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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

David Cross fucking rules. I'm the Button Coat Girl.

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

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

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

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

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

I must get this.

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

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

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