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Friday, February 24, 2006
When we were little, the night before a trip to Disney World was almost better than actually being there. The delicious anticipation rivaled Christmas Eve. It was exactly like that commercial with the little kid who sneaks into his room and goes, "I'm too excited to sleep!" the night before their trip.
Today has been like that all day long. The fact that this is only one night, a short hour and a half of entertainment that we're travelling 3000 miles to see makes it almost better somehow. I haven't seen these guys perform live as a group in 3 years (4 if you don't count Letterman) and I haven't seen any of them in person since... I can't remember if it was Dave signing DVDs at Border's in April 2004, or Scott doing stand-up at Eating Out at Luna Lounge... anyway, it's been at least a year and a half, and I miss those guys.
Good thing we were hella fucking busy at work today. I mean, busy enough to kill. Avalanche. Non-stop barrage. Enough even to distract me. In fleeting bits. From time to time. From the glee.
This show is a pure shot of vitamin sunshine or something for me. I've been depressed in a my-meds-aren't-working kind of way for months and months now, and it's like that never existed. At least for the next day or two. I feel giddy, like during the first Tour days, in 2000... I just wish all of my goils could be there with me. That's the only missing ingredient.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:44 PM | shower me with attention
Today has been like that all day long. The fact that this is only one night, a short hour and a half of entertainment that we're travelling 3000 miles to see makes it almost better somehow. I haven't seen these guys perform live as a group in 3 years (4 if you don't count Letterman) and I haven't seen any of them in person since... I can't remember if it was Dave signing DVDs at Border's in April 2004, or Scott doing stand-up at Eating Out at Luna Lounge... anyway, it's been at least a year and a half, and I miss those guys.
Good thing we were hella fucking busy at work today. I mean, busy enough to kill. Avalanche. Non-stop barrage. Enough even to distract me. In fleeting bits. From time to time. From the glee.
This show is a pure shot of vitamin sunshine or something for me. I've been depressed in a my-meds-aren't-working kind of way for months and months now, and it's like that never existed. At least for the next day or two. I feel giddy, like during the first Tour days, in 2000... I just wish all of my goils could be there with me. That's the only missing ingredient.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:44 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, February 23, 2006
I leaned out of my bedroom door and cried, "NITWIT! BLUBBER! ODDMENT! TWEAK! THANK YOU!" (SLAM!)
I'M HEAD BOY!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:39 PM | shower me with attention
I'M HEAD BOY!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:39 PM | shower me with attention
Nothing cracks me up so much as reading, or watching in a movie, Percy Weasley saying, "I'm Head Boy! I'm Head Boy! Excuse me, I'm Head Boy!"
Even hearing myself do an impression of it cracks me up.
I'M HEAD BOY!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:22 PM | shower me with attention
Even hearing myself do an impression of it cracks me up.
I'M HEAD BOY!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:22 PM | shower me with attention
The day! After tomorrow! I'm going to LA! To see the Kids in the Hall! Perform live! In a small theatre!
I will get huggles if I can. I want huggles. Scratchy kisses too, if I can manage it. I love me some Kids in the Hall.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:18 PM | shower me with attention
I will get huggles if I can. I want huggles. Scratchy kisses too, if I can manage it. I love me some Kids in the Hall.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:18 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
I think we're getting into disturbing territory here. Consider this post a cry for help:
Potter fan art by a young animator.
She's brilliant. I really want to see it animated, now. All of it. Every moment...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:41 PM | shower me with attention
Potter fan art by a young animator.
She's brilliant. I really want to see it animated, now. All of it. Every moment...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:41 PM | shower me with attention
I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:24 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:24 PM | shower me with attention
I had stuff to do at lunchtime so I ended up going out late and then grabbing something to eat with my friend Captain Annoying and this guy from the IT department who I will call "Scary McGee". Scary McGee is this weird guy who's always calling me up for answers to questions he should know the answers to, and then he says stuff in a quiet, scary voice that's obviously meant to be funny but it's just weird. ("I'm so angry, I'm ripping the pages out of a book right now, Octavia. It's not even my book.")
So, anyway, we all were going to this Japanese place and I asked C.A. if there was anything on the menu I could eat. C.A. and I are good friends so he knew I was referring to the fact that I try not to eat rice and noodles and stuff like that. So C.A. said, "No, everything has rice or noodles." So then Scary McGee says, "You don't eat rice?"
"No," I say.
"Why not?"
I shrug, not wanting to get into it. I'm really tired of explaining my food choices to everyone but it always seems to come up, it's just impossible for me to not eat certain things without having to hear about it in some way.
So C.A. says, "She's on Atkins". (Which actually isn't true, I haven't been on Atkins proper in many months, since before Christmas. I've just not been eating starches, sugars and the like, simple as that. I'm doing it to avoid gaining back any weight, and it's working. Not that it's anyone's business.)
