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Saturday, June 28, 2003
erin gave me a book of hers to read yesterday. It's called Blankets, by Craig Thompson. I just finished it. I sighed. I needed a hug.
You should read this book. It's one of those-- where does this quote come from, it's a cliche but I know I've heard it somewhere specific-- one of those books that leaves the reader somehow changed. (Oh, I know; it was a comment on the book jacket of Number Our Days.) Well yes then anyway, that is what Blankets does.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:21 PM | shower me with attention
You should read this book. It's one of those-- where does this quote come from, it's a cliche but I know I've heard it somewhere specific-- one of those books that leaves the reader somehow changed. (Oh, I know; it was a comment on the book jacket of Number Our Days.) Well yes then anyway, that is what Blankets does.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:21 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, June 27, 2003
Overly defensive people piss me off.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:31 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:31 PM | shower me with attention
Last night everyone watched movies that I've been wanting to see for ages, behind my back. And ate up all the prosciutto and melon. And yelled at me. And I had cramps.
First I went to school. It was very long and boring. I was hungry; I had eaten very little. On and on it dragged. Finally, at 10 pm, I arrived home where Andrew was sleeping over.
Despite this fact, and the fact that Andrew and I have had Thursday sleepovers for the past month, my mom thought I was going to Mint Manor last night. So she served prosciutto and melon, which I had specifically told her days earlier that I was looking forward to eating because it tastes so good. So of course that was all gone. And the main course was spaghetti. With meat sauce, so I couldn't even pick out anything. There was just nothing for me to eat.
On top of this, my parents were in the front watching Catch Me if You Can, which I've wanted to see for months, on PPV. And my sister and Andrew were in the back, watching The Ring. And both movies were half over.
And then I tried to tell Kirsten about what rotten luck I was having and she yelled at me and made me cry. You didn't know that but you did.
And now just not I found out that erin and Gina were also watching The Ring last night.
Everyone was having all my fun while I was suffering through menstrual cramps and people who didn't like the movie Crumb. Don't get me wrong, I understand that it's a film the subject matter of which is highly disturbing. But the lunkheads in my class were all a bunch of immature morons who seemed highly affronted that the professor had chosen the film at all. And I was too tired and crampy to argue back at them. One was actually openly hostile to the professor, who, okay, I've complained about in the past, but suddenly I really liked him because at least he knows a good documentary when he sees one. They're like, "This is a bad documentary because that guy hates women."
Uh, no, it's a great documentary because that guy hates women.
The worst part was, we'd watched The Thin Blue Line on Monday, which was also excellent, but it was about a fucking murderer who framed someone for his crime. I didn't hear any of them going, "This is a bad documentary because that guy killed people." So how come Crumb is badly judged on its subject matter? Can't anyone tell the difference between a cartoon that depicts plastic 50's whitebread drones talking about eating [you know what, I have to delete this part because it's actually turning my stomach] for dinner, and a cartoon which supports nauseating racism?
Luckily, Crissy saved my night by sharing the bunny.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:26 AM | shower me with attention
First I went to school. It was very long and boring. I was hungry; I had eaten very little. On and on it dragged. Finally, at 10 pm, I arrived home where Andrew was sleeping over.
Despite this fact, and the fact that Andrew and I have had Thursday sleepovers for the past month, my mom thought I was going to Mint Manor last night. So she served prosciutto and melon, which I had specifically told her days earlier that I was looking forward to eating because it tastes so good. So of course that was all gone. And the main course was spaghetti. With meat sauce, so I couldn't even pick out anything. There was just nothing for me to eat.
On top of this, my parents were in the front watching Catch Me if You Can, which I've wanted to see for months, on PPV. And my sister and Andrew were in the back, watching The Ring. And both movies were half over.
And then I tried to tell Kirsten about what rotten luck I was having and she yelled at me and made me cry. You didn't know that but you did.
And now just not I found out that erin and Gina were also watching The Ring last night.
Everyone was having all my fun while I was suffering through menstrual cramps and people who didn't like the movie Crumb. Don't get me wrong, I understand that it's a film the subject matter of which is highly disturbing. But the lunkheads in my class were all a bunch of immature morons who seemed highly affronted that the professor had chosen the film at all. And I was too tired and crampy to argue back at them. One was actually openly hostile to the professor, who, okay, I've complained about in the past, but suddenly I really liked him because at least he knows a good documentary when he sees one. They're like, "This is a bad documentary because that guy hates women."
Uh, no, it's a great documentary because that guy hates women.
The worst part was, we'd watched The Thin Blue Line on Monday, which was also excellent, but it was about a fucking murderer who framed someone for his crime. I didn't hear any of them going, "This is a bad documentary because that guy killed people." So how come Crumb is badly judged on its subject matter? Can't anyone tell the difference between a cartoon that depicts plastic 50's whitebread drones talking about eating [you know what, I have to delete this part because it's actually turning my stomach] for dinner, and a cartoon which supports nauseating racism?
Luckily, Crissy saved my night by sharing the bunny.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:26 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, June 26, 2003
Bunny!!!
