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Wednesday, January 31, 2007
They've made a straight-to-DVD film of one of my favorite books of all time.
The trailers and commercials are incredibly dismaying to me. The write-up on IMDB comforts me some - the plot seems intact, from the reports there - but the fact that they're marketing this story as another sword-and-sorcery, Narnia knock-off, annoys me no end.
This is a brilliant, moving story. It is not a "fantasy" story; the Terabithia parts are minor, and never it is even hinted at that Terabtihia is a real place. It is very decidedly a shared invention that brings these two kids together.
Maybe I haven't read this book in 20 years, but I remember that much. I read and read and read it as a kid; I did a book report on it in grade 3 and read it again in grade 6 when it was assigned to my class, even though the teacher said I didn't have to 'cause I'd already read it a million times.
Why are people trying to mess with the good books?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:42 PM | shower me with attention
The trailers and commercials are incredibly dismaying to me. The write-up on IMDB comforts me some - the plot seems intact, from the reports there - but the fact that they're marketing this story as another sword-and-sorcery, Narnia knock-off, annoys me no end.
This is a brilliant, moving story. It is not a "fantasy" story; the Terabithia parts are minor, and never it is even hinted at that Terabtihia is a real place. It is very decidedly a shared invention that brings these two kids together.
Maybe I haven't read this book in 20 years, but I remember that much. I read and read and read it as a kid; I did a book report on it in grade 3 and read it again in grade 6 when it was assigned to my class, even though the teacher said I didn't have to 'cause I'd already read it a million times.
Why are people trying to mess with the good books?
Labels: dvds, evil, travesties
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:42 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Newsradio was on in the lunchroom today as I was eating lunch. I stopped reading my magazine to watch it. I laughed and laughed.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:34 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:34 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, January 28, 2007
It's snowing! It's snowing! It's snowing! It's snowing! It's snowing! It's snowing!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:40 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:40 PM | shower me with attention
This is great - I don't post these quiz results too much here, but it's too good of a coincidence.
Not sure why I took the test, as I don't write, and much less science fiction, but:
Come on, that's awesome, right?
(No, I've never read anything by her.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:17 PM | shower me with attention
Not sure why I took the test, as I don't write, and much less science fiction, but:
 | I am:Octavia E. ButlerA voice truly unique in all of literature. |
Come on, that's awesome, right?
(No, I've never read anything by her.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:17 PM | shower me with attention
I know I've been lax in my KITH-fandom-online-obsessiveness lately; this is a good thing, everyone, and you should be happy for me.
However, I still love them, always will, and my dear friend, the legendary Barb Carr, has started a new forum over at KITHfan.org. I've just joined it and I hope it'll be fun; I seem to be enjoying the online fora lately.
Anyway, go on over and join it and chat with us if you're inclined towards such things. I'd love to see an inclusive, active forum for them again...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:53 AM | shower me with attention
However, I still love them, always will, and my dear friend, the legendary Barb Carr, has started a new forum over at KITHfan.org. I've just joined it and I hope it'll be fun; I seem to be enjoying the online fora lately.
Anyway, go on over and join it and chat with us if you're inclined towards such things. I'd love to see an inclusive, active forum for them again...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:53 AM | shower me with attention
Saturday, January 27, 2007
You know what occurred to me just this second?
Self-employment is wasted on morning people.
If you're a morning person, there's no point in being your own boss. People who should be their own bosses are people who get sleepy when dawn comes, whose bodies are programmed to shut down when the light hits their eyes; the people for whom being forced to wake up every morning and make it to work at the same, early hour every weekday is the purest torture of daily existence.
Wage slaves should be morning people; entrepreneurs should be night owls.
This is not how life works. This is one of life's fundamental unfairnesses. Lifestyle doesn't match skill set; pain ensues.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:11 PM | shower me with attention
Self-employment is wasted on morning people.
If you're a morning person, there's no point in being your own boss. People who should be their own bosses are people who get sleepy when dawn comes, whose bodies are programmed to shut down when the light hits their eyes; the people for whom being forced to wake up every morning and make it to work at the same, early hour every weekday is the purest torture of daily existence.
Wage slaves should be morning people; entrepreneurs should be night owls.
