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Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Stranger Dan (actually just Dan, why do I give people stupid nicknames?) who offered to send me the M*A*S*H Reunion Special (see below) never got back to me on where to send money to cover materials and postage. Then he emailed me today,
Merry Christmas, the 2 cd's are in the mail. My present to you.
Ees to cry!
See? M*A*S*H fans rule.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:21 PM | shower me with attention
Merry Christmas, the 2 cd's are in the mail. My present to you.
Ees to cry!
See? M*A*S*H fans rule.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:21 PM | shower me with attention
Spike is here! Spike is here! We have to keep him up in the red room because Riley growled at him. I can't stop calling him "New Guy". I have to stop before he starts answering to "New Guy".
And KIT is here!!! She took pictures of New-Guy-I-Mean-Spike. She must upload them, please.
Tomorrow, Ade arrives from Michigan, and Linn and Oscar from Sweden, and oh, such merry times those shall be...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:11 PM | shower me with attention
And KIT is here!!! She took pictures of New-Guy-I-Mean-Spike. She must upload them, please.
Tomorrow, Ade arrives from Michigan, and Linn and Oscar from Sweden, and oh, such merry times those shall be...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:11 PM | shower me with attention
New Year Faerie is c/o of sarah, by the way.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:07 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:07 PM | shower me with attention
Happy Goose Day!
My hero is legal today. It's the specialest day of the year.
I will be her when I grow up.
Read one of her reviews: it's my Goose-day present to you.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:03 AM | shower me with attention
My hero is legal today. It's the specialest day of the year.
I will be her when I grow up.
Read one of her reviews: it's my Goose-day present to you.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:03 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, December 30, 2002
Today I bought myself a book called Will Shortz's Favourite Crossword Puzzles. I felt guilty because I really shouldn't be buying myself anything, but I'd skipped lunch and it cost the same as lunch would have. And then when I got to the counter, the book turned out to be 70% less than the displayed price. So it was meant to be.
Then I was doing it in a fountain pen (so satisfying!) and my dad, who is in a snit, walked by and accused me of intellectual arrogance because I was doing it in ink. Which made me laugh because he can't even finish a Monday puzzle, so of course he would say that. And you know what else? Maybe it is intellectual arrogance; or maybe it's the fact that I don't measure intellect on the ability to do crossword puzzles. (Last night I was reading that David Sedaris essay, "21 down" from Me Talk Pretty One Day.)
Either way, I'm going to write Will Shortz a love letter. And David Sedaris, while I'm at it.
My name is Tavie and I love crossword puzzles and knitting. My name is Tavie and I am boring. (Hi, Tavie...)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:17 PM | shower me with attention
Then I was doing it in a fountain pen (so satisfying!) and my dad, who is in a snit, walked by and accused me of intellectual arrogance because I was doing it in ink. Which made me laugh because he can't even finish a Monday puzzle, so of course he would say that. And you know what else? Maybe it is intellectual arrogance; or maybe it's the fact that I don't measure intellect on the ability to do crossword puzzles. (Last night I was reading that David Sedaris essay, "21 down" from Me Talk Pretty One Day.)
Either way, I'm going to write Will Shortz a love letter. And David Sedaris, while I'm at it.
My name is Tavie and I love crossword puzzles and knitting. My name is Tavie and I am boring. (Hi, Tavie...)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:17 PM | shower me with attention
Thought of a fourth drawback: What to do with turtle?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:34 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:34 PM | shower me with attention
After I had given up the idea of Disney World this year-- too depressing-- Mummy emailed me and said that we will all be going to Disney World from January 20 to January 25. Well! There are three drawbacks to this:
1. "We all" means my parents, my sister and myself. "My parents" means my dad. I refuse to eat in any restaurants with him, I'm letting that be known at the outset.
2. Sister is very unenthusiastic about trip, might refuse to go, the brat. That would mean just me and my parents going. Ew. Why does Dad have to go? He obviously doesn't want to, and I don't want him to.
3. I have to pay for my own park ticket. I am officially a grownup now.
Still, it's Disney World. Will it be a barrel of monkeys, or a painful reminder of lost friendships? Maybe a bit of both.
This will be trip #23.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:31 PM | shower me with attention
1. "We all" means my parents, my sister and myself. "My parents" means my dad. I refuse to eat in any restaurants with him, I'm letting that be known at the outset.
2. Sister is very unenthusiastic about trip, might refuse to go, the brat. That would mean just me and my parents going. Ew. Why does Dad have to go? He obviously doesn't want to, and I don't want him to.
3. I have to pay for my own park ticket. I am officially a grownup now.
Still, it's Disney World. Will it be a barrel of monkeys, or a painful reminder of lost friendships? Maybe a bit of both.
This will be trip #23.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:31 PM | shower me with attention
Why is natural yarn so expensive?
It would be awesome to knit my first sweater out of something really fine and soft, like cashmere (gasp! only millionaires can knit sweaters from cashmere!) or angora or alpaca, but even mohair and merino wool is beyond my means. I tell you what I'd love is to get a pound of some nice hand-painted lambswool. What a great sweater that would make. But I could buy an already-made sweater for much less than the cost of the wool.
Not fair.
Maybe I should buy a sheep and a spindle...
I'll be knitting with acrylic for the rest of my life. When will I be rich?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:44 PM | shower me with attention
It would be awesome to knit my first sweater out of something really fine and soft, like cashmere (gasp! only millionaires can knit sweaters from cashmere!) or angora or alpaca, but even mohair and merino wool is beyond my means. I tell you what I'd love is to get a pound of some nice hand-painted lambswool. What a great sweater that would make. But I could buy an already-made sweater for much less than the cost of the wool.
Not fair.
Maybe I should buy a sheep and a spindle...
I'll be knitting with acrylic for the rest of my life. When will I be rich?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:44 PM | shower me with attention
Before I didn't really care, but now I hope I do well in my theatre class. Grades are in for the other three and it's 2 A's and an A+ (for drawing), so it would be cool to get A's across the board.
I doubt it'll happen, though. That theatre professor is a mean old coot.
Can't sleep. Work tomorrow.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:15 AM | shower me with attention
I doubt it'll happen, though. That theatre professor is a mean old coot.
Can't sleep. Work tomorrow.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:15 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, December 29, 2002
Fucking amazing 360-degree view of Rockefeller Center (via Boing Boing)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:55 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:55 PM | shower me with attention
Nice lunch today in Hoboken with Goosey Poosey (also Henny Penny and Cocky Locky.) It was at that Mediterranean place that doesn't know how to use lemon juice properly. I forgot to bring the Swedish purse for my sweet baby love doll, but she remembered to bring The Neverending Story to lend me, and a new (to me) book about a pig.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:49 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:49 PM | shower me with attention
Terry said about the watch he gave me for Christmas: But knowing her, she would probably hold on to it, and keep wearing her Pooh watch, if she hasn't given it away as a gift already...