This really made my day.
I made those booties and hat.
{beam}
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:58 PM | shower me with attention
This really made my day.
I made those booties and hat.
{beam}
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:58 PM | shower me with attention
Happy Mark Day!! In honour of his birthday I dug up my old autograph that a friend got for me years ago at the now-defunct New York comedy club, Catch a Rising Star. Isn't it cute, his use of "U" instead of "You"?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:08 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:57 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:08 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:57 AM | shower me with attention
I don't like this new Blogger. How do I get the old one back?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:57 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:57 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, June 25, 2003
I think I could easily sustain a prolonged obsession with Head of the Class, along the lines of my recent M*A*S*H obsession, were it not for the fact that this is only shown once a night, on Nick at Nite, at 4:30 a.m. I try to watch it every night, but sometimes I don't make it.
Which sucks, because that was a really good show. All hail the celebration of nerds.
I'd like to be in charge of programming at Nick at Nite. Out would go Coach, All in the Family would be kept to a minimum (once a week maybe), bye-bye to Wings. There would be a little less Cheers, a little more Perfect Strangers. A lot more Head of the Class. Slight lessening of Three's Company. More Family Ties, to be sure. Cosby Show would stay put. And I would add Facts of Life, Kate and Allie, a dash of Diff'rent Strokes and a pinch of ALF. Night Court would certainly be represented. And wherefore art thou, Mr Belvedere?
If I were in a Growing Pains or a Hogan Family or a Who's the Boss kind of mood, I might be charitable. Luckily, Golden Girls and Roseanne are adequately represented elsewhere, but I'd still add them to my lineup. I might run a few What's Happening marathons, but I've definitely been Family Matters-ed out; if I never get any more Urkel in my life, I'll be fine. I have no use for Silver Spoons, Bosom Buddies, or Webster, although the occasional Punky Brewster might be refreshing. But please: no Empty Nest.
Now my use of italics is really annoying me, so I'm going to stop talking.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:09 AM | shower me with attention
Which sucks, because that was a really good show. All hail the celebration of nerds.
I'd like to be in charge of programming at Nick at Nite. Out would go Coach, All in the Family would be kept to a minimum (once a week maybe), bye-bye to Wings. There would be a little less Cheers, a little more Perfect Strangers. A lot more Head of the Class. Slight lessening of Three's Company. More Family Ties, to be sure. Cosby Show would stay put. And I would add Facts of Life, Kate and Allie, a dash of Diff'rent Strokes and a pinch of ALF. Night Court would certainly be represented. And wherefore art thou, Mr Belvedere?
If I were in a Growing Pains or a Hogan Family or a Who's the Boss kind of mood, I might be charitable. Luckily, Golden Girls and Roseanne are adequately represented elsewhere, but I'd still add them to my lineup. I might run a few What's Happening marathons, but I've definitely been Family Matters-ed out; if I never get any more Urkel in my life, I'll be fine. I have no use for Silver Spoons, Bosom Buddies, or Webster, although the occasional Punky Brewster might be refreshing. But please: no Empty Nest.
Now my use of italics is really annoying me, so I'm going to stop talking.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:09 AM | shower me with attention
Can we not agree that Back to the Future is the best film trilogy of all time? Can we not agree on that?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:27 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:27 AM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
95 degrees in the city tomorrow. That's more like it.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:07 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:07 PM | shower me with attention
I wrote "DVDS4LESS" down there. Stupid. It's "LCDS4LESS". I fixed it.
Although cheap DVDs would be nice.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:45 AM | shower me with attention
Although cheap DVDs would be nice.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:45 AM | shower me with attention
All kinds of numb. Numb is good except when it isn't. Things are dull now. This is just a phase, just a phase. ("Phase" tastes like pretzels; "just" tastes like apples.)
If I were an animal right now I'd be something with heavy feet.
Before I fell asleep last night I was thinking something to do with elephants not having any fingers. It was a very specific thought, but now all I remember of it is that elephants don't have fingers. I wonder what that was about.
If I were a joke right now, I would be elephant tracks in the butter.
Financially, spiritually, physically, emotionally, things are like dishwater right now. But in terms of trivial pursuits ("knitting" "puzzles" "kitties" "late-night tv" "novels"), I've got a rainbow of wedges in place. Except for orange. Was never good at the sports questions.
The road ahead is paved with college credits and compromise. Nothing is bad, but nothing sparkles, either. I don't particularly feel like trying to make it sparkle. Enough metaphors: I don't work much, but I feel tired. Always. School isn't hard but it makes me tired. The future makes me tired. If I had a syndrome to blame it on, that would be great, but I think it's nothing more than Chronic Adulthood Syndrome. People without real problems make things up to feel bad about. Headache-y people without ibuprofen take codeine and write fuzzy blog entries instead of sleeping. I'm bored with life.
This phase can be summed up as followed: "I'm tired but I'm not sleepy."
("Sleepy" doesn't taste like anything.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:39 AM | shower me with attention
If I were an animal right now I'd be something with heavy feet.
