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I love everyone but once again, I cannot wait for "moving season" to be over. I spent all three days of my three-day weekend packing, lugging, rolling, heaving, dragging, stuffing, and sweating.

I love my friends but everyone needs to now find a place and stay in it.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:59 PM | shower me with attention

Saturday, May 28, 2005

O beautiful Saturday! O beautiful sunshine and water and wind and sailboats on the Hudson! O glorious fresh air and grass and trees and puppies out for walks!

But my roommates and I spent the day finally emptying out the old apartment (me and Cheryl) and cleaning it (Gina). We did much! We are tired and proud of ourselves! Now Penthouse 54 is all full of stuff that needs to be put away.

I woke up at 8 am this morning. Naturally. On a Saturday. I watched Newsradio commentaries until the others woke up. Then the three of us watched more Newsradio commentaries. It was exquisite.

Because, and I hesitate to mention it for fear that the magic spell will break, but I have been falling asleep before midnight.

Every single night.

It's like some kind of Miracle.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:08 PM | shower me with attention

Friday, May 27, 2005

I'm a little disappointed today. I won a small, brass desk lamp with a lily-shaped frosted glass shade on eBay. Just a little thing, I only paid $2 for it (and $10 for shipping :P) but I thought it would look pretty next to my bed.

When it arrived, the glass shade was broken. It wasn't the seller's fault, she packaged it well-- I blame the post office-- but just one of those things that happens. I should've gotten shipper's insurance, but I never do.

I'm going to hold onto the base and look for a new shade for awhile, but it won't be as pretty even if I do find one.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:11 PM | shower me with attention

There's a very funny video about the legendary improv nudist, Billy Hot Chocolate, here. I recommend you go watch it, if only to see the screen debut of his beautiful girlfriend erin. Shocking truths revealed, and cheezy moustaches abound.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:57 AM | shower me with attention

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Watched four or five more episodes of Newsradio tonight with Cheryl. I am totally submerged in this world again, at least for the time being. It's great.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:34 PM | shower me with attention

Today the new person in our department came over to check my nameplate, because she has trouble remembering names. (And mine is a tough one.)

She said, "Oh, Tavie."

I said, "Yes, it's short for Octavia."

She said, "It's cute."

"Thanks," I said.

"You'd never guess," she continued.

I didn't know what that last part meant. My interpretation is that I have a cute name, and that you'd never guess that someone like me would have a cute name.

Because I am so uncute.

Well, yeah, I know that, but... sheeeeee.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:58 PM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

I think my coworkers are ready to slaughter me now because all day long I've been excited by the news that I get, not one, but TWO mentions in the commentary tracks of the new Newsradio DVDs.

So, I'm a big lame loser and I find that exciting. I only mentioned it three or four times. And some of those were just with my eyes. And my big, insane grin. Aimed at my sister. Who I know for certain wasn't too impressed by the news. I believe her exact words were: "I have no idea what you're talking about." (She did too.) Then I told her and she said, totally deadpan: "Oh. Cool."

Whatever, I find it terribly exciting that the writers and cast of a six-years-gone sitcom know my name, okay? We all have things we like to cling to, and this is one of my many...

It makes me nostalgiac for the glory days of the newsgroup. I reread some old posts earlier, and that was truly just the most amazing internet community I've ever been a part of. Nonstop fun and silliness, and supportiveness during the tough times (Phil's death, cancellation...) Really. "Just a tv show", yes, but the fan community made it a lot more than that for me. I wouldn't be living here in this apartment now if it hadn't been for the friends I met there.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:16 PM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Today all I could think about was Newsradio and pancakes. I knew I could have one tonight, but I really wanted both. But due to some delay with my Amazon account, my Newsradio DVDs hadn't shipped yet.

But my wish came true. I came home and made delicious low-carb pancakes with Atkins bake mix, and Gina had bought the DVDs at Target.

This show is even funnier than I'd remembered it. Good lord.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:36 PM | shower me with attention

In case anyone missed the unintentionally hilarious logo that I posted about a couple of weeks ago (they quickly took it down-- it was for some school's Institute of Oriental Studies)-- I found it posted elsewhere.

