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Saturday, September 28, 2002
Hardly anyone thinks I'm weird. I have to start wearing my underwear on the outside of my clothes. Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:57 PM | shower me with attention
The "good" video store does not have M*A*S*H seasons one and two DVDs to rent, causing me to have to rethink the whole "good" part of the apellation I have bestowed up on it. Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:43 PM | shower me with attention Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:36 PM | shower me with attention
Someone fall in love with me, please. Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:46 AM | shower me with attention
Gina and I just watched four or five episodes of M*A*S*H and damned if we don't fully intend, after we have completed our household chores, to go into the city tomorrow specifically to see if we can rent the first two seasons on DVD at the good video store.
Gina also plans, after watching an episode entitled "Adam's Ribs", to call up a barbecue place in her native Kansas City and see if they'll send her some ribs, like Hawkeye did in aforementioned episode. This obsession has spiraled completely out of control. It is now in the realm of sheer and utter lunacy of the kind that requires strong therapy and medications of various types. I can't wait to see where it takes me next. Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:40 AM | shower me with attention Friday, September 27, 2002
My faith in the internet has been restored. All anyone can talk about re: last night's ER was the fact that there are no lemurs in the Congo, only in Madagascar. Go, nerd, go! Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:58 PM | shower me with attention
Hawkeye: I'm in love with Frank Burns.
Psychiatrist: Major Burns? Hawkeye: Frank. But it's the look Hawkeye gave, the look, before he said "Frank". You should be watching this with me. Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:21 PM | shower me with attention Thursday, September 26, 2002
I wish I had something interesting to say. Really, I do. I got nothing. Had a job interview today. It was okay. It rained a lot, all day, making everything wet. I hate autograph lines. I love organic milk. I finished sock number one of pair number two. The season premiere of ER certainly was gory.
Not an interesting item in the bunch. Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:29 PM | shower me with attention
Yesterday was my dad's last day at work. Today is his first day home as a retired person. He is sitting there eating cereal and watching, swear to god, Ally McBeal.
Wonder how long this is going to take to turn us all insane. Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:39 AM | shower me with attention Wednesday, September 25, 2002
Mom: A lot of people aren't vaccinated for smallpox today. I am, and you probably are, Fred...
Dad: I am. Me: I'm not! Dad: You should get it, then. Me: I SHOULD GET SMALLPOX?! Dammit. Why aren't the conversations around here funnier? I'm grasping at straws. Stupid, boring conversations. Job interview for ___ University Press tomorrow. Good luck to me. I hate job interviews. They make me have to pee a lot. They make me very fidgety. Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:45 PM | shower me with attention Tuesday, September 24, 2002
Someone on the Newsradio newsgroup keeps posting under the alias "Dave Foley's anus" things like "Oh Tavie when will you stuff me with your massive dick?"
Perception of gender is such a funny thing, isn't it? Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:42 PM | shower me with attention
I am currently in the library at school, ostensibly to take out Ibsen's Wild Duck to read for class tomorrow, but really because I do not wish to return home. I could call erin and sarah, or Erica, or Terry, or someone, right? But I can't because I only have a dollar and I don't wish to force them to walk around doing nothing with me.
But at least I can complain about it. Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:36 PM | shower me with attention
Below should read "stagnate in mine", but the typo works better. Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:34 PM | shower me with attention
I am restless, like a turtle whose caregiver doesn't take him out of his tank often enough so that he becomes infuriated by his surroundings and takes to wrestling with his food tray and astroturf. I am imposing upon my turtle the life I am currently forced to lead, which is abuse, plain and simple. Why don't I take him out and let him run around more? Why must he be forced to stagnate in his cage simply because I am forced to stagnate in mind?
I am unstimulated and unsatisfied. Poor Progo. Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:34 PM | shower me with attention
I have nothing whatsoever to say.
"Hello, Mr French Pastry. I have nothing whatsoever to say to you. I trust you have nothing to say to me..." "WATSON!!!" Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:30 PM | shower me with attention Monday, September 23, 2002
Nothing new to report. Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:22 PM | shower me with attention
Mr Show at the magical Town Hall tonight. It was incredible. Everything I dreamed it would be. They did my favourite all-time Mr Show sketch, the sketch that turned me onto the show in the first place. A dream-come-true-garage-door-opener-silly, it was. Sweet Tara bought me a Globo-Chem mug, because she is very naughty and very wonderful and she likes to give people presents they don't deserve. And we saw lots of friends there, and celebrizities such as Lady Janeane of Garofalo and sir Ira of Kaplan.
It is very hot and sweaty in the city. Earlier in the day we saw My Big Fat Greek Wedding, and, shut up, I loved it. I didn't expect to, but I did. It was the sexy John Corbett wot done it, guv'nah. And also Andrea Martin. The only thing I truly disliked was the Mirror Has Two Faces Syndrome (a.k.a. the Grease Syndrome and the Princess Diaries syndrome, wherein the main character has to completely change her appearance to find happiness. Fuck that shit. What, people with frizzy hair don't deserve love? Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:49 AM | shower me with attention Sunday, September 22, 2002
I don't know if it's worth noting here, but I am noting nonetheless, that since my dream, I am different. I'm a changed person. And I have a lot of questions about death, and belief, and a newfound respect for and confusion about the concept of organized religion in general, my history with it personally, how it fits into my uncertain future, and what I am to do with the problem of my lack of concrete belief in an afterlife and yet my newfound terror at the idea of eternal nothingness.
Just thought I'd put that word in. And, I guess, request that, like my questions about "smartness", if anyone has anything to say about their beliefs about death/thereafter and how they attained them that they think I might find at all helpful in this time of doubt, I'd love to hear them. And, yes, all partly because I miss my cat terribly. Ahhh. Nothing like a good M*A*S*H marathon and a little existential angst to make a weekend! Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:27 AM | shower me with attention
Tomorrow: home by afternoon to go with family to celebrate Dad's birthday (late). That night: Mr Show with G Diddy and T-Lo. Then to bed.
Yes, that clown is definitely going to have to go. Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:33 AM | shower me with attention
I like to scare myself.
I'm Tim as Pennywise the Clown in Stephen King's "It",which Tim Curry are you? by Clicks and Buzzes Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:31 AM | shower me with attention
I feel like I've been through a war. I just watched the last episode of M*A*S*H and as the tears are drying on my cheeks, I would like to take the time to thank Tara, who came all the way from Maryland this weekend just to have me force her to sit through more than 11 hours of this show. And she stuck it out 'til the end. She's quite a trooper.
I salute her most sincerely. I can't believe Hawkeye and Hotlips kissed. Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:03 AM | shower me with attention |