You're ridiculous. I haven't taken this off since you gave it to me, except to shower.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:54 PM | shower me with attention
You're ridiculous. I haven't taken this off since you gave it to me, except to shower.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:54 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, December 28, 2002
If all goes well, Riley is gonna get a little brother named Spike from this place.
His name's Tigger now, but if he gets to come home, his name will be Spike.
Although Spike may be named after a vampire, Riley is still named after a Steps-dweller, not a vampire-hunting FBI guy. Just to be clear. Because the vampire-hunting Riley is a different kind of pussy altogether.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:33 PM | shower me with attention
His name's Tigger now, but if he gets to come home, his name will be Spike.
Although Spike may be named after a vampire, Riley is still named after a Steps-dweller, not a vampire-hunting FBI guy. Just to be clear. Because the vampire-hunting Riley is a different kind of pussy altogether.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:33 PM | shower me with attention
I'm gonna try something, I dunno if it will work.
Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers spoiler to follow? Not sure if it will work, sorry if you see the following text without hiliting it first, it's because I know nothing about web colors and that stuff:
I can't believe they killed Ugly Legolas. At least Real Legolas lived.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:54 PM | shower me with attention
Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers spoiler to follow? Not sure if it will work, sorry if you see the following text without hiliting it first, it's because I know nothing about web colors and that stuff:
I can't believe they killed Ugly Legolas. At least Real Legolas lived.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:54 PM | shower me with attention
OOOOOOOOOOH!
Linn is coming! She's officially coming, Jan 1 - Jan 12! I am so excited I might pee on something! She's bringing Boyfriend Oscar.
HURRAH!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:53 PM | shower me with attention
Linn is coming! She's officially coming, Jan 1 - Jan 12! I am so excited I might pee on something! She's bringing Boyfriend Oscar.
HURRAH!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:53 PM | shower me with attention
Yay for Stranger Dan, who read my plea on alt.tv.mash and is burning me a VCD of the 30th Reunion Special!
Extra bonus points to anyone who feels like going on kazaa, downloading it and sending it to me. But I know that's not gonna happen. Don't worry, I wouldn't do it for you, either. It's a pain in the ass.
Hurrah!
So, did I mention how much I absolutely adored The Two Towers? Because, dude. Duh-ude.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:52 PM | shower me with attention
Extra bonus points to anyone who feels like going on kazaa, downloading it and sending it to me. But I know that's not gonna happen. Don't worry, I wouldn't do it for you, either. It's a pain in the ass.
Hurrah!
So, did I mention how much I absolutely adored The Two Towers? Because, dude. Duh-ude.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:52 PM | shower me with attention
I was all on an enormous high from coming from seeing The Two Towers a minute ago, because the movie was so indescribably awesome, and then I discovered that I fucked up the timer and the M*A*S*H 30th Reunion Special did NOT record.
ARGH.
Did anyone tape it? Help help?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:56 AM | shower me with attention
ARGH.
Did anyone tape it? Help help?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:56 AM | shower me with attention
Friday, December 27, 2002
I think I'll go over to the CVS in my pajamas to purchase shampoo and a blank video to tape the M*A*S*H special tonight.
Two things: Can't decide what the best thing I got for Christmas was. The long-awaited DVDs were pretty nice. I got Brain Candy, Mr Show, M*A*S*H seasons 1 and 2... is that it? Oh. That's it. So that was pretty damn sweet. Still no Sports Night DVDs, but I did get an Amazon gift certificate. Supposedly I'm to use it towards the purchase of the digital camera of my choice. But it'll only cover about a third of the cost of the digital camera I'm interested in, so I'd still have to toss in a couple weeks' pay to get one. I'm considering scrapping the digital camera idea for now and buying the Sports Night DVDs. I'll still have about fifty dollars to play with after that, and I desperately need a new Discman. So mayhaps I'll do that. Although it would be nice to have a digital camera. Maybe one day, Melanie.
Second thing: Has anyone had an abscessed tooth? I'm afraid I might. It's all sore next to one of my teeth in the back and I've had an earache on that side all week. (And on the other side of my mouth, there's a terrible, terrible cavity that I discovered when I bit down on something I'm not supposed to be eating anyway. I think I have some fucked-up oral hygienic habits. I need Dr Linn to come over and teach me how to floss.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:34 PM | shower me with attention
Two things: Can't decide what the best thing I got for Christmas was. The long-awaited DVDs were pretty nice. I got Brain Candy, Mr Show, M*A*S*H seasons 1 and 2... is that it? Oh. That's it. So that was pretty damn sweet. Still no Sports Night DVDs, but I did get an Amazon gift certificate. Supposedly I'm to use it towards the purchase of the digital camera of my choice. But it'll only cover about a third of the cost of the digital camera I'm interested in, so I'd still have to toss in a couple weeks' pay to get one. I'm considering scrapping the digital camera idea for now and buying the Sports Night DVDs. I'll still have about fifty dollars to play with after that, and I desperately need a new Discman. So mayhaps I'll do that. Although it would be nice to have a digital camera. Maybe one day, Melanie.
Second thing: Has anyone had an abscessed tooth? I'm afraid I might. It's all sore next to one of my teeth in the back and I've had an earache on that side all week. (And on the other side of my mouth, there's a terrible, terrible cavity that I discovered when I bit down on something I'm not supposed to be eating anyway. I think I have some fucked-up oral hygienic habits. I need Dr Linn to come over and teach me how to floss.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:34 PM | shower me with attention
Christmas exceeded all expectations. Extreme beauty overload driving through the Winter Wonderland that was North White Plains, from aunt and uncle's house to train station. Clear blue sky, sparkling white everywhere, and other predictable nouns and adjectives.
Small sadness coming home for the first time from Christmas to no Christmas kitties. I miss my girls every day. The matching pajamas mom got me and Kirsten have little patchwork kitty cats all over them-- a design of blue cats with different patches, and spools and needles. Mom didn't even notice the connection to Patchwork Lily until I pointed it out.
It was the first time since grade five that Kirsten and I have dressed alike. Gosh but we look different. We are the most unalike-looking twins I've ever seen in my life, including the fictional ones in that movie.
Finished Kirsten's sleeves yesterday. A rousing success. Stripety mum scarf also a rousing success. I have five days to finish the bumble-bee socks (which are a present for somebody who shall remain nameless in case she reads this) and like a buffoon I left the knitting at home. (I'm at Mint Manor now, 'course.) So I'll only have two days to finish. Holy suspense and drama, Batman. In the mean time, I've started on the vest for my dad. First time with circular needles. I like 'em.
