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I must stop finding things like this funny.

Die, hipsters, die. (Not you guys.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:39 AM | shower me with attention

Oh, you don't expect an update from me every day, do you? Because there really is nothing going on with me. Except healthy eating and unhealthy sleeping.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:35 AM | shower me with attention

Friday, February 20, 2004

I'm copying this game from Beth because it looks fun:

The Rules are:
Step 1: Open your Winamp or other MP3 player.
Step 2: Put all of your music on random.
Step 3: Write down the first ten songs it plays, no matter how embarrassing.

This is what I got from my iTunes library:

1. This Will Be Our Year- Zombies
2. Hallelujah (clip from "Dress to Kill") - Eddie Izzard
3. Theme from Space Mountain - WDW Resort
4. Making Plans for Nigel (Demo) - XTC
5. From a Whisper to a Scream - Elvis Costello & Glenn Tilbrook
6. Monster Mash - Bobby Boris Pickett
7. Down to Goblin Town - The Hobbit
8. Mad Tea Party - WDW Resort
9. Run Run Rudolph - Chuck Berry
10. Norwegian Wood - Beatles

I forgot I had all that holiday music on there. But the funniest thing is, I have, by far, more showtunes than anything else in my library, but not one of them was randomly selected. (I guess runner-up is soundtracks from Disney theme park rides. Ulp.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:09 AM | shower me with attention

Thursday, February 19, 2004

I've been walking around with toothpaste on my face all the livelong day.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:10 PM | shower me with attention

Hooway!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:19 PM | shower me with attention

I like to think that ABC is the number four network because they report stuff like this as news.

Not only (should/does) no one care about Ashton Kutcher's age, but citing The National Enquirer as a source is just sloppy. And trashy.

Speaking of the news, last night I saw one of my favourite childhood books, The Devil's Storybook was one of the books "concerned parents" were trying to ban . Didn't we go through all this in the '80s? There was a special Family Ties episode, we all read The Cat Ate My Gymshorts. Enough. That's one of the best books ever. It's sitting next to me right now. (In a pentagram I drew on the floor with goat's blood, like it taught me.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:24 PM | shower me with attention

I love this article about a grandma who refuses to let go of her long hair.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:31 AM | shower me with attention

Since today was a Monday schedule, I had woodprint workshop today. I sat in a nice little corner for two hours and tried to figure out how to use carving tools with a block of wood. I'm carving a likeness of the Inca Stinka to make a print of. With rollers and ink and things.

It was pretty nifty. I only nicked myself once, at the very beginning when I uncapped the first tool and discovered that it was sharp. After that it was gravy.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:22 AM | shower me with attention

Oh thank god, they're BOTH on.

What a strange sentiment.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:37 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, February 18, 2004

I was told Dave would be on Jimmy Kimmel Live tonight, but all listings say it's Rob Schneider. Time will tell!

Someone keeps confusing Dave Foley with Rob Schneider.

What kind of universe is THAT?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:21 PM | shower me with attention

Create your own comic? Addictive. Really, really addictive.

(Thanks a lot, sarah c.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:30 AM | shower me with attention

Wacka-wacka-wacka.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:49 AM | shower me with attention

Preface#1: Forgive me for the following, but there's no one around/awake/online to discuss this with except you, dear blog.

Preface#2: I'm not one of those Queer Eye fanatics-- I've gone on record as "not getting" the show. Recently that has changed, and I have discovered that I quite like it. I don't go out of my way to watch new episodes, but if I see it on I watch it.

Okay. The five Queer Eye guys are on Conan, and, are they arranged on the couch in order of "importance"? As in, "popularity"? Or "most famous"? I've noticed this with KITH too. It's usually, in order of closest-to-Conan to furthest-from-Conan:

Dave, Scott, Kevin/Mark/Bruce (the last three interchangeable.)

Now the Queer Eye guys are arranged:

Kyan, Carson, Jai, Thom, Ted.

This seems to support my theory. As I understand it, that it roughly the order of their popularity, from most to least.

Which is bogus, because Ted is totally my favourite. And Carson annoys me.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:08 AM | shower me with attention

My new coat is made out of polyester, acrylic, and MAGIC. I wore it to school and a boy talked to me after Latin class. Boys NEVER talk to me! (Except to ask the time, or if they're already my friends.)

Ah, I'm immature, I'll always be immature.

I'm pretty bored in my Sex & Gender class. It's not that the topics don't interest me, it's just that I've tread this ground so many times in so many different classes. We read a good article by Gayle S. Rubin last night, something about Notes for a Radical Theory of Sexuality, and it was really well-written, but it didn't seem to cover anything particularly new for me. In fact, I think I may have read it before.

So, anyway. And that's the direct opposite of My Life According to Ovid. Floundering. Drowning. Have I done anything about it yet? No. I never study outside of class, except to do written homework. That is a big, big mistake.