So S.M. says, "You're on a diet?'
"Kinda..."
"Good." And he nods. Then proceeds to give me all sorts of unsolicited advice about training ones body to lose weight and working out and, like, who the hell says "GOOD" to a woman who admits, reluctantly, to being on a diet?
That's the same thing as saying, "I'm glad you're trying to lose some of that disgusting weight, Fatass."
Why can't people mind their own business?
Anyway, I ended up eating buckwheat soba noodle soup because there really was nothing at that damn place I could eat.
I'm gonna start eating lunch in secret. All I want to do is read my Harry Potter books and be left alone, really.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:48 PM | shower me with attention
So, anyway, we all were going to this Japanese place and I asked C.A. if there was anything on the menu I could eat. C.A. and I are good friends so he knew I was referring to the fact that I try not to eat rice and noodles and stuff like that. So C.A. said, "No, everything has rice or noodles." So then Scary McGee says, "You don't eat rice?"
"No," I say.
"Why not?"
I shrug, not wanting to get into it. I'm really tired of explaining my food choices to everyone but it always seems to come up, it's just impossible for me to not eat certain things without having to hear about it in some way.
So C.A. says, "She's on Atkins". (Which actually isn't true, I haven't been on Atkins proper in many months, since before Christmas. I've just not been eating starches, sugars and the like, simple as that. I'm doing it to avoid gaining back any weight, and it's working. Not that it's anyone's business.)
So S.M. says, "You're on a diet?'
"Kinda..."
"Good." And he nods. Then proceeds to give me all sorts of unsolicited advice about training ones body to lose weight and working out and, like, who the hell says "GOOD" to a woman who admits, reluctantly, to being on a diet?
That's the same thing as saying, "I'm glad you're trying to lose some of that disgusting weight, Fatass."
Why can't people mind their own business?
Anyway, I ended up eating buckwheat soba noodle soup because there really was nothing at that damn place I could eat.
I'm gonna start eating lunch in secret. All I want to do is read my Harry Potter books and be left alone, really.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:48 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Two important birthdays today!
The fabulous STEPHANIE PEŅA is 25 today! HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEŅA!
And the beautiful Alan Rickman is, oh my god, 60 years old. Hot geezer.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:08 PM | shower me with attention
The fabulous STEPHANIE PEŅA is 25 today! HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEŅA!
And the beautiful Alan Rickman is, oh my god, 60 years old. Hot geezer.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:08 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, February 20, 2006
I would just like to take this opportunity to say:
Treguna Mecoides Trecorum Satis Dee.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:13 PM | shower me with attention
Treguna Mecoides Trecorum Satis Dee.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:13 PM | shower me with attention
POP QUIZ:
What's the number one rule at my house, Penthouse 54?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:05 PM | shower me with attention
What's the number one rule at my house, Penthouse 54?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:05 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Unbelievable:
People decide not to return found camera.
Filthy bastards.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:19 PM | shower me with attention
People decide not to return found camera.
Filthy bastards.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:19 PM | shower me with attention
Test
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:19 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:19 PM | shower me with attention
Let's see if this post will eat the last post...
Updated: Okay, my last four posts have each published over the one preceding it. That means if I try to update, my last post will disappear. So my only choice is to keep modifying the same post until the problem corrects itself.
I suppose it's for the best. Providence. Anyone who read my long-winded blither about the nature of my chronic depression (and it wasn't up for very long, so it was probably nobody) can see that it's best that these things were erased by Blogger. I don't need to have everything up on this blog, even if I'm not particularly ashamed of it.
Anyway, every week after I finish the Sunday crossword in the Times magazine, I read the rest of the magazine, and my favourite feature is definitely the ongoing comic serial, Chris Ware's Building Stories. Last week's entry was so poignant, rung so true to me, I could have written it myself. That man is a genius.
Updated 2/19: Nope, still not working, although according to this it should be...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:45 PM | shower me with attention
Updated: Okay, my last four posts have each published over the one preceding it. That means if I try to update, my last post will disappear. So my only choice is to keep modifying the same post until the problem corrects itself.
I suppose it's for the best. Providence. Anyone who read my long-winded blither about the nature of my chronic depression (and it wasn't up for very long, so it was probably nobody) can see that it's best that these things were erased by Blogger. I don't need to have everything up on this blog, even if I'm not particularly ashamed of it.
Anyway, every week after I finish the Sunday crossword in the Times magazine, I read the rest of the magazine, and my favourite feature is definitely the ongoing comic serial, Chris Ware's Building Stories. Last week's entry was so poignant, rung so true to me, I could have written it myself. That man is a genius.
Updated 2/19: Nope, still not working, although according to this it should be...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:45 PM | shower me with attention