It's still funny.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:31 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, May 23, 2005

We drove up to Rhode Island yesterday for the grand opening of Steve and Kristen's Wings to Go. I saw a guy eat 40 "homicide wings" in one sitting. It looked painful.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:50 AM | shower me with attention

Saturday, May 21, 2005

We had Kitana's birthday dinner last night and gave her her gifties. She put on the yukata right there in the restaurant, I think she liked it!

She leaves for India in two weeks, for three months. But we're getting off easy with her, because she'd definitely coming back within a specified time frame. As for those other two...

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:38 AM | shower me with attention

Good morning, May 21st, and fuck you! Fuck you, May 21st!

It's a beautiful day!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:36 AM | shower me with attention

Friday, May 20, 2005

Oh, and: once again, my iPod is failing to mount on my desktop when I plug it in. It charges, but doesn't show up, and this time resetting doesn't help.

Piece of junk. This is a common problem, according to the Apple discussion boards. :/

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:57 AM | shower me with attention

I wish I had something more interesting to say, but I don't. I'm settling into a routine at the new place, and I love it. I get in early for work every day now. The novelty of my commute is still fresh, so I enjoy it. I don't spend as much time on the computer at home, probably because I'm on a computer 8 or 9 hours a day at work and I'm just sick of it.

That said, four days til the Newsradio DVDs!!!!

And, I dreamed about Mark McKinney last night, so my heart is still with them, even if my online time isn't so much anymore...

I wish the newsgroup would revive, but I can't find a newsreader I really like. I haven't even configured Thunderbird to work with Gina's network yet, so I haven't been on it at all from Penthouse 54...

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:54 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

I love this apartment.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:19 PM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

And also:

Belllllllllllllllllch.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:41 PM | shower me with attention

I wonder if holding onto anger can change you, like... scar your personality. What happens when you let it go? Will you go back to the way you were before, or have you become irrevocably damaged by your anger?

I'm ready to be happy again, dig? But I feel all hard-hearted and wary, still. I hope I haven't become ugly inside permanently.

Maybe that hoping is the balm.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:33 PM | shower me with attention

I've let out a big breath.

Things should be better now...

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:23 PM | shower me with attention

I found my knitting needles!!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:52 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, May 16, 2005

Yesterday was exhausting, painful, sweaty and strenuous, but it all went surprisingly well. Everyone pulled together. My parents were marvelous, my dad only cried a little, they helped me and Gina load the van up and traffic was good. The gang showed up and pitched in to help us get most of the stuff (and ALL of the really big stuff) across the street and into the new apartment. Everyone went above and beyond the call of duty. They are my heroes.

After, we had a big family dinner around the table: me, Gina, Cheryl, Kitana, Erin, Steph P, and Mike. (Steph M had to leave early because she was sick.) "We" had Magnolia cupcakes and ice cream to celebrate Kitana's birthday. Cheryl helped me put together my bed. Spike already has his favourite place in the new apartment. (It's been named; Penthouse 54: Like Studio 54, but with more coke*!)

The most exciting thing happened yesterday. One of my boxes tumbled open in the van, spilling its contents. It happened to be a box that I've had in my room for ages and haven't opened for all of a year; it contains all of my Kids in the Hall memorobilia from over the past decade. Anyway, when it opened, you know what popped out?

A CD book. THE CD book. THE CD book containing all of my favourite CDs that I had lost over a year ago. Hundreds of dollars worth of CDs that I have been avoiding thinking about because the losing was so painful. My CDs are back. My CD collection is back. The angels sing!

*A joke. We do drink a lot of Diet Coke, but none of us do coke. It is called Penthouse 54 though, because the track lighting gives it a vaguely 70's feel.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:13 AM | shower me with attention

Saturday, May 14, 2005

It's KITANA DAY!!!!!!

My beautiful genius sweetheart is 24 years old today. I met her 8 years ago online (and in person, at a Scott Thompson show at Caroline's) and now she's 24 years old and pursuing her doctorate at Columbia. I get prouder of her every day. She is already an academic superstar. I am very certain she will conquer the world.

