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Saturday, August 05, 2006
Someone happened to leave the Saturday paper next to the chair that I chose in the breakfast room this morning. The puzzle was, yes, intact. My guardian angel was looking out for me.
Unfortunately, said angel was on a break this evening when I assholishly dropped my book into the tub. (No, not your book; it was the new one Kirsten bought me.) Dammit, dammit, dammit. Why am I an asshole? I hadn't dropped a book in a tub since I was a kid.
Anyhow. The Ghosts and Legends tour was nice. They change up the stories so we didn't have any repeats from last time, but one of the storytellers was the same; the American Indian girl who waves her hands around. She's good. And the weather was very, very fine. Gorgeous.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:34 PM | shower me with attention
Unfortunately, said angel was on a break this evening when I assholishly dropped my book into the tub. (No, not your book; it was the new one Kirsten bought me.) Dammit, dammit, dammit. Why am I an asshole? I hadn't dropped a book in a tub since I was a kid.
Anyhow. The Ghosts and Legends tour was nice. They change up the stories so we didn't have any repeats from last time, but one of the storytellers was the same; the American Indian girl who waves her hands around. She's good. And the weather was very, very fine. Gorgeous.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:34 PM | shower me with attention
Steph M. accurately foresaw the nature of our vacation as I was hastily tossing Epcot DVDs and the DVD of 1776 (both Kirsten's idea!) into my suitcase: "This is going to be the nerdiest trip ever!"
So correct. Evidence thus far supports her theory.
Last night we fell asleep at 6 pm. Six. Pee. Em. But we had plenty of fun before that, including lunch at Shields, walking in the rain, watching the village madwoman splash around in mud puddles with some wary children.
Today we were up bright and early (a'course... six-pee-em) and had a tour of the governor's palace, and lunch at The King's Arms (where I got what I came here for-- that's peanut soup, people. Tonight, some ghosty legendsy tour that we're both pretty sure we've been on before.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:15 PM | shower me with attention
So correct. Evidence thus far supports her theory.
Last night we fell asleep at 6 pm. Six. Pee. Em. But we had plenty of fun before that, including lunch at Shields, walking in the rain, watching the village madwoman splash around in mud puddles with some wary children.
Today we were up bright and early (a'course... six-pee-em) and had a tour of the governor's palace, and lunch at The King's Arms (where I got what I came here for-- that's peanut soup, people. Tonight, some ghosty legendsy tour that we're both pretty sure we've been on before.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:15 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, August 04, 2006
Oh, untold luxury! A Mac laptop without a gigantic crack on the screen (courtesy sis); a hotel that doesn't make you pay extra for wireless internet (FUCK YOU, DISNEY!) Coffee brewing over yonder!
We deserve every bit and more after that thoroughly miserable night on the train. I don't recall the overnight Amtrak trips of my youth being spent in seats without legrests. What is this horror? Oh, the cramped uncomfortableness. Kirsten mercifully let me take the window seat, because I could serve as her pillow, but she could not reciprocate.
Last night, as Tante Joan drove us to Penn Station, Kirsten got a mad hankering for donuts. Kirsten's mad hankerings are legendary (see biscuits and gravy, halfway down the page) and since we had plenty of time before our train left, we drove around looking for an open donut place. We found one which contained one of the cutest sights ever: a group of four teenagers, sitting around with coffee and donuts at an all-night Dunkin' Donuts, playing Dungeons and Dragons.
I'll have a maple donut, and a chocolate donut, and a glazed donut, and I cast your orc into the abyss with my magical sword of power!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:15 PM | shower me with attention
We deserve every bit and more after that thoroughly miserable night on the train. I don't recall the overnight Amtrak trips of my youth being spent in seats without legrests. What is this horror? Oh, the cramped uncomfortableness. Kirsten mercifully let me take the window seat, because I could serve as her pillow, but she could not reciprocate.
Last night, as Tante Joan drove us to Penn Station, Kirsten got a mad hankering for donuts. Kirsten's mad hankerings are legendary (see biscuits and gravy, halfway down the page) and since we had plenty of time before our train left, we drove around looking for an open donut place. We found one which contained one of the cutest sights ever: a group of four teenagers, sitting around with coffee and donuts at an all-night Dunkin' Donuts, playing Dungeons and Dragons.
I'll have a maple donut, and a chocolate donut, and a glazed donut, and I cast your orc into the abyss with my magical sword of power!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:15 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Oh my god. There is a hideous picture of me on the cover of the company newsletter for winning Employee of the Month 3 months ago. I look like Hatchetface. This tops my toadying-seeming/inappapropriate-crush-seeming letter-to-the-editor in the last issue.
I need to move to a new town and get a new face.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:45 PM | shower me with attention
I need to move to a new town and get a new face.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:45 PM | shower me with attention
It's hot
It's hot
It's hot
It's hot
It's motherfucking HOT
Where will I go to escape the heat? Why, Williamsburg, VA, of course! For four blissful days of scorching old-timey goodness with my sis, leaving on a 3 am Amtrak tomorrow night.