This is not how life works. This is one of life's fundamental unfairnesses. Lifestyle doesn't match skill set; pain ensues.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:11 PM | shower me with attention
Yay, snuggly new bedspread!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:50 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:50 PM | shower me with attention
Wow, the ghosts of html past. Who remembers The Hedwig Colouring Book?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:52 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:52 AM | shower me with attention
Perhaps you've seen the posters for the new movie Norbit. I, of course, avert my eyes whenever they intrude upon my line of vision, but I've gotten the idea that it's something in the line of those Eddie Murphy Nutty Professor monstrosities; the poster features an enormously fat-suited Eddie Murphy in a hot pink negligee, on top of another Eddie Murphy, male version, with an afro and a shocked expression. Like I said, I try not to look directly at these posters or commercials, but they're hard to avoid.
I've spoken of my loathing for fat suits here before (bottom of the page on that link), so I'll just trust that you understand my horror and dismay that they've put up a poster for this movie in my PATH station, right at the spot at the bottom of the stairs where I turn to step onto the platform.
It's an unpleasant jolt each morning as I forget it'll be there, then see it, then whip my head around and gasp sharply and almost stumble into the person next to me in my attempt to avoid it.
I could go down the escalator and enter the platform from another location, but it would be much less convenient, and it would be letting the fat suits win!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:38 AM | shower me with attention
I've spoken of my loathing for fat suits here before (bottom of the page on that link), so I'll just trust that you understand my horror and dismay that they've put up a poster for this movie in my PATH station, right at the spot at the bottom of the stairs where I turn to step onto the platform.
It's an unpleasant jolt each morning as I forget it'll be there, then see it, then whip my head around and gasp sharply and almost stumble into the person next to me in my attempt to avoid it.
I could go down the escalator and enter the platform from another location, but it would be much less convenient, and it would be letting the fat suits win!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:38 AM | shower me with attention
Friday, January 26, 2007
Oh, hey, today's the 7-year anniversary of my first live Kids in the Hall show.
A very important, special day. A moment of silence.
....
Yeah, that'll do.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:28 PM | shower me with attention
A very important, special day. A moment of silence.
....
Yeah, that'll do.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:28 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Lazybones is now going to cut-and-paste a two-part rant and its conclusion from another place, besides this blog, where I rant things:
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Tue Jan 23, 2007 10:18 am
I HATE YOU WASHINGTON MUTUAL! I HATE YOU!
Arrrrgh!
So my sister sends me two Japanese money orders so I can pay some bills for her.
The limit for one is $700, and she needs to pay $851, so she splits it into two money orders – one for $700, one for $151.
So I bring these to my local branch and deposit them into my account. Then I go and pay the bills. All is well, right?
A few weeks later I get a letter from WaMu saying that they “lost a check on the way to the processing center” and can’t explain this deposit of $851. They found $151 but not $700. And would I please contact them with any information I have.
Well, okay, so I contacted them at the email address they provided and gave them all the information I had from the stubs. Never got a reply; I guess I should have called them or faxed them the stubs from the money orders, but I figured that would be fine, right?
So I get another letter yesterday-- certified mail this time-- saying that because they NEVER HEARD BACK FROM ME about the checks (MONEY ORDERS, idiots!) that THEY lost, they’re going to take it out of my bank account.
Ummmm?
Not only that, but they say they’re going to take the $151, not the $700. I thought they said they lost the $700. So which one did they lose, exactly?
And how can they POSSIBLY hold ME accountable for THEM losing my checks? That’s completely evil. I gave it to the clerk. I saw him do a thing in the computer. I saw him put them in a drawer. How can they hold me responsible for that?
Luckily, I still have the stubs, and I’m marching into my branch at lunchtime today with the letter and the stubs and waving and shouting until they take back what they said about taking my money out of my account.
But I am SO AGGRAVATED that I have to take time out of my life to deal with THEIR INCOMPETENCE!!!
Thank god I saved those stubs. I can’t afford to have chunks of my money taken away like this. This is what I get for doing someone a favor? Favors suck.
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Tue Jan 23, 2007 2:48 pm
I’m so proud of me. I went to the bank at my lunch hour and the very friendly manager there called the processing center that lost my checks.
We then spent 45 minutes on hold.
Finally, after explaining about 75 different ways about how I had the receipts for the money orders in my hand and would be glad to fax them over, the branch manager put me on the phone with the rep at the processing center.
The rep kept asking me for my sister’s contact info so they could get in touch with her, “Because we have to collect on this amount”, and I gave them her phone number but kept insisting that there would be nothing she could do to help, because she paid money for a money order, and that’s the end of it – it’s gone, she can’t “put a stop on it” or anything. Plus, she lives in Japan. They didn’t seem to want to accept the fact that it was a money order and not a check.
