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What the fuck was that pitiful excuse for a Muppet Christmas movie?

I am shocked, disappointed and horrified. Apparently, if Kermit the Frog had never been born, the Twin Towers would still be standing. I'm not kidding.

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

Friday, November 29, 2002

C/o Sarah C, I took This test. I am also a New Aquarian.

Sarah Michelle Gellar?

::wrinkles nose::

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:13 PM | shower me with attention

It's Christmastime at Mint Manor.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:56 PM | shower me with attention

Thursday, November 28, 2002

Every year around Thanksgiving time, Tante Joan starts asking us to help her plan what theme we'll be doing for our Christmas dinner. This year she and Don came over and had Thanksgiving with us-- they just left, TJ and my mom off to Barcelona-- and we had a hell of a time trying to figure out what theme to do this year. Last year we did a Colonial American Christmas with ham (ick) and lemon pie and stuff. The year before it was a Scandinavian Christmas, with glog and salmon-y things. This year we couldn't stop arguing-- Mexican? Haven't we done that already? Carribbean? New Orleans? And then someone-- hey, it was me!-- jokingly suggested we just have pastrami sandwiches, pickles and slaw. And everyone got very excited and started talking at once-- why not? So we're doing a New York Jewish Christmas. Brisket, kasha varnishkas, matzoh ball soup, egg creams, Cel-Ray, Baby Jesus with a little yarmulke, gingerbread menorahs... the hard part is integrating some nice light vegetable dishes into the whole affair. The Jews aren't particularly big on unpickled vegetables. I think I'll ask Gina to make those baked carrots that I love.

My dad started pouting and Kirsten and I pinched his cheeks and called him a meshugene and told him to stop putting on such a sour punim.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:45 PM | shower me with attention

Oh wow oh wow oh wow! A Thanksgiving miracle! Look! "The Magic Garden" was Kirsten's and my very favourite show when we were three years old. Two hippies singing under a swing. The Story Box. And Look! They're bringing it back! They're showing a retrospective on it tomorrow afternoon, and then they're going to revive the show!

Holy nostalgia, Batman!

The Story Box! The Story Box!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:13 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, November 27, 2002

Also, the power cord on my iBook is frayed (??? why ??? I wasn't mistreating the damn thing) and shorted out completely today so I need a new one and I can't recharge my computer so I'm using my sister's right now. Is the power cord covered under warranty? Lot of damn things wrong with that computer.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:54 PM | shower me with attention

Ha ha, now I can talk about it as much as I want:

Crissy is pregnant, Crissy is pregnant, Crissy is pregnant!

I hope it's a girl. I don't know why.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:53 PM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, November 26, 2002

Because I'll forget, my Throgsgrafen Day post from last year.

A dollar to anyone who gets the "Throgsgrafen" reference.

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

Small whining sounds from the back of my throat.

I have a 15-page paper due in two weeks that I haven't begun researching yet aside from downloading some articles.

Commence panic.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:55 PM | shower me with attention

It's really funny that all of a sudden, out of nowhere-- out of the dream I had last night, which came from nowhere and was dreamed at least 12 hours ago-- out of nowhere and quite suddenly and quite fiercely, I miss Scott Thompson. As if he were a close friend of mine that I haven't seen in years. Which he isn't. He's a friendly acquaintance of mine that I haven't seen in months, which is not at all the same.

I miss him and I wonder what he's up to. I'd like to party with him. I'd like to hug him and listen to him talk for long periods of time. I miss Scott.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:27 PM | shower me with attention

I ordered some bumblebee yarn on my mom's credit card because I am a naughty monkey.

Monkey love yarn.

By the way, this site should give you a good idea of a Christmas present for me. Stripety.

Except, don't get ma a Christmas present, because I can't get you one. Unless you get me yarn and I make you something.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:48 PM | shower me with attention

We dig dig dig dig dig dig dig in a mine the whole day through
'Cause dig dig dig dig dig dig dig is what we like to do.
It ain't no trick
to get rich quick
if you dig dig dig with a shovel or a pick
in a mine
in a mine
in a mine
in a mine
where a million diamonds shine.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:47 PM | shower me with attention

Monday, November 25, 2002

Pea nut butt ah.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:56 PM | shower me with attention

Mom and I are having an argument about whether or not I could kick Giuliani's ass.

I could totally take him.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:04 PM | shower me with attention

Welcome Mel to my blog list. And those of you who haven't updated in months, quake in fear.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:01 PM | shower me with attention

There's a guy in the next cubicle who always repeats people's names when he's talking to them. Several times per conversation. It makes me really like him. I wonder if he read that in a book somewhere. "If you repeat people's names while you're talking to them, people will like you."

Of course he doesn't talk to me, because we've only introduced ourselves once and I'll bet he doesn't remember my name.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:07 PM | shower me with attention

Vote for Aimee.

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

Sunday, November 24, 2002

Look, the Happy Medium.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:06 PM | shower me with attention

It doesn't keep. Everything is obliterated, fragmented or weakened. Things looked better and that was the illusion. The truth is the loss, tension, fear, disappointment and sadness. I greatly prefer the illusion. It's my turn to be strong. Guess what: I'm not up for it. Surprise, surprise. But I'm going to do it anyway.

The automatist's undoing, the whole world starts unscrewing, and the lines that follow.

Finished another sock.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:59 PM | shower me with attention

I came home early today because everyone is very worried about the Lily. She doesn't look well. She's very tired and old and horribly skinny. Disturbingly skinny. She's always been skinng but this is worse than ever. She's been eating, though. She just ate seven Cluckers out of my hand. She's sleeping a lot. We're going to let her rest.

I am trying to be prepared but this is very awful.

I think she won't be around much longer.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:06 PM | shower me with attention

Today is Cheryl's birthday. I really shouldn't link her since she doesn't blog anymore. I should really take her off my list like the extremely cold-hearted and strict person I am. But I shan't, I shan't. I want her to be a happy Goth, like in that Divine Comedy song.

Me and Gina were supposed to drive to Rhode Island this weekend to see her, finally. We've been meaning to for weeks but there's always bad weather or something to prevent us. This weekend Andrew's birthday dinner got switched to last night, so we couldn't go. I wish we could have been with her for her birthday. I hope she has a wonderful birthday. I wish she would come down and bake cookies with us next weekend, but she won't because she says it's "our turn" to come and visit her. I don't have a say in that, as I don't drive and have no money for bus fare. But she should still come to the cookie festival.

Happy Cheryl Day to one and all!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:54 AM | shower me with attention