Slowly but surely...
I spent all morning doing this. Work? Bah.

Kitana, please do the link page. I don't wanna. Do the link page. You know you wanna.

As for sounds, I don't have any damn Mark sounds. Anyone wanna make me some? I'm looking at you.

Once I get links and sounds, it's a real live page, dammit!
Oh, and articles. Goddammit, being a fan takes too much energy. Someone be a fan of me.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:01 PM | shower me with attention

I've crossed the line into Completely Pathetic. See the guestbook link at the bottom for ultimate proof.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:31 PM | shower me with attention

Some referrals are so damn entertaining.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:06 PM | shower me with attention

Someone told me that I would probably not like Radiohead.

I know nothing of Radiohead. I have never heard Radiohead. But now I feel I have been challenged, and I am curious. So, from what you can tell of my musical tastes, what do you think? Please only vote if you've actually half a clue about me and/or Radiohead.

Thank you.
I need a life.
I need to get some work done.
Blah.

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

Great Gosh Almighty, Y'all...

The music of the day comes from the golden throat of the mighty El Vez (backed by the angelic soaring purity of Sra. Crissy).

I feel the spirit move me.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:52 AM | shower me with attention

Oh. The best part of Christmas was my mom opening the camcorder. That was Christmas for me. I finally got a present right for her. I've never seen her so happy with a gift. I think from now on we should just dispense with all the traditional frills and have Christmas consist of me giving mom one big-ticket item, and her being extremely happy.

I have sooooo muuuuuuch wooooooork to do and it is the really booooooooring kind with lots of paper-shuffling and inky hiliter stains. Why o why o me o my o.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:18 AM | shower me with attention

No blog yesterday make Tavie something something.

Back at work. Missed yesterday. No one's commented. Waiting for assload of boring crap to print out so I can type it into boring computer.

Voice back, slightly froggy but feelin' fine.

I'm fatter than hell. I mean, I'm feeling it. Last night I just lay in my bed feeling my weight press into the mattress. I think I have some sort of psychological disorder that I badly need help with. The only thing that could get me to sleep was slow, repetitive stroking of soft kitty-cat cuddled up under my arm. (Thank you, Rosie.) Must reread Zen and the Art of Archery, reacquaint myself with the principles of detachment and the mental excercises for obtaining freedom from the oppression of a constructed reality. Or else, must buy "Tetris" for Gameboy ASAP, as I believe it works along the same principles (repetition of falling blocks until mind is free to transcend oppressive reality.)

I'm reading two of my Christmas presents now, but find that I can only take Margaret Atwood (a gift from Kitana) to bed with me. David Sedaris (a gift from Tante Joan) is wonderful but he makes my nerves jangly and frazzled. Reading about his obsessive-compulsive tics give me sympathy tics, make me jumpy, make my nerves buzz. He's hilarious, too, which doesn't put me in the sleep-y mood.

Very cold outside and in. Our apartment is like an icebox. Only the living room and my parents' room can be heated-- poorly, what is wrong with this picture?-- because Kirsten's and my room is so full of crap that if we turned the heat on something would surely catch fire and burn us all in our sleep. This coupled with our clumsily-installed air-conditioner (making for chill-seeking cracks) makes our room an icebox at night. No fun to get out of bed into that, either.

But office, nice and warm. Warrrrm. Wearing dreamberry sweater Erica gave me last Christmas. Soft and cozy.

Oh, work's printed. Blah.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:02 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, December 25, 2001

Oh, but: I'm beginning to miss my voice, a little.

Still, it remains interesting.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:51 PM | shower me with attention

Turns out they were saying "Christmas with The Duke". Luckily, we did not spend the day watching John Wayne movies.

Santy Claus loves me! He gave me lots of good things. He gave me just what I asked for. I don't know what I love best, the game boy or the suede jacket. Thank you, Santy Claus.

I ate too much, I feel urpy.
Tomorrow: work? Bleaaaaaaaaagh.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:49 PM | shower me with attention

I just heard my mom and aunt laughing and I could make out the phrase "Christmas with... the Dude?!"

I hope this means we're gonna watch The Big Lebowski.

I wish Kirsten would wake up so I could open my presents already.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:44 PM | shower me with attention

Santy Claus has come and given me what I wanted-- I lost my voice!

It's very interesting, although I fear I shall soon tire of it.

Merry Kreese Moose, one and all.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:35 PM | shower me with attention

Monday, December 24, 2001

Remind me not to click any of Matt's links from my uncle's computer.