Because I am a masochist. I loves me the pain, baby! Suffering, OOH yeah!
BRING ON THE HEAT!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:43 PM | shower me with attention
It's hot
It's hot
It's hot
It's motherfucking HOT
Where will I go to escape the heat? Why, Williamsburg, VA, of course! For four blissful days of scorching old-timey goodness with my sis, leaving on a 3 am Amtrak tomorrow night.
Because I am a masochist. I loves me the pain, baby! Suffering, OOH yeah!
BRING ON THE HEAT!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:43 PM | shower me with attention
Puppy says happy birthday, too, Gina!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:18 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:18 AM | shower me with attention
Happy birthday, my Hetero Lifepartner!
I love you!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:00 AM | shower me with attention
I love you!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:00 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, July 31, 2006
She back! She back! There she be on her old bed!
Mom turned our old bedroom from dusty, humid storage warehouse into a cool, welcoming... dusty storage warehouse. With flowers!
She also, inexplicably, handed us sparklers from an Arlo Guthrie concert. Sparklers? At an Arlo Guthrie concert?
Must go! Kirsten's giving out gifties!
(Good thing I'm spending the night at my parents' tonight, because Penthouse 54 has turned into Chez Igloo, housing those with inadequate air-conditioning for the duration of this heat wave.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:55 PM | shower me with attention
Mom turned our old bedroom from dusty, humid storage warehouse into a cool, welcoming... dusty storage warehouse. With flowers!
She also, inexplicably, handed us sparklers from an Arlo Guthrie concert. Sparklers? At an Arlo Guthrie concert?
Must go! Kirsten's giving out gifties!
(Good thing I'm spending the night at my parents' tonight, because Penthouse 54 has turned into Chez Igloo, housing those with inadequate air-conditioning for the duration of this heat wave.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:55 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, July 30, 2006
I invited my mom to come see Wordplay with me today. (Did you know The Waverly is now called IFC@The Waverly? Sheesh.)
I love this movie!
I love this movie!
I love this movie!
Crossword puzzles nerds? Are hot.
Especially Jon Stewart and Bill Clinton and that redheaded 20-year-old kid.
(But not that ridiculous baton lady; her, I wanted to smack.)
Yay, Will Shortz. I love you.
Edited to add: I forgot to mention one of my favourite moments, was when my mom leaned over to me and whipsered, "It's fandom!"
Yes, it is. And one of the nicest movies about Fandom I've ever seen.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:10 PM | shower me with attention
I love this movie!
I love this movie!
I love this movie!
Crossword puzzles nerds? Are hot.
Especially Jon Stewart and Bill Clinton and that redheaded 20-year-old kid.
(But not that ridiculous baton lady; her, I wanted to smack.)
Yay, Will Shortz. I love you.
Edited to add: I forgot to mention one of my favourite moments, was when my mom leaned over to me and whipsered, "It's fandom!"
Yes, it is. And one of the nicest movies about Fandom I've ever seen.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:10 PM | shower me with attention
Very soon, my sweet one will be home. Monday.
Time apart, vaster than any space before it, hath softened the edges of memories of 25 years of cramped, tumultuous sisterly cohabitation. Five minutes together and the squabbling will recommence. But those first 300 seconds will be warm, gooey bliss: heads bent together, sharing private jokes, laughing, twinspeak. 300 seconds at most. I'll take it.
Can you tell who is who?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:25 AM | shower me with attention
Time apart, vaster than any space before it, hath softened the edges of memories of 25 years of cramped, tumultuous sisterly cohabitation. Five minutes together and the squabbling will recommence. But those first 300 seconds will be warm, gooey bliss: heads bent together, sharing private jokes, laughing, twinspeak. 300 seconds at most. I'll take it.
Can you tell who is who?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:25 AM | shower me with attention
Drunk blogging again!
I spent the whole day with the Divine Miss Peņa. We went swimming in my building's pool. Then we went to Chili's. Then we went to Park Slope where I sweated with Puppy while Steph changed. Then we went to the LES and watched people sing karaoke. I was going to stay long enough to get drunk enough to sing karaoke myself, but Jeeves came around with the limo after I'd only had two drinks and I had to make a quick decision: stay and take the sweltering subway and PATH back at 2 in the morning, or be driven home in air-conditioned comfort.
Three guesses as to which Choose Your Own Adventure I opted for.
Jiggety jog: I fucking love central air.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:00 AM | shower me with attention
I spent the whole day with the Divine Miss Peņa. We went swimming in my building's pool. Then we went to Chili's. Then we went to Park Slope where I sweated with Puppy while Steph changed. Then we went to the LES and watched people sing karaoke. I was going to stay long enough to get drunk enough to sing karaoke myself, but Jeeves came around with the limo after I'd only had two drinks and I had to make a quick decision: stay and take the sweltering subway and PATH back at 2 in the morning, or be driven home in air-conditioned comfort.
Three guesses as to which Choose Your Own Adventure I opted for.
Jiggety jog: I fucking love central air.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:00 AM | shower me with attention