Happy birthday, my darling.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:20 AM | shower me with attention

Friday, May 13, 2005

Last night as we were sitting around the table in our new apartment, I was telling the goils about how I was trying to convince Kirsten to come over and stay the night in my new place, "as much as she wanted".

And they started laughing at me. Of course. Because, as they said, I moved out to get away from sharing a room with her, and here I am, not even fully moved in yet, trying to get her to come sleep in my new room.

But, you know, there is historical precedent for this. When we were mere slip o' a lassies, barely more than babbies, I never slept in my own bed - every night I climbed up into her bunk and slept with her. Every single night. When we were 7, our Grandma moved into a nursing home and I got her room. Not even one night went by before Kirsten was in my bed with me, and her room became mere storage-- she slept there every night with me for three years, until we moved to Roosevelt Island and were once more officially sharing a room. On the coldest nights up to this past winter we shared a bed.

And now here I am, trying to get her to come sleep in my new room. I'll probably hitchhike and stowaway my way around the world to sleep in her new digs in Japan...

It's a twin thing.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:05 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

I found my keys!

They were in my computer bag.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:31 PM | shower me with attention

We got the mattresses moved over and the table and chairs from erin's and a whole lot of boxes, and the tvs and computers...

A note of extreme thanks must go to my angels, Terry and erin, who donated their time and energy to help us move so much. Terry came over from Brooklyn on his day off and carried stuff around on his back like Superman. It was amazing and a little scary. I thought he was going to break his head at one point.

Later on, I had to go ~~home~~ to my parents' place to pick up some clothes and eat dinner with them. I felt a little sad. It was strange. My kitties were happy to see me, though. On Monday, we'd had them two years exactly. I forgot to note that.

There's much left to move. Much. It was complicated by the fact that my two roomies were volunteering for yesterday's elections in Jersey City (~~their~~ our candidate WON!) and half the day was spent doing that instead of moving (grumble, grumble) but it's okay because a LOT of people are coming on Sunday to help us finish up.

Anyway, we got the essential stuff and we spent the first night in our new apartment. I christened the shower. We were too tired to drag Gina's mattress up the stairs, so when I left for work this morning I tiptoed around her exhausted, sleeping body.

The cats seem happy.

My room is dominated by windows, small but very bright.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:55 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

First blog from new apartment! First blog from new apartment!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:11 PM | shower me with attention

Monday, May 09, 2005

I lost my keys. I wonder if they'll turn up in one of the boxes. I wonder if my knitting needles will turn up in one of the boxes. I wonder why I keep losing things. The other day I forgot to take my Effexor, but I could have sworn I'd taken it that morning. Could've sworn. But I had the dreadful, nasty side effects (headache, nausea, dizziness, panic attacks, copious weeping), so I must have forgotten them.

No more losing or forgetting things, okeydokey?

Mother's Day was pleasant. We took Mom and TJ to a Swedish place for brunch.

I feel a little sad now that the moving time has come. Tomorrow will be crazy. Scott bless Terry for volunteering to help us out. We will need him.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:50 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, May 08, 2005

Happy Mother's Day.

Moms are great.

I love my mom.

I realized today that I spent my last night in my bed at home (as a resident of said home, anyhow) on Thursday night. I'll be here Sunday night on usual, and Monday night to be here for the moving-ness on Tuesday, and then, you know, I'll just plain live here.

My dad was extremely pitiful today when we drove over to get my tv. Get over it, it's been almost 26 years. You've had way longer than most people get.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom. Stop reading my blog.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:25 AM | shower me with attention

Saturday, May 07, 2005

By dose iz vull uv dust.

Oh, hey hey hey, three separate people have told me that I look like Drew Barrymore. My dad always used to say it, and a couple weeks ago Steph said it to me, and then today I was having my picture taken and the photographer said that I looked like Drew Barrymore.

Now, obviously, I don't look even remotely anything like Drew Barrymore. I look like maybe if the dead remains of John Barrymore rose from the dead, shaved his moustache, grew some tits, donned a long brown wig on and gained a hundred pounds. But it's still very funny that three separate people said it.