What happened to merit "my dad is a big asshole", by the way: at breakfast on Christmas morning he threw a tantrum over a piece of mail addressed to our family but really meant for Kirsten and me. I'm not going into it here, but anyway, he got it in his head that he was being deprived of his rights and threw a big, loud tantrum. In fact, he started yelling right after Gina said to me, "I have a headache". I know he heard her say this and yet he immediately started yelling about how no one was going to deprive him of his supreme rights, blah blah blah blah, in an extremely LOUD and obnoxious voice. He's usually a nice man but he's got some screws loose, you see. We basically know how to deal with him but I don't appreciate him yelling in my friends' ears. Grow up just a tiny bit, please, old man. No; too much to ask. Old dog'll never learn the fancy new tricks of maturity and consideration for others.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:10 AM | shower me with attention
Small sadness coming home for the first time from Christmas to no Christmas kitties. I miss my girls every day. The matching pajamas mom got me and Kirsten have little patchwork kitty cats all over them-- a design of blue cats with different patches, and spools and needles. Mom didn't even notice the connection to Patchwork Lily until I pointed it out.
It was the first time since grade five that Kirsten and I have dressed alike. Gosh but we look different. We are the most unalike-looking twins I've ever seen in my life, including the fictional ones in that movie.
Finished Kirsten's sleeves yesterday. A rousing success. Stripety mum scarf also a rousing success. I have five days to finish the bumble-bee socks (which are a present for somebody who shall remain nameless in case she reads this) and like a buffoon I left the knitting at home. (I'm at Mint Manor now, 'course.) So I'll only have two days to finish. Holy suspense and drama, Batman. In the mean time, I've started on the vest for my dad. First time with circular needles. I like 'em.
What happened to merit "my dad is a big asshole", by the way: at breakfast on Christmas morning he threw a tantrum over a piece of mail addressed to our family but really meant for Kirsten and me. I'm not going into it here, but anyway, he got it in his head that he was being deprived of his rights and threw a big, loud tantrum. In fact, he started yelling right after Gina said to me, "I have a headache". I know he heard her say this and yet he immediately started yelling about how no one was going to deprive him of his supreme rights, blah blah blah blah, in an extremely LOUD and obnoxious voice. He's usually a nice man but he's got some screws loose, you see. We basically know how to deal with him but I don't appreciate him yelling in my friends' ears. Grow up just a tiny bit, please, old man. No; too much to ask. Old dog'll never learn the fancy new tricks of maturity and consideration for others.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:10 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, December 26, 2002
My sister and I are wearing matching pajamas.
Tomorrow is going to be a joyous journey of carrying way more than any of us can handle back home on Metro North Railroad and then subway. Because it's too snowy for Tante Joan to drive us. It sort of makes me regret how many presents I got. Didn't know I'd have to carry them.
No it doesn't, I love presents.
By the way, my dad is a big asshole. I must remember to apologize to Gina.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:03 AM | shower me with attention
Tomorrow is going to be a joyous journey of carrying way more than any of us can handle back home on Metro North Railroad and then subway. Because it's too snowy for Tante Joan to drive us. It sort of makes me regret how many presents I got. Didn't know I'd have to carry them.
No it doesn't, I love presents.
By the way, my dad is a big asshole. I must remember to apologize to Gina.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:03 AM | shower me with attention
David Cross fucking rules. I'm the Button Coat Girl.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:01 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:01 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, December 25, 2002
Good thing Gina left this morning, as we are now Snowed In in Westchester. Omio, omayo that's a lotta snow out dere.
I got everything I desperately wanted, especially in the DVD department. Spent most of the day sleeping; due to G's early departure, it was the first present-opening in recent memory to occur well before sundown Christmas day.
The matzoh balls were a little soft, but the brisket smells delicious. My Christmas earache is almost gone.
Appy olidays, guvnah,
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:28 PM | shower me with attention
I got everything I desperately wanted, especially in the DVD department. Spent most of the day sleeping; due to G's early departure, it was the first present-opening in recent memory to occur well before sundown Christmas day.
The matzoh balls were a little soft, but the brisket smells delicious. My Christmas earache is almost gone.
Appy olidays, guvnah,
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:28 PM | shower me with attention
Woah, man. Lookit what Serra showed me! Michael Penn scored another movie that I will have to see!
There's also the whole Bob and Dave and Maura factors... but Michael! Michael!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:01 AM | shower me with attention
There's also the whole Bob and Dave and Maura factors... but Michael! Michael!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:01 AM | shower me with attention
A quickie from my aunt's computer because she has one of those awful keyboards that are split down the middle and all my c's want to be v's.
Gina came with me and sis out to the wilds of North White Plains to Tante Joan and Don's house to help with the annual Christmas party they throw for Don's family. She excelled as a Kitchen Elf. After everyone left it began to snow prettily, and since my parents aren't coming til tomorrow morning, it's nice and quiet and cozy here.
Once again the kids roped me into drawing their portraits. It was pretty fun though 'cause I had a few Cape Cods in me by then, and they're all older now. Like the rest of us. Next year I'm going to be Official Caricaturist (Offivial Varivaturist, it wants to say) and charge by the hour.
Merry Vhristmas to all.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:58 AM | shower me with attention
Gina came with me and sis out to the wilds of North White Plains to Tante Joan and Don's house to help with the annual Christmas party they throw for Don's family. She excelled as a Kitchen Elf. After everyone left it began to snow prettily, and since my parents aren't coming til tomorrow morning, it's nice and quiet and cozy here.
Once again the kids roped me into drawing their portraits. It was pretty fun though 'cause I had a few Cape Cods in me by then, and they're all older now. Like the rest of us. Next year I'm going to be Official Caricaturist (Offivial Varivaturist, it wants to say) and charge by the hour.
Merry Vhristmas to all.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:58 AM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, December 24, 2002
Kirsten and I just watched my favourite M*A*S*H Christmas episode, Death Takes a Holiday.
It's nice in here.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:34 AM | shower me with attention
It's nice in here.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:34 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, December 23, 2002
There will be no Muppet Family Christmas this year.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:06 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:06 PM | shower me with attention
I must get this.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:57 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:57 PM | shower me with attention
Finished knitting the stripety scarf for mum's Christmas present. Just have to finish weaving in the ends and attach the fringe and I can wrap 'er up.
Sadly, other family members will be receiving glimpses of unfinished gifts and/or photos of what gifts will look like when they're finished. Buh-hoo.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:35 PM | shower me with attention
Sadly, other family members will be receiving glimpses of unfinished gifts and/or photos of what gifts will look like when they're finished. Buh-hoo.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:35 PM | shower me with attention
I may be musically stupid, but I know this guy and it's terribly sad news that he's died. 50 is too young. Once I was watching him and those Mescalaros of his on Conan and the music gave me goosebumps.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:09 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:09 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, December 22, 2002
This design is the best one, but I don't like any of them. I just don't. And I don't even like this one, because, as Gina pointed out, it looks like there's a big plane crashed in between the middle of them.
