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I got this thing called tailor's tape or hem tape or some'm and now I can hand-sew in a straight line like magic. So I've been piecing together my quilt squares by hand. And Linn showed me how to start it so I don't have to knot the thread. (Well, we're not born knowing these things, you know.) She and Oscar are leaving Sunday and then real life will begin again. (But not for long. Disney World coming up.)

I'm worried because Cheryl, whom we haven't seen in a long time and Christmas wasn't the same without her, called and said Mike has pancreatitis (or whatever the word is). So's he has to give up coffee, cigarettes and starchy/sugary foods. Which I know is very hard because I had to give up starchy foods and that's bad enough, and I'm a caffeine addict and can't imagine having to even cut down much less give it up. The headaches I get when I don't have enough coffee are bad enough. So they couldn't come this weekend. Which is bad. :(

Today I went to the DMV to get my non-driver's I.D. and did all the standing in line and crap, for like two hours, and then they didn't even give me the damn I.D., just an interim I.D., which is just a piece of paper, and they'll mail me the real one in two to three weeks. Which stinks because it means I still don't have a government-issued photo I.D. (did I mention how I lost my passport? Did I mention that? Or was I trying not to mention that on my blog and now I just did?) so how am I supposed to get on an airplane in 10 days and fly to Disney World?

Today Linn and Oscar went to Williamsburg, and then they walked from there to the Brooklyn Bridge and across the Brooklyn Bridge. Which is pretty far, you know. They're very hardy, being Swedish and all. Then we went to Wo Hop (important in Tavie lore because it's where my parents used to go in the 60's when they were, as they say, "courting". How quaint. And whenever my dad has a birthday or holiday of any sort we have to go eat there because it's his favourite restaurant in the world. And their wor-shu duck is quite wonderful.) Then we went to some place, I forget where, so Linn could taste an egg cream. Then we came home and Buffyfest 2003 continued.

Yes. I ad-fucking-mit it. I'm a Buffy addict now. I give up trying to be ashamed of it. I give myself permission to like the show. So sod off.

Spike (the new cat) and Riley (the old cat) are getting along better and better, and if Kitana ever has time to upload the pictures she took of him (but she is a very busy goil, you know, with job interviews and school and things) then you will see what a cute little face he has. He's very snuggly, Spike is, and do you know, when Smatty visited, Spike had a crush on him like you wouldn't believe, wouldn't leave him alone. And really, who could blame him? Matt is quite the charmer.

I'm sleepy, good night.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:59 AM | shower me with attention

Thursday, January 09, 2003

You see this colour? I am obsessed with this colour. My dream is to get enough of it in a natural fibre yarn(Lamb's Pride Worsted, say) to make myself a sweater.

Yeah. You know how much that would cost?

Lotta dough.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:25 PM | shower me with attention

This Broadway station I'm listening to is playing New York, New York and I suddenly miss Matt very desperately.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:46 PM | shower me with attention

I love internet radio, now that it works for me.

There's a Muppet Channel!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:14 PM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, January 08, 2003

I'm also loving this site. I'm having so much fun making the baby quilt for Crissy with the goils that I want to make me a quilt next. Using these squares:

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:06 PM | shower me with attention

I am an unbelievable yarn junkie right now. A yarn junkie with no money.

Right now I'm obsessed with Manos del Uruguay kettle-dyed yarn. Drool. I must have some. Mama wants a pair of mittens.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:44 PM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, January 07, 2003

Hey. Fucktards. If you request my AIM password, they're going to send the reminder to my email address, not yours. Stupid.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:05 PM | shower me with attention

This is the second time I've been listening to the song "Every Day a Little Death" at work, with headphones, and nearly had a heart attack-- jumped out of my skin-- when one girl is singing, "I think love's a dirty business" and suddenly out of freakin nowhere, in my other ear, this other girl comes in with, "So do I". Heart-a-freakin-ttack.

I think love's a dirty business--

--so do IIIIIIIII--

::THUD::

Geez. Just scared me to death. I always think someone's sneaking up on me.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:36 AM | shower me with attention

What do you call it when you're not really happy and you're not really unhappy? Life?

And, you know, moments of blinding happiness and blinding sadness sprinkled on like jimmies on a cupcake?

Life? Really?

You know what Andy Partridge would have to say about it:
Awaken, you dreamers,
asleep at your desks.
Parrots and lemurs populate your unconscious grotesques.
Let them out, do it today.
Don't let the loveless ones sell you a world wrapped in grey.
And at the very least you can stand up naked and grin.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:11 AM | shower me with attention

I started learning a new thing at work yesterday. It's something about Customer Service. It has to do with long lists of books that big chain bookstores had ordered from us and for some reason never received. I'm supposed to be learning how to find out why they never received them. It's this whole big thing with databases and scrolling through hundreds of pages of invoices. I'm like a database detective. It's very uninteresting. It makes me feel slow and stupid, like Alice at the beginning of Alice in Wonderland.

I think that if I go into publishing for real (and god knows I have no better ideas right now), I will definitely not want to continue in the sales department. Although for now it's okay. They're nice people.

Anyway, I have this job thing nailed down and I'm halfway moved out of my parents' place. (Sorta. I still don't pay any rent at all so I don't know if it can count.) Still, them's good adulthood steps. Yes?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:52 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, January 06, 2003

NP: Hairspray (2002 Broadway Cast Recording), "You Can't Stop the Beat"

Go listen to this song. Now.

Dude, funny, because when I saw that song performed on the Thanksgiving Day Parade, I actually had to stop and reconsider this musical as something that I might possibly have to see. (G loved it.) The song was great.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:50 AM | shower me with attention

The only mornings that I am 100% certain to come to work early/on time, and the only mornings that I eat breakfast, are the mornings when I come straight to work from Mint Manor. (Because, in order to get to her work on time, Gina has to drop me off at the PATH at 7:30.) This doesn't happen very often as I prefer to go home Sunday nights, sleep later Monday mornings and get to work just under the gun. But sometimes I do stay at MM Sundays and show up to work early, and then I can have a nice leisurely breakfast at the Lemon-Lime Coffee Shop with Frodo and Sam and the gang.

This week, while the Swedes are here, I'm planning to go back to the Manor every night that I have to work, so as to have as much time with them as possible. This morning they, too, arose in the early morn and accompanied me to the city. They had a big, disgusting American breakfast with me in the Coffee Shop. Oscar even took a picture of it. I always have an omelet, coffee and orange (apelsin!) juice (nej potatis, nej rosta br�d), and of course, to them this is outrageous excess. Tee hee.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:47 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, January 05, 2003

How come I only get Martian Lip now when I see Swedish people?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:18 PM | shower me with attention

Cheese is the king of non sequitirs.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:24 PM | shower me with attention