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Saturday, July 10, 2004
I know I say this a lot and there's no reason for you to believe me, but I am speaking the truth: Anchorman is the funniest movie I've ever seen. I laughed harder at it tonight than I've ever laughed at a movie.
And I was not hopped up on cold medicine, I didn't even buy any until after.
There.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:15 AM | shower me with attention
And I was not hopped up on cold medicine, I didn't even buy any until after.
There.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:15 AM | shower me with attention
Friday, July 09, 2004
I was listening to this song just now and it made me think of my mom, who is currently at a Shaw festival in Canada with my dad. (It's from Sondheim's A Little Night Music, about a daughter whose mother is an actress. My mother is not an actress, but it was still good timing:
What if her broach is only glass and her costumes unravel?
What if her coach is second class? She at least gets to travel.
And sometime this summer, meaning soon, she'll be trav'ling to me.
Sometime this summer, Maybe June, I'm the new place she'll see.
Ordinary daughters may think life is better
with ordinary mothers near them when they choose.
But ordinary daughters seldom get a letter enclosing reviews.
Gay and resilent, with applause, What a glamorous life!
Speeches are brilliant if they're Shaw's,
What a glamorous life!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:30 PM | shower me with attention
What if her broach is only glass and her costumes unravel?
What if her coach is second class? She at least gets to travel.
And sometime this summer, meaning soon, she'll be trav'ling to me.
Sometime this summer, Maybe June, I'm the new place she'll see.
Ordinary daughters may think life is better
with ordinary mothers near them when they choose.
But ordinary daughters seldom get a letter enclosing reviews.
Gay and resilent, with applause, What a glamorous life!
Speeches are brilliant if they're Shaw's,
What a glamorous life!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:30 PM | shower me with attention
I wouldn't have done it if I didn't feel like shredded owl droppings, but I stayed home from work sick today. Only my fourth day, but I wouldn't have done it if it hadn't been abundantly clear to everyone in the office that I spent my first three days on the job sick as a dog, so I think it's all right. I sent my sister along with a message to my boss and HR.
I am a mucous-machine.
Watching Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone. Cures all ills.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:11 PM | shower me with attention
I am a mucous-machine.
Watching Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone. Cures all ills.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:11 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, July 08, 2004
So I guess the most interesting thing that happened today was that the elastic in my underwear gave out, and I was wearing a skirt, and trying to walk through the subway tunnels and hold up your underwear at the same time is a very strange thing.
When I got to school I took off my underwear. Then I spent the rest of the night Going Commando. In a skirt. Which was a first. I kept thinking, "Can anyone tell? Do they all know?"
Of course they couldn't, because it was a long, black skirt, but it felt... weird.
I suppose the second most interesting thing was the Department Dinner. I'm only three days into my job but I got to order the most expensive thing on the menu on the company's dime. I got a drink, too. It was awkward because we are a department made up of people who sought our positions precisely because none of us care to interact with other people, and thus my sister carried most of the conversation, but it went okay, I guess. And I was carrying the secret knowledge that I wasn't wearing any underwear.
Cough, please go away. Please please please.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:49 PM | shower me with attention
When I got to school I took off my underwear. Then I spent the rest of the night Going Commando. In a skirt. Which was a first. I kept thinking, "Can anyone tell? Do they all know?"
Of course they couldn't, because it was a long, black skirt, but it felt... weird.
I suppose the second most interesting thing was the Department Dinner. I'm only three days into my job but I got to order the most expensive thing on the menu on the company's dime. I got a drink, too. It was awkward because we are a department made up of people who sought our positions precisely because none of us care to interact with other people, and thus my sister carried most of the conversation, but it went okay, I guess. And I was carrying the secret knowledge that I wasn't wearing any underwear.
Cough, please go away. Please please please.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:49 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
My good friend Bill (well, his wife Julie) just had a baby last week, and I'm ashamed to say I haven't even turned out my usual pair of simple booties for the poor child. Remember when I used to knit? What happened to that?
My good friend Steve just got married a week and a half ago, and I haven't done a single thing to acknowledge it outside of email.
Remember when there used to be too many hours in a day? What happened to that?
I'm so tired I could just pass out right now. What with the cold, and the new job (tomorrow I get to start coming in at EIGHT! In the MORNING!), and the extra hour of Latin Review on top of the two hour Latin ("Death and Remembrance"-- cheery summer fun!) class, I have no time for anything. Half of the emails in my box are "Keep as New".