Terrence got me a new watch for Christmas. He surprised me with it the other day when I went to school with Kit to meet him and, ostensibly, get my OS X discs back (which he forgot). I was taken aback by the gift because it's the nicest watch I've ever owned, the only one that hasn't had a cheap pleather drugstore band. It's shiny. All I did was bake him brownies. He's such a good friend, my best friend at school.
And how do I love my blog? Let me count the ways: The Book of Three, Taran Wanderer, The Black Cauldron, The Castle of Lllyr, The High King... someone got the hint and told Santy Claus to leave all the Prydain Chronicles under the tree.
I love Christmas.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:17 PM | shower me with attention
Terrence got me a new watch for Christmas. He surprised me with it the other day when I went to school with Kit to meet him and, ostensibly, get my OS X discs back (which he forgot). I was taken aback by the gift because it's the nicest watch I've ever owned, the only one that hasn't had a cheap pleather drugstore band. It's shiny. All I did was bake him brownies. He's such a good friend, my best friend at school.
And how do I love my blog? Let me count the ways: The Book of Three, Taran Wanderer, The Black Cauldron, The Castle of Lllyr, The High King... someone got the hint and told Santy Claus to leave all the Prydain Chronicles under the tree.
I love Christmas.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:17 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, December 21, 2002
We're off to the city to have goil-y fun. I'll leave you with some Christmas cheer, Elfquest-style.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:34 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:34 PM | shower me with attention
It's Christmas and the house is full of goils.
Not enough goils, not yet at least, but still a goodly collection.
Laughter. All the time.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:20 AM | shower me with attention
Not enough goils, not yet at least, but still a goodly collection.
Laughter. All the time.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:20 AM | shower me with attention
Friday, December 20, 2002
Christmas Update:
Where is my Muppet Family Christmas video?
It's not like I have tons of requirements. Yes, I have an unhealthy emotional attachment to seasonal traditions that is unshared by the rest of my family and friends. Yes, I must have a tree. Yes, I must have my Nutcracker. And yes, I must obsessively view (in ascending order of importance) How the Grinch Stole Christmas, Mickey's Christmas Carol, Pee-Wee's Christmas Special and A Muppet Family Christmas each year. Is that a lot to ask? I don't force everyone to watch Mixed Nuts and A Muppet Christmas Carol and Miracle on 34th Street and The Ref and Home Alone (shut up, it's a fine Christmas movie) every year, do I? Those are optional, rotating Christmas viewing possibilities. But I do demand my Muppet Family Christmas. I do.
So where is it? Who stole it, who hid it?
If I don't find it, Christmas IS ruined. I'm just warning you.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:05 AM | shower me with attention
Where is my Muppet Family Christmas video?
It's not like I have tons of requirements. Yes, I have an unhealthy emotional attachment to seasonal traditions that is unshared by the rest of my family and friends. Yes, I must have a tree. Yes, I must have my Nutcracker. And yes, I must obsessively view (in ascending order of importance) How the Grinch Stole Christmas, Mickey's Christmas Carol, Pee-Wee's Christmas Special and A Muppet Family Christmas each year. Is that a lot to ask? I don't force everyone to watch Mixed Nuts and A Muppet Christmas Carol and Miracle on 34th Street and The Ref and Home Alone (shut up, it's a fine Christmas movie) every year, do I? Those are optional, rotating Christmas viewing possibilities. But I do demand my Muppet Family Christmas. I do.
So where is it? Who stole it, who hid it?
If I don't find it, Christmas IS ruined. I'm just warning you.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:05 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, December 19, 2002
Christmas Update:
Nutcracker found! He has his wooden arm "around" the naked Venus de Milo on the piano.
Tree decorated. All by myself, once again. How many years has it been since someone helped me decorate the tree? Five? Ten?
Star-shaped beacon blinking in the window. Backstory: We have this sad, old angel that we bought when we moved into this apartment to replace the cheezy, beloved, retired, retro blinking coloured star that was always on my childhood trees in Brooklyn. (I wonder what happened to that star.) The angel hasn't lit up for at least 8 years. Her satin dress is crumpled, showing the clear plastic skirt-molding underneath. Her porcelain eyes are downcast, as if ashamed at her shabbiness. Several years ago my mom bought a cheap, cheezy $3-dollar star of blinking gold lights and gold tinsel in an attempt to replace her. I couldn't stand to have that monstrosity on my tree, so every year I plug it in and set it in the window to flash, in hopes that Michael Palin and the knights of Camelot will see it and pay me a visit. Michael has not yet come to call, sadly. But I like the stupid star-shaped beacon.
Living room is fetively decked. Still messy and cluttered and full of junk, but a festive sort of mess.
So, an informal poll for those who participate in the tree thing:
What are your views on tinsel? (We're anti-tinsel.) What are your lights like-- coloured, white? Blinking or non? Big or little? (Ours are small, white, alternate blinking and twinkling.) Star or angel or something else? (See above.) Eclectic mishmash of ornaments, or unified theme? (Mishmash.) Real tree or fake? (Real, always, no question.) Green or otherwise? (I've seen some strange-looking silver trees, white trees, pink trees. I'm against that, personally.) If fake, big or little?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:12 PM | shower me with attention
Nutcracker found! He has his wooden arm "around" the naked Venus de Milo on the piano.
Tree decorated. All by myself, once again. How many years has it been since someone helped me decorate the tree? Five? Ten?
Star-shaped beacon blinking in the window. Backstory: We have this sad, old angel that we bought when we moved into this apartment to replace the cheezy, beloved, retired, retro blinking coloured star that was always on my childhood trees in Brooklyn. (I wonder what happened to that star.) The angel hasn't lit up for at least 8 years. Her satin dress is crumpled, showing the clear plastic skirt-molding underneath. Her porcelain eyes are downcast, as if ashamed at her shabbiness. Several years ago my mom bought a cheap, cheezy $3-dollar star of blinking gold lights and gold tinsel in an attempt to replace her. I couldn't stand to have that monstrosity on my tree, so every year I plug it in and set it in the window to flash, in hopes that Michael Palin and the knights of Camelot will see it and pay me a visit. Michael has not yet come to call, sadly. But I like the stupid star-shaped beacon.
Living room is fetively decked. Still messy and cluttered and full of junk, but a festive sort of mess.
