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Saturday, November 09, 2002
Kirsten took Miss Lily to the vet today and everything is a-ok. The doctor and the assistant both remarked upon how well-behaved she was. She's a little dehydrated so they gave her some fluids intravenously, and some antibiotics for her cold, and said she should gain some weight when her cold is cleared up. (She weighs only 4 lbs! But she's always been very very skinny.)
I am so proud of my girl. Glad I didn't go with because I can't go back there to that place where I left my Rosie. But Lily is fine and fit. Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:05 PM | shower me with attention
Surely there must exist somewhere an MP3 of Stephin Merritt's (as performed by Kiki, I suppose, although not necessarily) "Have You Seen It In The Snow?" and it is my aim to find it.
If anyone can help me, please do. Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:09 PM | shower me with attention
No one wants to die
Like this guy died DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE WORMS EATING YOUR EYES bass solo! No, I don't know why, either. Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:57 PM | shower me with attention Friday, November 08, 2002
If there was ever a quiz worth taking, it's sarah's masterpiece:
which 'newsradio' cast member are you? brought to you by Quizilla Is anyone surprised? Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:22 PM | shower me with attention
Back beat like an axe
coming down on the melody time to give in to better living through chemistreeeeeeee. I fell asleep on the PATH on the way over here. Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:08 AM | shower me with attention Thursday, November 07, 2002
My favourite person at work today is Kenya, who left me a folder full of instruction notes so I don't have to keep sticking post-its on my person whenever I forget some procedure. I went to get coffee and when I got back it was on my desk, like I had been visited by elves.
My second favourite is Rose, who noticed what book I'm currently reading and brought me two Margaret Atwood bookmarks. My third favourite is me, who did not partake of the free donuts next to the coffeemaker. I love-a the nice people. Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:31 PM | shower me with attention
Neat.
Monkey no can sleep. Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:25 AM | shower me with attention Wednesday, November 06, 2002
I know I blog too much. But it's only because the only person who'd be interested in the things I have to say is my blog. Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:37 PM | shower me with attention
I really loved watching the documentary about the making of the cast recording of the original production of Sondheim's Company, but I can't imagine anyone else getting much out of it. I found it amazing, though. Having been obsessed with the songs for months now, and wishing I could have been around in 1970, it's the closest thing I'll get to ever actually seeing the original production. And Elaine Stritch is simply amazing. She's acting throughout every note. If you watch her face while other people are singing, while she's waiting for her cue, or while she's actually singing, it's just amazing. She's living every moment of it in a way none of the other people are. It's pretty awesome. My favourite part is when she can't get "The Ladies Who Lunch" right and they're doing take after take after take at 4 in the morning, and she's listening to a playback and she suddenly screams at herself, "SHUT UP!!!!!" Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:37 PM | shower me with attention
A decision has been made. Texas Steph and I have both always dreamed of being hit in the face with a pie. One day we shall meet in person expressly for this purpose, to pie each other.
If I were a famous, rich and/or immoral figure I would get one of those mad piers to just run up to me and do it, but sadly I am neither famous, rich nor outstandingly immoral. Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:27 PM | shower me with attention
Question of the day: is there a specific word or term to describe someone whose political beliefs are in direct contrast to their sexual fantasies? An example of this would be a female feminist who has rape fantasies (of the heterosexual variety, I suppose; a related question would be, does this apply to a female feminist who fantasizes about being raped or dominated by a woman?)
(As a side note, do not attempt to make assumptions about my own political views or psycho-sexual makeup based this question. It's a theoretical issue, although I am not opposed to rape fantasies or sadomasochistic tendencies as I think many various expressions of sexuality are natural and healthy. Do as you like as long as it's mutually consensual.) Anyone know if there's a word for this? It's occurred to me in the past but I keep forgetting to pose the question to the general public. How do you describe the reconciliation of opposing sexual and political orientations? Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:10 PM | shower me with attention
Whoops. Okay, so I'm vaguely brain-damaged. I forgot that the ebay win was for the documentary about Company and the half.com purchase was for the CD. So I don't have an extra after all-- but I do have the documentary! My own mental deficiency has created my own little self-made Christmas morning!
In other news, I am always the first person out of the room after an exam and so far it hasn't turned out bad for me yet. Always. I think I aced that sumbitch. If I didn't, my professor is retarded. And I managed to use my "does a bear shit in the woods" example to illustrate the maxim of relevance in Grice's cooperative principles, although I did chicken out in the end and write "[defecate]" instead of "shit". In other-other news, I am extremely upset with my father right now. He can't answer the phone like a human being and apparently, while I was out today, it cost my sister a job. She's depressed enough about unemployment. Today someone called to offer her a job, and my dad answered the phone and, like a lunatic and a madman, when she asked him to take a message because she wasn't up to a phone interview at the moment, he began yelling at her over and over "it's a job offer, answer the phone, it's a job offer" while the person on the other line could hear every word. She went into our room to get away with him and he followed her, banging on the door. The other person was on the line the whole time, hearing all this. The man needs professional help. How dare he. I am livid. The person was still interested and said she'd email Kirsten about the job, despite my father's social incompetence. But how dare he do that to her. Why can't he take a message like a normal human being? And he didn't even apologize to her after. They're still fighting about it. That asshole. That fucking asshole. Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:03 PM | shower me with attention
Monkey no can eat good when there no good food in house. Monkey will die of diabetes, heart disease and loneliness if monkey keeps eating raisin bread. Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:09 PM | shower me with attention
Does anyone have anything to say about the role of women and family in the works of Plato, Aristotle, and Livy?
