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Saturday, April 15, 2006
Six hours later, I'm still stuffed full of fondue. Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:22 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
I wish I could have a bed-in like John and Yoko did to protest the war and promote peace. Sadly, I think all that would happen is that I would be fired, and I would never, ever be able to fall asleep in this bed again.
Too bad though. Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:31 PM | shower me with attention
Ten years ago today, Brain Candy was released in theatres, and my friends and I dressed up as Kids in the Hall characters and went to see it in the theatre.
Whaddya want, we were 16. Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:32 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
I give up. The springtime has gotten to me. I took two Benadryl. Cross your fingers for me I won't still feel them tomorrow morning. That stuff tends to knock me out good. Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:59 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, April 10, 2006
New Knitty! Want to make this one for that one. Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:27 PM | shower me with attention
"O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness?" -King Henry I, Act 3, Scene 1 Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:44 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Steph M got me out this weekend, a very rare event. She took me and Cheryl to Arlene's Grocery to see a band called Moi who were very, very funny.
Steph P is here now spending the night; she was watching The Sopranos with Cheryl and is now upstairs watching Howard Stern with Gina. Although I don't have access to Sirius Satellite Radio outside of Gina's car, I have taken something of a renewed interest in Howard. I was a devotee of the radio show during those 4 years I was in a social/psychological coma (ahh, "the salad days") as a teenager but eventually grew unable to stomach the more depressing aspects of the show (specifically, the endless parade of bimbos who couldn't name the current vice president or know how to count past 10) but now that Howard's available as an On Demand option on our cable system it's fun to watch some of the show recaps with the goils.
But right now, they're watching some sad old lady (in her 80's I think) who's a porn star riding that mechanical vibrating machine and so I'm pretty sure I'll have nightmares tonight about sad old ladies.
Why do old people make me sad? That's so condescending to old people. Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:48 PM | shower me with attention
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