So, an informal poll for those who participate in the tree thing:
What are your views on tinsel? (We're anti-tinsel.) What are your lights like-- coloured, white? Blinking or non? Big or little? (Ours are small, white, alternate blinking and twinkling.) Star or angel or something else? (See above.) Eclectic mishmash of ornaments, or unified theme? (Mishmash.) Real tree or fake? (Real, always, no question.) Green or otherwise? (I've seen some strange-looking silver trees, white trees, pink trees. I'm against that, personally.) If fake, big or little?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:12 PM | shower me with attention
The Christmas Report:
This afternoon my male boss (whose secretary I work for) popped into my cubicle and laid a beautifully-wrapped box of Godiva chocolates on my desk. "Santa Claus came early," he said with his characteristic gentle smile. "And it's no-cal," he joked with a wink, patting me on the shoulder and disappearing as quickly as he had appeared.
Well. I almost cried, I was so touched. He's just such a nice man, always smiling at me and joking in a kindly-uncle sort of way. It's not even the gift itself-- I'm avoiding sweets-- but the gesture was so lovely.
Then, as I popped by my female boss (whom I work directly under)'s desk to drop a Christmas card on her desk (and one in HelloJoeWhaddyaKnow's office), she said, "I know you're leaving for a final now so you won't want to carry this, but don't forget to take it when you come in on Monday." And she opened a drawer and showed me a wrapped gift inside.
So sweet. It put me right in the holiday spirit. They're such nice folks. I'm sorry I had to miss the Christmas party for the final.
Then I got home and, hello, there's a box from one of my old Elfquest friends, Karen. She sends me something every year and I felt immediately guilty because we haven't emailed in so long, and I didn't send Christmas cards to any of my Elfquest friends this year. Not even Tea Rose, whom I actually have been talking to lately. Everything was just so slapped-together and last-minute and I didn't have my updated address book with me, so I just sent cards to a few people. I left the vast majority of people out.
I know Christmas isn't supposed to be about reciprocating, but giving and loving and such and so I'll just feel warm and grateful about these gestures of friendship, but I do wish I'd sent her something.
I've got everything set up for the tree, which I am leaving right now to go get, but I can't find the Nutcracker. I'm worried. If anything happened to Nutcracker I'll be very upset.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:45 PM | shower me with attention
This afternoon my male boss (whose secretary I work for) popped into my cubicle and laid a beautifully-wrapped box of Godiva chocolates on my desk. "Santa Claus came early," he said with his characteristic gentle smile. "And it's no-cal," he joked with a wink, patting me on the shoulder and disappearing as quickly as he had appeared.
Well. I almost cried, I was so touched. He's just such a nice man, always smiling at me and joking in a kindly-uncle sort of way. It's not even the gift itself-- I'm avoiding sweets-- but the gesture was so lovely.
Then, as I popped by my female boss (whom I work directly under)'s desk to drop a Christmas card on her desk (and one in HelloJoeWhaddyaKnow's office), she said, "I know you're leaving for a final now so you won't want to carry this, but don't forget to take it when you come in on Monday." And she opened a drawer and showed me a wrapped gift inside.
So sweet. It put me right in the holiday spirit. They're such nice folks. I'm sorry I had to miss the Christmas party for the final.
Then I got home and, hello, there's a box from one of my old Elfquest friends, Karen. She sends me something every year and I felt immediately guilty because we haven't emailed in so long, and I didn't send Christmas cards to any of my Elfquest friends this year. Not even Tea Rose, whom I actually have been talking to lately. Everything was just so slapped-together and last-minute and I didn't have my updated address book with me, so I just sent cards to a few people. I left the vast majority of people out.
I know Christmas isn't supposed to be about reciprocating, but giving and loving and such and so I'll just feel warm and grateful about these gestures of friendship, but I do wish I'd sent her something.
I've got everything set up for the tree, which I am leaving right now to go get, but I can't find the Nutcracker. I'm worried. If anything happened to Nutcracker I'll be very upset.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:45 PM | shower me with attention
I'M DONE!
Done-bun-can't-be-undone!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:19 PM | shower me with attention
Done-bun-can't-be-undone!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:19 PM | shower me with attention
I love my boss. I love my boss! The one to whom I always want to say, "Hello, Joe, whaddya know?" but never do? I love him!
I am full of the magic of Christmas right now.
A kind, sweet man, he is.
More later.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:40 PM | shower me with attention
I am full of the magic of Christmas right now.
A kind, sweet man, he is.
More later.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:40 PM | shower me with attention
Happy birthday, Terry!
I'm sorry we have to take a final on your birthday.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:08 PM | shower me with attention
I'm sorry we have to take a final on your birthday.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:08 PM | shower me with attention
Following Jen Pardilla's example, I went through this list and pulled out all the phobias I suffer from.
I don't understand how this one can be on there:
Zemmiphobia- Fear of the great mole rat.
and yet nothing about tree sloths or holocaust/explosions.
Anyway, my list:
Agateophobia- Fear of insanity.
Agliophobia- Fear of pain.
Agoraphobia- Fear of open spaces or of being in crowded, public places like markets. Fear of leaving a safe place.
Allodoxaphobia- Fear of opinions.
Anuptaphobia- Fear of staying single.
Apeirophobia- Fear of infinity.
Arsonphobia- Fear of fire.
Atychiphobia- Fear of failure.
Carcinophobia- Fear of cancer.
Catagelophobia- Fear of being ridiculed.
Coitophobia- Fear of coitus.
Coulrophobia- Fear of clowns.
Decidophobia- Fear of making decisions.
Diabetophobia- Fear of diabetes.
Didaskaleinophobia- Fear of going to school.
Dishabiliophobia- Fear of undressing in front of someone.
Emetophobia- Fear of vomiting.
Enosiophobia or Enissophobia- Fear of having committed an unpardonable sin or of criticism.
Ereuthrophobia- Fear of blushing.
Ergophobia- Fear of work.
Hypengyophobia or Hypegiaphobia- Fear of responsibility.
Obesophobia- Fear of gaining weight
Social Phobia- Fear of being evaluated negatively in social situations.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:29 AM | shower me with attention
I don't understand how this one can be on there:
Zemmiphobia- Fear of the great mole rat.
and yet nothing about tree sloths or holocaust/explosions.
Anyway, my list:
Agateophobia- Fear of insanity.
Agliophobia- Fear of pain.
Agoraphobia- Fear of open spaces or of being in crowded, public places like markets. Fear of leaving a safe place.
Allodoxaphobia- Fear of opinions.
Anuptaphobia- Fear of staying single.
Apeirophobia- Fear of infinity.
Arsonphobia- Fear of fire.
Atychiphobia- Fear of failure.
Carcinophobia- Fear of cancer.
Catagelophobia- Fear of being ridiculed.
Coitophobia- Fear of coitus.
Coulrophobia- Fear of clowns.
Decidophobia- Fear of making decisions.
Diabetophobia- Fear of diabetes.