Two days into this new routine and I'm crying uncle. Folding like a cheap... something that folds.
But am I complaining? Did I think I had a bad day today? My day was a day at Epcot compared to some people's. Just to put my woes into perspective, I just heard that Adrian, Steph's new pup, jumped off the couch and BROKE HIS POOR LITTLE PUPPY LEG today! JESUS CHRIST! It's been a nightmare of a day for everyone at The Penthouse, especially poor Steph, who is racked with needless guilt. (It wasn't at all her fault.) And the poor little pupster-- he's going to be okay but he's in a huge cast and, of course, pain.
I wish I could go over right now and cover him with kisses. My poor babies.\
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:32 PM | shower me with attention
My good friend Steve just got married a week and a half ago, and I haven't done a single thing to acknowledge it outside of email.
Remember when there used to be too many hours in a day? What happened to that?
I'm so tired I could just pass out right now. What with the cold, and the new job (tomorrow I get to start coming in at EIGHT! In the MORNING!), and the extra hour of Latin Review on top of the two hour Latin ("Death and Remembrance"-- cheery summer fun!) class, I have no time for anything. Half of the emails in my box are "Keep as New".
Two days into this new routine and I'm crying uncle. Folding like a cheap... something that folds.
But am I complaining? Did I think I had a bad day today? My day was a day at Epcot compared to some people's. Just to put my woes into perspective, I just heard that Adrian, Steph's new pup, jumped off the couch and BROKE HIS POOR LITTLE PUPPY LEG today! JESUS CHRIST! It's been a nightmare of a day for everyone at The Penthouse, especially poor Steph, who is racked with needless guilt. (It wasn't at all her fault.) And the poor little pupster-- he's going to be okay but he's in a huge cast and, of course, pain.
I wish I could go over right now and cover him with kisses. My poor babies.\
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:32 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Mesmer is one of the most boring movies I've ever seen. I had to just forward to all the Rickman scenes and listen to his velvety voice. What story? Yawn.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:51 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:51 PM | shower me with attention
Today went okay. I asked if it was all right if I bring in a one-cup coffeemaker and leave it in the lunchroom, and the question was passed around Human Resources. An answer will be given tomorrow. Who knew it was such a complicated question? Apparently there are all sorts of issues involved-- probably not the least of which is the revunue they'd lose if I didn't have to pump 50 cents into a machine every time I wanted a cup of coffee. (Good, gourmet coffee in many flavours, but still, 50 cents a cup will add up for me.)
It was weird and kind of nice to be trained by my sister. The work's not hard. My supervisor is a big Brain Candy fan. He rocks. The only really crummy part was that I felt like crap all day. Nose, head, ears, throat-- especially throat. There's no drugstore in the immediate vicinity and none of the convenience stores around carried my cough drop of choice, lemon-flavoured sugar-free Fisherman's Friend. Perhaps they're out of vogue.
Tomorrow is Latin. I've once again forgotten everything I learned, in the space of six weeks. Jesus.
I'm in my parents' empty bed (their room is comfier) with a stack of Alan Rickman movies, and I'm going to have some Nyquil and veg out with my middle-aged British boyfriend for the rest of the night. I found Michael Collins, Dogma, Mesmer, Bob Roberts, Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone and An Awfully Big Adventure, but I can't seem to locate our copies of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets or Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. Very disappointing.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:30 PM | shower me with attention
It was weird and kind of nice to be trained by my sister. The work's not hard. My supervisor is a big Brain Candy fan. He rocks. The only really crummy part was that I felt like crap all day. Nose, head, ears, throat-- especially throat. There's no drugstore in the immediate vicinity and none of the convenience stores around carried my cough drop of choice, lemon-flavoured sugar-free Fisherman's Friend. Perhaps they're out of vogue.
Tomorrow is Latin. I've once again forgotten everything I learned, in the space of six weeks. Jesus.
I'm in my parents' empty bed (their room is comfier) with a stack of Alan Rickman movies, and I'm going to have some Nyquil and veg out with my middle-aged British boyfriend for the rest of the night. I found Michael Collins, Dogma, Mesmer, Bob Roberts, Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone and An Awfully Big Adventure, but I can't seem to locate our copies of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets or Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. Very disappointing.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:30 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, July 05, 2004
You tell those spiders, Ron.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:17 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:17 PM | shower me with attention
Back from The Penthouse. First day o' work tomorrow. I've never worked somewhere where there was a buzz about me prior to my arrival; then again, I've never worked somewhere that my sister was already employed. Thanks, Sis. Should be interesting. At least I'm not nervous; I know what to expect.