Before I fell asleep last night I was thinking something to do with elephants not having any fingers. It was a very specific thought, but now all I remember of it is that elephants don't have fingers. I wonder what that was about.
If I were a joke right now, I would be elephant tracks in the butter.
Financially, spiritually, physically, emotionally, things are like dishwater right now. But in terms of trivial pursuits ("knitting" "puzzles" "kitties" "late-night tv" "novels"), I've got a rainbow of wedges in place. Except for orange. Was never good at the sports questions.
The road ahead is paved with college credits and compromise. Nothing is bad, but nothing sparkles, either. I don't particularly feel like trying to make it sparkle. Enough metaphors: I don't work much, but I feel tired. Always. School isn't hard but it makes me tired. The future makes me tired. If I had a syndrome to blame it on, that would be great, but I think it's nothing more than Chronic Adulthood Syndrome. People without real problems make things up to feel bad about. Headache-y people without ibuprofen take codeine and write fuzzy blog entries instead of sleeping. I'm bored with life.
This phase can be summed up as followed: "I'm tired but I'm not sleepy."
("Sleepy" doesn't taste like anything.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:39 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, June 23, 2003
Sis is back! And she brought prezzies! My favourite is the lacquered box with a picture of the Green Man on the front. I love the Green Man. I would link to a page about the Green Man, or to the XTC song, but I'm on the slodem on my own computer (!!!) and it's so achingly slow that I can't bear to wait for a search page to load.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:09 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:09 PM | shower me with attention
It's done! My Sitcom Chic cardigan is done! I'm wearing it right now! I finally finished it!
Almost. I still need to find and attach a button, and press and reinforce the front edges. But other than that, it's DONE!
It's got some clumsy spots due to the Big Sleeve Mishap, and due to the fact that there are always clumsy spots in my knitting, but it's beautiful. I think the clumsy bits make it even more beautiful.
It's golden-orange, like the inside of a pumpkin pie.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:15 AM | shower me with attention
Almost. I still need to find and attach a button, and press and reinforce the front edges. But other than that, it's DONE!
It's got some clumsy spots due to the Big Sleeve Mishap, and due to the fact that there are always clumsy spots in my knitting, but it's beautiful. I think the clumsy bits make it even more beautiful.
It's golden-orange, like the inside of a pumpkin pie.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:15 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, June 22, 2003
It's here! It's here! It's so beautiful! No cracks, no black mushrooms, no tears... pure, pristine, smooth, gorgeous, clear ibook screen. So lovely.
I have a screen again! I have a screen again! I don't have high-speed internet access, but I have a screen again!!!
I love you, LCDS4LESS!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:09 PM | shower me with attention
I have a screen again! I have a screen again! I don't have high-speed internet access, but I have a screen again!!!
I love you, LCDS4LESS!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:09 PM | shower me with attention
My little brother makes the best omelette I've ever tasted. No hyperbole in this entry: the very best. And I've had omelettes in Paris, Belgium, Disney World and fancy omelette-specialty restaurants in New York.
He made one for me on Friday morning. I watched him carefully; omelettes are very easy to make, and they're pretty much the only thing I can cook without screwing up even a little bit. But I had never seen omelette-making like this before: lots of butter (we're sadly Teflon-free at my house), no spatula, and flipping. The result was evenly-golden-on-both-sides perfection. And he slid it delicately onto my plate, folding it over the cheese as he slid.
I tried to repeat the results this morning for Gina, but, spoiled by the Teflon, went too light on the margarine (Mint Manor doesn't use much butter), and ended up with the same old omelette I always make: good, but nothing spectacular.
Maybe one day he'll teach me.
Wow, this was a very long way of stalling before taking my shower. Erin went into the city early today to go to some comics thing and she wants us to meet her. I've been very bitchy about it. I have, in fact, been a supreme crab for the past couple of weeks. I do not blame the caffeine withdrawal or the carbs binge or anything other than my own need to be a bitch, which is a terrible thing. I'm going to try and be better.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:33 PM | shower me with attention
He made one for me on Friday morning. I watched him carefully; omelettes are very easy to make, and they're pretty much the only thing I can cook without screwing up even a little bit. But I had never seen omelette-making like this before: lots of butter (we're sadly Teflon-free at my house), no spatula, and flipping. The result was evenly-golden-on-both-sides perfection. And he slid it delicately onto my plate, folding it over the cheese as he slid.
I tried to repeat the results this morning for Gina, but, spoiled by the Teflon, went too light on the margarine (Mint Manor doesn't use much butter), and ended up with the same old omelette I always make: good, but nothing spectacular.
Maybe one day he'll teach me.
Wow, this was a very long way of stalling before taking my shower. Erin went into the city early today to go to some comics thing and she wants us to meet her. I've been very bitchy about it. I have, in fact, been a supreme crab for the past couple of weeks. I do not blame the caffeine withdrawal or the carbs binge or anything other than my own need to be a bitch, which is a terrible thing. I'm going to try and be better.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:33 PM | shower me with attention