Didaskaleinophobia- Fear of going to school.
Dishabiliophobia- Fear of undressing in front of someone.
Emetophobia- Fear of vomiting.
Enosiophobia or Enissophobia- Fear of having committed an unpardonable sin or of criticism.
Ereuthrophobia- Fear of blushing.
Ergophobia- Fear of work.
Hypengyophobia or Hypegiaphobia- Fear of responsibility.
Obesophobia- Fear of gaining weight
Social Phobia- Fear of being evaluated negatively in social situations.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:29 AM | shower me with attention
Welcome to the third blog by a person I don't know to make it to the list. Got it from Boing Boing (the first!). Cool-looking New York news blog. And god knows I don't know what's happening in my own head, much less my city, most of the time. So this is good.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:35 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:35 AM | shower me with attention
Yet more people chime in.
I wish Apple had a "four repairs, get a new one" clause like that one guy's store does. I don't think my mom even bought this one from a store.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:02 AM | shower me with attention
I wish Apple had a "four repairs, get a new one" clause like that one guy's store does. I don't think my mom even bought this one from a store.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:02 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, December 18, 2002
Tomorrow night we're getting a tree.
Saturday we're getting digital cable.
Yeah, baby.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:17 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday we're getting digital cable.
Yeah, baby.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:17 PM | shower me with attention
One final down, one to go.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:02 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:02 PM | shower me with attention
I've replaced music (I can get my last humanities credit later, maybe I'll try film again next semester) with Elementary French. So my long dark road into Language Hell begins.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:31 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:31 PM | shower me with attention
Oh, hey! Can anyone explain this one to me? Every single "Intro to Computer Science" section I tried to register for gave me the error message, "Section only open to GRADUATING SENIORS".
Um. Why would an intro class only be open to the people who are gone after next semester?
Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, mmmsoup.
I need. Science credits. To graduate. And this is. The only science. I can stand. To take. Goddammit.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:21 PM | shower me with attention
Um. Why would an intro class only be open to the people who are gone after next semester?
Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, mmmsoup.
I need. Science credits. To graduate. And this is. The only science. I can stand. To take. Goddammit.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:21 PM | shower me with attention
I am not the only person with Broken Ethernet Port Syndrome. Witness:
This and this and this and this.
It has to be a design flaw. So, the question is: do we shell out $250 for the extended three-year warranty so that the next time it breaks, after my warranty runs out, I won't have to pay even more to have it repaired?
This fucking sucks.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:02 PM | shower me with attention
This and this and this and this.
It has to be a design flaw. So, the question is: do we shell out $250 for the extended three-year warranty so that the next time it breaks, after my warranty runs out, I won't have to pay even more to have it repaired?
This fucking sucks.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:02 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, December 17, 2002
I just wished someone a good weekend, and it's Tuesday.
I hope she's sitting somewhere laughing at me, I really do.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:51 PM | shower me with attention
I hope she's sitting somewhere laughing at me, I really do.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:51 PM | shower me with attention
Well, I'm back to Tom Bombadil. Tom Bombadil is the reason I stopped reading Fellowship the first time around. I got to this chapter and slogged and slogged through it and it was so ridiculous and pointless and boring and it didn't seem to have anything to do with the story. I stopped at page 167 last time. Just gave up on the book. This time I am going to grit my teeth and get through it.
I couldn't just pick up and start again after T.B. either, because I'd forgotten everything that happened before. Which pretty much seemed to be: big party, Bilbo leaves, Frodo sells Bag End, Frodo and Sam and Pippin trudge through the woods, meet some elves, eat some mushrooms, hook up with Merry and Fatty, ditch Fatty and trudge through the woods some more. Not much going on, really.
Now it's Goldberry this and River-Daughter that and o-ho-ho and a Bombadillo, I could just puke.
And yet I am incapable of skipping anything. Have to read through it. I can't skim, either. I used to be able to skim but I lost that ability as an adult.
(Yes, my sociolinguistics final is tomorrow and my theatre final the day after and there are three plays that I never finished reading for theatre and yet I'm sitting around reading Tolkien. Well. I plan to improvise my way through the finals anyway, it's too close to Christmas for serious studying, dammit.)
Stupid Tom Bombadil, just go away. I want some action already.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:11 PM | shower me with attention
I couldn't just pick up and start again after T.B. either, because I'd forgotten everything that happened before. Which pretty much seemed to be: big party, Bilbo leaves, Frodo sells Bag End, Frodo and Sam and Pippin trudge through the woods, meet some elves, eat some mushrooms, hook up with Merry and Fatty, ditch Fatty and trudge through the woods some more. Not much going on, really.
Now it's Goldberry this and River-Daughter that and o-ho-ho and a Bombadillo, I could just puke.
And yet I am incapable of skipping anything. Have to read through it. I can't skim, either. I used to be able to skim but I lost that ability as an adult.
(Yes, my sociolinguistics final is tomorrow and my theatre final the day after and there are three plays that I never finished reading for theatre and yet I'm sitting around reading Tolkien. Well. I plan to improvise my way through the finals anyway, it's too close to Christmas for serious studying, dammit.)
Stupid Tom Bombadil, just go away. I want some action already.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:11 PM | shower me with attention
Thank Scott almighty, she's free at last!
She was a hard-working pumpkin. Very hard-working, very diligent. I am terribly proud of her.
I'm really just in love with this whole post, particularly the references to this fabulous movie, which I'd never seen before and taped Sunday night as I watched it with my goils. I think I found a new Important Life Metaphor, what with The Real Party going on upstairs with only the Misfits and the Losers in attendance, not to mention how that reference relates to Brain Candy, not to mention the fact that it stars my two favourite old-timey movie actors.
This morning I started bugging my family to get our Christmas tree. I think it will be tomorrow. I'm sorry, but I can't not have a Christmas tree, even if we won't be in the apartment for most of the time that it's there. It's not Christmas without our own family Christmas tree.
Back to work.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:41 PM | shower me with attention
She was a hard-working pumpkin. Very hard-working, very diligent. I am terribly proud of her.
I'm really just in love with this whole post, particularly the references to this fabulous movie, which I'd never seen before and taped Sunday night as I watched it with my goils. I think I found a new Important Life Metaphor, what with The Real Party going on upstairs with only the Misfits and the Losers in attendance, not to mention how that reference relates to Brain Candy, not to mention the fact that it stars my two favourite old-timey movie actors.
This morning I started bugging my family to get our Christmas tree. I think it will be tomorrow. I'm sorry, but I can't not have a Christmas tree, even if we won't be in the apartment for most of the time that it's there. It's not Christmas without our own family Christmas tree.
Back to work.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:41 PM | shower me with attention
Spring Semester Registration Blues. Did any bluesman (bluesperson?) ever record that one?