Ohhhh, happy Christmas, happy Christmas... I'm glad the children have gone home...

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:45 PM | shower me with attention

Quickly; quietly; oh-so-quietly...

My uncle's family is all here, reveling in Christmas cheer. I have snuck into my uncle's studio to feed my blog-reading habit on his computer while the adults pass around coffee cake and the children try on my sister's makeup.

This year, like every year, the children-- Monique, Monet, Sharonda, ten and eleven this year-- pressure me into sitting down and sketching them, badly, never have you seen such awful drawings, but they clutch them and run to the adults, giggling madly at my mediocre productions. Nothing says Christmas like squirming through the compliments of a dozen well-meaning near-strangers.

Is it over yet? I'm so sleepy.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:50 PM | shower me with attention

Let the angry geeks come forth.

Humour is lost on some people. I love how they focus on my light-hearted observations and completely miss the fact that I adored the movie, and admitted that I was being silly.

This is why I'm not sharing my interpretation of the movie with my father. He'll be horrified to his very being-- his bible, defiled by my perversion! His own daughter, the blasphemer!

Heeheehee.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:59 PM | shower me with attention

Tante Joan just brought me tea with honey.

Tante Joan rules.

Trivial facts about Tante Joan:
My mom's younger sister.
Blonde. Long hair, but not longer than mine. Ha ha.
Was an Aimee fan before I even knew of her.
Favourite movie is Harold and Maude.
Didn't fancy being called "aunt" so taught us to call her "Tante" when we were wee-uns.
Has bizarre affection for Andy Williams Christmas specials, and Chipmunks Christmas album.
Calls everyone "the kid". (My mom, my dad, her husband, small animals.)
Likes panda bears.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:40 PM | shower me with attention

According to this, I'm Samwise. Me likey.

My uncle's out shopping so I'm soaking up the computer time. Tonight, like every Christmas Eve, my sister and I will help Tante Joan with the Christmas party she gives for my uncle's family. I will try not to get my germs all over the pigs-in-blankets.

My sexy-deep-sore-throat voice is now froggy.
I hope I actually lose my voice. I've never lost my voice before. I've always wondered what that would be like.

Merry Christmas Eve, everyone. Pippin and Frodo and Samwise Christmas Eve, as well.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:28 PM | shower me with attention

Don't be sorry, love. I rather like having your cold. It's like having a little bit of you with me always.

Am I twisted?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:11 AM | shower me with attention

A stolen moment on my uncle's computer. Here now, finally. Kirsten and Tante Joan are watching Duck Soup in the other room, and I will join them momentarily.

Had a very nice day today. Very good to be out. Met up with Francis. Francis is great. I appreciated his low-key attitude towards life in general, his childlike laughter at the Simpsons episode and Muppet specials alike that we watched in the screening rooms at the Museum of Television and Radio, and, of course, his extremely eye-pleasing Hotness. All of these things helped ease me more into the Christmas spirit. (Especially watching A Muppet Family Christmas, which I watch every year anyway. It was great to see it on a big screen.)

Afterwards, met Erica for coffee, geek-test and goodbyes with Francis, and then we went to Bloomingdale's, and then we went to her place and I knitted for a long time, and then I came here.

A pleasant day, although I still feel old and tired. Probably won't blog much more until after Christmas, because my uncle is always on this computer. Which I completely understand. It's very fast.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:09 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, December 23, 2001

Aimee quote of the day (really a Michael q.o.t.d.):

Look at your behaviour
looking for a saviour
underneath the mistletoe
You should know
it is less a crime
to be all alone at Christmastime.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:42 AM | shower me with attention

Trivia:
Kitana's mum and I both have the same "side" of the bed. And so does Kitana. But she usually lets mum or I (depending on with whom she's sharing a bed) have it.

That's our Kitana.

Today, honeybear, I charge you to be selfish, self-centered, grasping and greedy. Just as an excercise. Try it out. It's the holidays.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:41 AM | shower me with attention

Someone is going to CATCH it.
I thought I told you to go to bed.

Rassinfrassinfrignassin.

Where's the cab? It's cold in here.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:33 AM | shower me with attention

What the...?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:31 AM | shower me with attention

Tomorrow I am meeting Francis (a.k.a. Hotty McHotson). We are going to Museum of Television and Radio and then perhaps we will see The Royal Tenenbaums. Perhaps Erica will join us?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:17 AM | shower me with attention