Funny you should mention that. One title that caught my eye recently... Anyway. Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:06 PM | shower me with attention
My Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome has reappeared. Can't drop off before 2:30 am no matter how little sleep I've had.
It's time to start singing Christmas carols. When I was a teenage hermit and used to stay up all night and sleep all day, occasionally I would suffer bouts of insomnia. At times these lasted for long stretches, when I would go what I call "past the point of no return", where you're so tired that you can't sleep. That's when you get all loopy. When I got all loopy I used to sing Christmas carols, over and over. I swear to god there is an episode of M*A*S*H where Hawkeye can't sleep, goes loopy, and sings Christmas carols. Swear to god on a stack of bibles. Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:36 AM | shower me with attention Tuesday, November 05, 2002
I am a disenfranchised voter. I had to vote on a paper standby ballot because my name wasn't in the book. The old ladies searched and searched. I've voted in previous elections and my name was always in the book before. Maybe they found out about my maple leaf tattoo and stripped me of my citizenship.
I am too sleepy to study and also I don't know half as much as I thought off the top of my head so it's going to be very sticky sticky sticky monkey monkey monkey monkey. I remember that cooperative prinicples allow us to understand non sequitirs by thinking "cooperative principle?" "monkey!" Don't ask, don't. Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:09 PM | shower me with attention
I have a 26 hours until my sociolinguistics midterm. Ostensibly, I am currently skipping my Native American Indian Ethnologies class in order to have more time to study. Why, then, am I watching the news and browsing the web instead?
26 hours to study doesn't take into account the fact that I'll probably sleep for 10 hours tomorrow, and probably waste at least six hours of time bathing, eating, watching television, surfing the internet, playing Collapse, snuggling the kitty, chatting online, voting... But that still gives me ten hours to study. And I will. I will, honest. I'm undisciplined but not entirely foolhardy... right? Listen, though. If you're chatting with me tonight, you're enabling my procrastination. Don't let it go on too long. Whip me into shape. Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:47 PM | shower me with attention
My breath smells like parmesan but I haven't had parmesan in a long time. When I breathe out through my nose: parmesan.
It happens from time to time. Are phantom parmesan smells a sign of a brain tumour? Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:49 PM | shower me with attention
I seem to be sending myself porn spam again. Nothing in my outbox.
Argh. Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:48 PM | shower me with attention
Oh, awesome. Thanks, Kit. Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:04 AM | shower me with attention
Woman On Line Behind Me at ATM: Are those two machines broken?
No. I'm standing here because I am blind and I can't see two machines are free unless somebody points them out to me, and my seeing eye dog has run off to Mexico with a saucy chihuahua for the week so I'm awfully glad you came along to speed up my day and yours because we might have been standing here all morning if it weren't for your decision to inquire. Me: Yeah. (Woah. Is Al Jaffee writing this blog now?) Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:36 AM | shower me with attention Monday, November 04, 2002
I think I'm gonna go with Uncle Vanya because I found a copy online. I thank you all very sarcastically for all your invaluable help in my decision. :P Luckily, Terrence and I conned Professor Know-It-All into thinking it's due a week from Wednesday.
He and I went to see Bowling for Columbine after class today. It was wonderful. A riot. Frightening. Depressing. Disturbing. Hilarious. I can't recommend it enough. I must study. Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:39 PM | shower me with attention
The paper due next Monday is has to be on some play that I haven't read yet. I have to choose from:
Danton's Death, Bucher Lulu, Wedekind Miss Julie, Strindberg An Enemy of the People, Ibsen Uncle Vanya, Chekhov Henry IV, Pirandello Galileo, Brecht Please vote promptly, keeping in mind that I prefer to read as little as possible (shorter is better) and I that I prefer something with a text that I can find online as opposed to going to the library, although I will if I have to. Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:24 AM | shower me with attention
Inventory:
I have a button-trimmed coat, a cooling cup of coffee, a list of spreadsheets to print out, a midterm on Wednesday, a need for one 21x24 newsprint pad and one 21x24 sketch pad and one box of compressed charcoal (soft), a paper due next Monday and something itchy in my right eye. Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:04 AM | shower me with attention
No can sleep. Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:45 AM | shower me with attention Sunday, November 03, 2002
My mom forgot to tape last Thursday's ER. The Halloween one. Anyone want to send it to me? Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:33 PM | shower me with attention
Having received multiple compliments on my Pearly-Queen-in-progress-coat (inspired by the tradition of the Pearly Kings and Queens, which I first learned about from a little program called Under the Umbrella Tree, which I used to watch every day when I came home from junior high despite it being age-inappropriate) I have been continuing in sewing a variety of contrasting-coloured buttons to the trim of my black wool winter coat. It looks smashing. I must work on my Cockney accent. (I don't currently have a Cockney accent.) Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:10 AM | shower me with attention |