I got ceramics (last studio art needed for minor, girl from drawing said ceramics is fun, o-tay!), intro to music (fulfills some general requirement. The first time I actually get into a film class-- same requirement-- and the film class doesn't fit into my @#&*$# schedule, so I'm stuck with music), intro to prehistoric archaeology (that would be the easy version of the class I passed at Columbia that they're still making me take here for some reason in order to fulfill my major).
Also got popular culture, which I don't need but which looks fun, except that it's on Fridays and I really don't like having classes on Fridays, I prefer a 3-day weekend. Also if I can possibly overtally into the Anthro Research Design class that I really need, I'm dropping Pop Culture. Sadly.
The saddest verse in Spring Semester Registration Blues: no class with Terry this semester. He already took music and doesn't need any art or anthro, naturally. Why would an economics major need art or anthro. I am sad, we've taken a class together every semester for the past three terms. What will I do without him?
They say the Researh Design class is "closed". I hope that means that it's closed in general, and not just closed to non-majors, because then it's entirely my fault for never getting around to declaring my major like I meant to all semester.
I suck.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:15 PM | shower me with attention
I got ceramics (last studio art needed for minor, girl from drawing said ceramics is fun, o-tay!), intro to music (fulfills some general requirement. The first time I actually get into a film class-- same requirement-- and the film class doesn't fit into my @#&*$# schedule, so I'm stuck with music), intro to prehistoric archaeology (that would be the easy version of the class I passed at Columbia that they're still making me take here for some reason in order to fulfill my major).
Also got popular culture, which I don't need but which looks fun, except that it's on Fridays and I really don't like having classes on Fridays, I prefer a 3-day weekend. Also if I can possibly overtally into the Anthro Research Design class that I really need, I'm dropping Pop Culture. Sadly.
The saddest verse in Spring Semester Registration Blues: no class with Terry this semester. He already took music and doesn't need any art or anthro, naturally. Why would an economics major need art or anthro. I am sad, we've taken a class together every semester for the past three terms. What will I do without him?
They say the Researh Design class is "closed". I hope that means that it's closed in general, and not just closed to non-majors, because then it's entirely my fault for never getting around to declaring my major like I meant to all semester.
I suck.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:15 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, December 16, 2002
Saw a huge Hedwig poster in the subway today. 23rd street. This still. It was for the Sundance Channel. Nice.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:10 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:10 PM | shower me with attention
Oh: my iBook is back in commission. Everybody rejoice!
Can't you feel a brand new day,
Can't you feel a brand new day,
et cetera, et cetera.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:11 AM | shower me with attention
Can't you feel a brand new day,
Can't you feel a brand new day,
et cetera, et cetera.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:11 AM | shower me with attention
I could bring whole cities to ruin
and still have time to get a soft-shoe in
= Hinton Battle =
They got some jacket and pants, found a brown paper bag
and then they filled it with straw and to top off the drag
they gave me pencilled-in eyes, a pencilled-in nose
and then they stuck me up there and said, strike me a pose!
Ha! Sweet-Scarecrow.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:08 AM | shower me with attention
and still have time to get a soft-shoe in
= Hinton Battle =
They got some jacket and pants, found a brown paper bag
and then they filled it with straw and to top off the drag
they gave me pencilled-in eyes, a pencilled-in nose
and then they stuck me up there and said, strike me a pose!
Ha! Sweet-Scarecrow.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:08 AM | shower me with attention
If anyone knows any special ways of apologizing to a ghost, please let me know.
(The story is: yesterday afternoon, me and Gina and Kitana were watching something on the History Channel about ghosts, and we got to talking and Gina told us about a ghost that she used to see when she was a kid, all the way up until she grew up and moved to Jersey, and her sister saw it and her aunt and her grandmother. And I scoffed and said that stories like that are always second- and third-hand, and that there are always rational explanations and it's no coincidence that you see them when you're in bed because you're dreaming, etc. Later on we went to Circuit City and Gina handed me twenty dollars for something and I put it in my wallet. Not twenty minutes later I took out my wallet and it was gone. I looked everywhere. I turned everything inside-out. I retraced my steps. The twenty never reappeared. This morning I got to work early because I left from Mint Manor, and so I had breakfast in the Lemon-Lime diner. After the waitress gave me the check, I took out my wallet. There was another twenty-- a different one-- I had taken out the day before (AFTER losing the first one at Circuit City), a five and two singles. I put the two singles on the table and put the wallet away, got my coat on, etc. Then I took the check to the front counter and opened the wallet and the twenty was gone. Yes, the wallet is falling apart and there's a hole in it, but I spent fifteen minutes emptying my bag, pockets and everything else I could empty. I crawled around the sticky diner floor. The twenty had vanished. Two twenties in two days. No. I believe in ghosts now, I do. I may be prone to losing things but never two twenties in two days in the exact same manner both times. The Man in the Black Cape turned my wallet into a Twenty-Dollar-Bill Vortex to punish me for scoffing at Gina's story.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:25 AM | shower me with attention
(The story is: yesterday afternoon, me and Gina and Kitana were watching something on the History Channel about ghosts, and we got to talking and Gina told us about a ghost that she used to see when she was a kid, all the way up until she grew up and moved to Jersey, and her sister saw it and her aunt and her grandmother. And I scoffed and said that stories like that are always second- and third-hand, and that there are always rational explanations and it's no coincidence that you see them when you're in bed because you're dreaming, etc. Later on we went to Circuit City and Gina handed me twenty dollars for something and I put it in my wallet. Not twenty minutes later I took out my wallet and it was gone. I looked everywhere. I turned everything inside-out. I retraced my steps. The twenty never reappeared. This morning I got to work early because I left from Mint Manor, and so I had breakfast in the Lemon-Lime diner. After the waitress gave me the check, I took out my wallet. There was another twenty-- a different one-- I had taken out the day before (AFTER losing the first one at Circuit City), a five and two singles. I put the two singles on the table and put the wallet away, got my coat on, etc. Then I took the check to the front counter and opened the wallet and the twenty was gone. Yes, the wallet is falling apart and there's a hole in it, but I spent fifteen minutes emptying my bag, pockets and everything else I could empty. I crawled around the sticky diner floor. The twenty had vanished. Two twenties in two days. No. I believe in ghosts now, I do. I may be prone to losing things but never two twenties in two days in the exact same manner both times. The Man in the Black Cape turned my wallet into a Twenty-Dollar-Bill Vortex to punish me for scoffing at Gina's story.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:25 AM | shower me with attention
Dear Man in the Black Cape,
I don't know why I said it. I'm sorry I said it. I'm usually more open-minded. I really am. Maybe I was in a bad mood yesterday. I hadn't had my coffee yet, you know. Hey, you have to believe me. My father raised me to have a healthy respect for the supernatural.