Beeble-eeble-deeble-eeble-eeble. (In my mind, that's the phonetic spelling of the sound you make when you expel air through your lips as you apply pressure to them with your forefinger in an up and down motion.)

Meg Ryan is on Conan and her face looks like something out of Madame Tussaud. Ha ha. And now Conan is singing the Charles in Charge theme song. Conan can make anything funny.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:53 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, February 17, 2004

I got a new coat! No more bag lady! It makes me look like a Go Back! ("What's a Go-Back?" "Never mind.")

Actually, Gina bought the new coat and I will pay her Friday. But it was very cheap-- apparently there IS such a thing as a President's Day Sale! Who knew?-- and my mother has decided to reimburse me for it since she was sad seeing her grown daughter walking around in hand-me-downs all the time. Thanks, Mom.

Now, let's see, what else: Oh, I have to leave here in half an hour, so I really should get out of bed.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:13 PM | shower me with attention

Monday, February 16, 2004

My poor sweet darling. She went to a club with my sister last night, and lost her cell phone, and worst of all, had to spend the night in my apartment. In my bed. While I was here at Mint Manor.

She doesn't seem to think it was a bad thing, but I know she had to spend the night in my weird bed, and then wake up and listen to my weird Dad talk about his days as an office mascot/hanger-on at Mad Magazine in the '50s.

She seems to like weird things, which makes me love her so.

I hope those silly club-kids return her phone.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:24 PM | shower me with attention

Hush little Tavie don't say a word mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird

Rockabye Tavie in the treetop when the wind blows the cradle will rock

Hushabye and goodnight go to sleep little Tavie.

Whine.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:42 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, February 15, 2004

Sis came over to Mint Manor last night to bring me some more Gleemonex, and spend the night. She left this morning with my friends, who are also her friends now I guess, to go shopping in the Village or something.

Which brings me to my deficiencies as a Young Person.

I don't like to go shopping. I don't like to go shopping because I never have any money lately, but even when I am in a financially happy state, I don't like to shop for clothes. Clothes don't tend to look good on me, so I don't tend to like to seek them out. (I do like to shop for yarn and books.)

I hate dancing. I don't do it. Not in public, and only to one song in private. Therefore, I hate clubs, and clubbing, and all manner of things having to do with clubbing. I can't wear the skimpy clothes, I look stupid in makeup, boys don't talk to me, I don't dance, and I can't even enjoy my favourite drinks anymore. (I can have hard liquor, but what's the point of going out to sit alone drunk at a bar while everyone dances?)

Related to this hatred of clubs, I also hate parties. I hate being in a place full of people I don't know, or barely know. I hate loud music that I can't sing along to, which is most music. I hate my social awkwardness with strangers, and I hate, above all things, small talk. (Nobody read anything personal into this, because I love going to parties of people I love if it makes them happy, especially if they have nice friends, which they do.)

I don't mind bars, but again, the fun-drinks thing is a problem, as is the money thing. There's only so far sitting with a drink can take me in terms of fun.

And this seems to exhaust the whole "going out" thing, which is supposed to be a big part of being a Young Person. Unless you want to go neon bowling, which I love, but Young People tend to sneer at.

I also hate conventions, which excludes me from Doing Things with even Young Nerds, who, theoretically, are my people.

What else do Young People like to do? I wouldn't know. I like museums and bookstores, and yarn shops and libraries, and button stores and craft stores. I like looking at puppies in pet-shop windows and watching people walk their dogs in the park. I like musical theatre. I like well-done improv and other forms of comedy, and gay piano bars. But most of all, I like sitting at home watching tv and knitting, or reading, or doing my crossword, or surfing the internet. This is a problem. This makes me both an Old Person at 24, and a shut-in. I understand and I also understand and appreciate my friends' efforts to get me to go out. But there is so little I want to do out there.

Part of this, you understand, comes from my history of depression and agoraphobia, residues of which make it difficult to leave the home base when I get comfy in it, even if I want to go out. But I fight it daily, I make the effort, I conquer it more frequently than I don't.

But aside from that, what I'm thinking is that what I really am is old. And yesterday I discovered a new patch of grey hairs-- near the front of my head-- to prove it. There's like five or six of those bastards in there.

Anyway, I feel guilty that I don't like to go out and do things, so if anyone can think of things in this great city that I would enjoy doing, maybe my friends can make me do those things.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:59 PM | shower me with attention

I'm definitely getting healthier. I just made it up the hill without stopping once and without getting to the gasping-for-breath stage. By the time I crested it my legs didn't hurt at all and I didn't want to stop. I think I reached that mythical exercise Zone they talk about.

Of course Mint Manor is at the top of the hill, and my limbs were frozen despite the exercise, so there was no reason to continue. But, still. That's a teeny little milestone.

Oh Donna oh oh Donna oh oh oh lookin for my Donna

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:36 PM | shower me with attention

Stephanie loves comeeeeeedians.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:14 AM | shower me with attention