(When I was little I did kind of have a Gertie-from-ET thing going, so maybe they're seeing back in time.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:34 PM | shower me with attention

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Holy crap, this won't stop being funny. I feel like I've been laughing at it for hours.

Best logo ever.

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

Life just kind of empties out
Less a deluge than a drought
Less a giant mushroom cloud
Then an unexploded shell...

It's not all that bleak. It's peppy. It's peppy distress. It's wonderful. Why don't you have this album yet?

It really is. I mean, the whole addiction/despair themes are still there, but I swear, in "Clean Up For Christmas", she sings "Ooh-woo-hoo-hoo" at the end.

Peppy.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:49 PM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

I almost didn't make it today. At 5 o'clock-- an hour before I would normally leave-- I was so exhausted I almost started crying at my desk. Which, you know, enough of that crap. And I had promised to stay some overtime and I just didn't feel right about retracting the offer, with Cap'n Annoying still away on his trip. (O, how we miss him.)

Somehow I made it. Somehow. I almost died, but I didn't. Now the choice is: do I fall asleep right now with the computer on my lap, or crawl out and eat some dinner first?

That's my kinda decision.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:11 PM | shower me with attention

Boing Boing recently posted a link to Ebay items confiscated by the National Transportation Security Administration and being auctioned off.

Now look:
They confiscated this purple sombrero in the name of national security.

Wow.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:41 PM | shower me with attention

The insomnia thing is real damn old. It's old. Let's try something new, what say? This insomnia thing, it's all played out. How about a new routine, wherein I can fall asleep when I'm completely exhausted at night, instead of the daily fight to stay awake at work?

That would be swell, by golly.

I am so, so tired. Right now. I got only a few hours sleep last night, and by right I should be dead to the world. It's the next night. I haven't slept since last night. Come on. It's logic! It makes sense! I should be able to sleep!

COME ON!

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

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

I'm not into clothes or nuthin but there was this one skirt that was screaming to me every time I walked past Banana Republic. (Banana Republic, where I have never shopped, because it is out of my price range and only goes up to size 14.)

It is this skirt:

I showed it to my sister at lunchtime and we went in as a lark to try it on. I have one other size 14 skirt, from H&M, that actually fits me-- my waist is smaller than my torso.

This one fit me. The second I took it off, Kirsten grabbed it and ran out of the dressing room and to the cash register and bought it for me.

Oh my god oh my god.

I made her take the money for half of it but she refuses to take the rest and it's something I'd never buy for myself because I don't like to spend that much on clothes.

Oh my god though. It's so gorgeous. I think it will go beautifully with this, when I finally finish the damn thing.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:55 PM | shower me with attention

Monday, May 02, 2005

It's very quiet at work with Captain Annoying on vacation. It's always quiet for me these days, but I have to say that it's easy to ignore/exclude myself from conversations when there aren't many going on. It is getting a little easier, but I have to drown out quite a lot, still. I don't know what I'd do without my iPod. I don't know what I'll do without my sister.

It's also very busy at work and I am very, very tired all the time. I can't wait for The Big Move. It's going to be exhausting but that first night in my own apartment in my own room with my own stuff is going to be amazing. And maybe a little sad. But mostly wonderful.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:33 PM | shower me with attention

I refuse to join any website that requires membership in order to read blog entries. I hate friends-only blog formats with a passion, and I notice with dismay that many of my friends are getting trendy MySpace accounts, and then posting friends-only posts.

Pooh to that, I say. Pooh. I don't wanna read it if I have to join. Blog should be free, like air. And I don't just mean free of charge.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:31 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, May 01, 2005

Today was MOVING DAY! But not for me, for Steph M and Mike and Puppy. To Park Slope. We got lost driving there, but not as lost as we got when we helped Steph P and Kathy move.

We all helped. A lot. Heavy furniture to the second floor. We are strong like bull!
I am all sweaty and gross. And there's more sweatydustygross fun to be had in ten days. I can't wait.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:18 PM | shower me with attention