I'm really, really, really sorry I said I didn't believe in ghosts.
Please give me my forty dollars back. I really need them. It's the last I have until I paid again in a week and a half.
I'm sorry. Ghosts are great and I will never disparage them again.
Your humble and sincerely apologizing,
Tavie
P.S. I hope you don't mind my posting this to my blog, I don't know how to send regular mail to a ghost. I also asked Gina to tell you I'm sorry.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:19 AM | shower me with attention
I don't know why I said it. I'm sorry I said it. I'm usually more open-minded. I really am. Maybe I was in a bad mood yesterday. I hadn't had my coffee yet, you know. Hey, you have to believe me. My father raised me to have a healthy respect for the supernatural.
I'm really, really, really sorry I said I didn't believe in ghosts.
Please give me my forty dollars back. I really need them. It's the last I have until I paid again in a week and a half.
I'm sorry. Ghosts are great and I will never disparage them again.
Your humble and sincerely apologizing,
Tavie
P.S. I hope you don't mind my posting this to my blog, I don't know how to send regular mail to a ghost. I also asked Gina to tell you I'm sorry.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:19 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, December 15, 2002
Oh! OH! Yesterday we were all at the supermarket buying food and stuff and I saw CURRANTS!!! And I bought the currants and I ate the currants! Never saw currants in an American supermarket before.
I miss Sweden. I love currants.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:30 PM | shower me with attention
I miss Sweden. I love currants.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:30 PM | shower me with attention
I went to put Lloyd Alexander's Prydain Chronicles on my wish list and I was looking for a complete set because I want new copies of all of them and you know what? There is no boxed set of the Prydain Chronicles in print.
Muh.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:29 PM | shower me with attention
Muh.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:29 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, December 14, 2002
Today Bunny and I worked on our homework. I finished mine but Kitana's is harder so she's still working on it while Gina and I listen to the soundtrack of the musical episode of a television program that shall remain unnamed (if you've got a theory, work it out yourself) and Gina made chicken and I got a new coffeepot and I'm knitting my mom a scarf for Christmas using all the leftover Homespun yarn from scarfs and afghan squares of the past.
Not exciting, you say, but very cozy.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:24 PM | shower me with attention
Not exciting, you say, but very cozy.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:24 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, December 13, 2002
One last news update and then the coffee should be ready.
1. KITANA COMES TODAY! Mint Manor will once again be full of goils and good cheer!
2. If there is a Transit Strike, why can't they just cancel finals? They canceled finals at the end of Harry Potter, they did. Am I repeating myself? All I'm saying is, I wouldn't be completely against this whole transit strike deal. Except for the whole city-shutting-down thing.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:06 PM | shower me with attention
1. KITANA COMES TODAY! Mint Manor will once again be full of goils and good cheer!
2. If there is a Transit Strike, why can't they just cancel finals? They canceled finals at the end of Harry Potter, they did. Am I repeating myself? All I'm saying is, I wouldn't be completely against this whole transit strike deal. Except for the whole city-shutting-down thing.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:06 PM | shower me with attention
When I wake up from a too-short sleep it's like being thrown into a pool of cold water. The shock of the alarm pumps adrenaline into my veins, and although my head is still wrapped in cotton and my limbs are like leaden weights, I can eventually wake up enough to get through the day, by virtue of the adrenaline and having someplace to go.
When I wake up from a too-long sleep it's like trying to break the surface of a warm, deep lake with stones tied to my ankles. Keep getting my head a little above water, and then being dragged down, until eventually the ropes break and I slowly, slooooooooowly manage to grope my way up onto a muddy, slippery shore. Of wakefulness, yes, stay with the metaphor, please.
There is no in-between as I rarely wake up from a proper amount of sleep.
But I prefer the deep lake to the cold pool.
What I'm trying to say is, I will start writing my study notes for those damn finals, but I need to have some coffee first, conscience, or else I'll never be able to think, so just give me a break why don't you?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:58 PM | shower me with attention
When I wake up from a too-long sleep it's like trying to break the surface of a warm, deep lake with stones tied to my ankles. Keep getting my head a little above water, and then being dragged down, until eventually the ropes break and I slowly, slooooooooowly manage to grope my way up onto a muddy, slippery shore. Of wakefulness, yes, stay with the metaphor, please.
There is no in-between as I rarely wake up from a proper amount of sleep.
But I prefer the deep lake to the cold pool.
What I'm trying to say is, I will start writing my study notes for those damn finals, but I need to have some coffee first, conscience, or else I'll never be able to think, so just give me a break why don't you?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:58 PM | shower me with attention
Tante Joan rules. She emailed me this:
I heard that WFUV (90.7FM) will have a night of They Might Be Giants, along
with some band members being interviewed - Sat, 12/14, from 8:00pm to
midnight.
Thought you might be interested.
TJ
Will I remember to listen?
Ah, but they archive.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:52 PM | shower me with attention
I heard that WFUV (90.7FM) will have a night of They Might Be Giants, along
with some band members being interviewed - Sat, 12/14, from 8:00pm to
midnight.
Thought you might be interested.
TJ
Will I remember to listen?
Ah, but they archive.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:52 PM | shower me with attention
I've stayed up way longer than is good for me and I wish that there were people who could make me go to bed when I need to but there aren't anymore because now I'm grownup and I have to make myself go to bed except I don't.
And that's what I don't like about being a grownup.
Last drawing class was tonight. It was bittersweet because we all had so much fun over the semester, and the girl who loves every single thing I draw hugged me goodbye, and I drew a magnificent ass that drew much praise, and another lady drew the model's face and everyone said the face looked like mine, which was very flattering because the model was very pretty, and at the end I thanked the teacher and told him I got a lot out of the class and he said that I gave a lot, too, and I did very well and I should be proud.
My dad scowled when I showed him the ass I drew. I think he's jealous because he can't draw an ass that good. At the end when we all tacked our drawings up, everyone had ended up drawing the ass, because it was so magnificent.
Please, make me go to bed.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:11 AM | shower me with attention
And that's what I don't like about being a grownup.
Last drawing class was tonight. It was bittersweet because we all had so much fun over the semester, and the girl who loves every single thing I draw hugged me goodbye, and I drew a magnificent ass that drew much praise, and another lady drew the model's face and everyone said the face looked like mine, which was very flattering because the model was very pretty, and at the end I thanked the teacher and told him I got a lot out of the class and he said that I gave a lot, too, and I did very well and I should be proud.
My dad scowled when I showed him the ass I drew. I think he's jealous because he can't draw an ass that good. At the end when we all tacked our drawings up, everyone had ended up drawing the ass, because it was so magnificent.
Please, make me go to bed.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:11 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, December 12, 2002