I also know to expect a full-on sore throat tomorrow, a runny nose, a headache and stuffy ears. I've got the beginnings of a cold and they always progress the same way. By Wednesday I'll have a slight cough and by Thursday it will be gone. But until then, owies.
According to the registrar's calendar, the second summer session doesn't begin until July 18th, but according to the course listing, Latin starts on Wednesday. Hrmph.
I'm taking Steph's advice and trying to go to bed early. Like, now. I'm not nervous about work but I am nervous about getting up in the morning-time, especially when I don't feel good. Too bad there's no one around to take the Harry Potter away from me...
(Mom and Dad are in Quebec and Kirsten is at the movies with the goils. Inca, Maya and Progo lack opposable thumbs. And Hagrid just came back.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:57 PM | shower me with attention
I also know to expect a full-on sore throat tomorrow, a runny nose, a headache and stuffy ears. I've got the beginnings of a cold and they always progress the same way. By Wednesday I'll have a slight cough and by Thursday it will be gone. But until then, owies.
According to the registrar's calendar, the second summer session doesn't begin until July 18th, but according to the course listing, Latin starts on Wednesday. Hrmph.
I'm taking Steph's advice and trying to go to bed early. Like, now. I'm not nervous about work but I am nervous about getting up in the morning-time, especially when I don't feel good. Too bad there's no one around to take the Harry Potter away from me...
(Mom and Dad are in Quebec and Kirsten is at the movies with the goils. Inca, Maya and Progo lack opposable thumbs. And Hagrid just came back.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:57 PM | shower me with attention
I'd thought it would be clear, but just in case I should state that, obviously, Erin took the pictures below.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:39 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:39 PM | shower me with attention
Tante Joan came over to The Penthouse yesterday with her traditional giant pitcher of sangria, and we grilled weenies on the balcony and burgers down in the communal picnic area, where everyone gathered at night to watch the fireworks. The view was spectacular:
We ate so much watermelon we wuz fit to bust. I made my creamy low-carb slaw and sugar-free lemonade, and ended up eating carby treats anyway. (Yesterday didn't happen, calorie-and-carb-wise.) Some of us got happily drunk far into the night, while others watched 1776 (others mainly being me), Steph and Adrian retiring early to get away from the noise. It was all very cozy and summery and fun, the best part being the arrival of
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:27 PM | shower me with attention
We ate so much watermelon we wuz fit to bust. I made my creamy low-carb slaw and sugar-free lemonade, and ended up eating carby treats anyway. (Yesterday didn't happen, calorie-and-carb-wise.) Some of us got happily drunk far into the night, while others watched 1776 (others mainly being me), Steph and Adrian retiring early to get away from the noise. It was all very cozy and summery and fun, the best part being the arrival of
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:27 PM | shower me with attention
Stephanie's new baby, the newest resident at The Penthouse, Adrian:
He's very small (smaller than Riley, I think) and very sweet and loves to make friends with everyone.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:56 AM | shower me with attention
He's very small (smaller than Riley, I think) and very sweet and loves to make friends with everyone.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:56 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, July 04, 2004
PUPPY COMING PUPPY COMING PUPPY COMING PUPPY COMING
I didn't want to jinx it by mentioning it, but yesterday Stephanie went to meet a dog that needed a new home. We came with her to the dog run in Union Square and met him too. He's a rat terrier named Adrian (after Adrien Brody, I believe; his daddies seem to be fans?) and he's the friendliest, sweetest, happiest, cuddliest, kissing-my-nose-iest dog ever. We all fell in love with him. He had to meet one more lady this morning so I tried not to love him too much, but Stephanie just heard that she can have him, so she and Stephanie went to pick him up and bring him home.
Oh, Adrian! My new love!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:14 PM | shower me with attention
I didn't want to jinx it by mentioning it, but yesterday Stephanie went to meet a dog that needed a new home. We came with her to the dog run in Union Square and met him too. He's a rat terrier named Adrian (after Adrien Brody, I believe; his daddies seem to be fans?) and he's the friendliest, sweetest, happiest, cuddliest, kissing-my-nose-iest dog ever. We all fell in love with him. He had to meet one more lady this morning so I tried not to love him too much, but Stephanie just heard that she can have him, so she and Stephanie went to pick him up and bring him home.
Oh, Adrian! My new love!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:14 PM | shower me with attention