Finally, the rep told me that they’d get in touch with my sister and that’s all she could do. I proceeded to rant and rave about how ludicrous and upsetting it was that they were making me go through all of this and then had the nerve to try and make ME pay for their mistake. I said, “I’m not getting off the phone until you assure me that this money will not disappear from my account in two days.”
When she said she couldn’t assure me that, I repeated my rant. And repeated it. Then I asked to speak to her manager. She said her manager was “busy”. (The branch manager sitting across from me was smiling now.) I said, “I’m not getting off this phone until I speak to your manager.” Then she put me on hold and just as I was telling the branch manager that I would be here a good long while, the sheepish rep got back on the line and said that she’d spoken to her manager and that they were “writing off the amount”.
As I left, with a fax receipt for the two stubs in my hand, I thanked the branch manager for her assistance and patience, calm and smiling.
This whole incident was extremely unlike me – I am nonconfrontational, even meek, in these situations. For some reason, I found some sort of well of self-confidence and demanded what I wanted. I am really proud of myself right now.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:40 PM | shower me with attention
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Tue Jan 23, 2007 10:18 am
I HATE YOU WASHINGTON MUTUAL! I HATE YOU!
Arrrrgh!
So my sister sends me two Japanese money orders so I can pay some bills for her.
The limit for one is $700, and she needs to pay $851, so she splits it into two money orders – one for $700, one for $151.
So I bring these to my local branch and deposit them into my account. Then I go and pay the bills. All is well, right?
A few weeks later I get a letter from WaMu saying that they “lost a check on the way to the processing center” and can’t explain this deposit of $851. They found $151 but not $700. And would I please contact them with any information I have.
Well, okay, so I contacted them at the email address they provided and gave them all the information I had from the stubs. Never got a reply; I guess I should have called them or faxed them the stubs from the money orders, but I figured that would be fine, right?
So I get another letter yesterday-- certified mail this time-- saying that because they NEVER HEARD BACK FROM ME about the checks (MONEY ORDERS, idiots!) that THEY lost, they’re going to take it out of my bank account.
Ummmm?
Not only that, but they say they’re going to take the $151, not the $700. I thought they said they lost the $700. So which one did they lose, exactly?
And how can they POSSIBLY hold ME accountable for THEM losing my checks? That’s completely evil. I gave it to the clerk. I saw him do a thing in the computer. I saw him put them in a drawer. How can they hold me responsible for that?
Luckily, I still have the stubs, and I’m marching into my branch at lunchtime today with the letter and the stubs and waving and shouting until they take back what they said about taking my money out of my account.
But I am SO AGGRAVATED that I have to take time out of my life to deal with THEIR INCOMPETENCE!!!
Thank god I saved those stubs. I can’t afford to have chunks of my money taken away like this. This is what I get for doing someone a favor? Favors suck.
_________________
Tue Jan 23, 2007 2:48 pm
I’m so proud of me. I went to the bank at my lunch hour and the very friendly manager there called the processing center that lost my checks.
We then spent 45 minutes on hold.
Finally, after explaining about 75 different ways about how I had the receipts for the money orders in my hand and would be glad to fax them over, the branch manager put me on the phone with the rep at the processing center.
The rep kept asking me for my sister’s contact info so they could get in touch with her, “Because we have to collect on this amount”, and I gave them her phone number but kept insisting that there would be nothing she could do to help, because she paid money for a money order, and that’s the end of it – it’s gone, she can’t “put a stop on it” or anything. Plus, she lives in Japan. They didn’t seem to want to accept the fact that it was a money order and not a check.
Finally, the rep told me that they’d get in touch with my sister and that’s all she could do. I proceeded to rant and rave about how ludicrous and upsetting it was that they were making me go through all of this and then had the nerve to try and make ME pay for their mistake. I said, “I’m not getting off the phone until you assure me that this money will not disappear from my account in two days.”
When she said she couldn’t assure me that, I repeated my rant. And repeated it. Then I asked to speak to her manager. She said her manager was “busy”. (The branch manager sitting across from me was smiling now.) I said, “I’m not getting off this phone until I speak to your manager.” Then she put me on hold and just as I was telling the branch manager that I would be here a good long while, the sheepish rep got back on the line and said that she’d spoken to her manager and that they were “writing off the amount”.
As I left, with a fax receipt for the two stubs in my hand, I thanked the branch manager for her assistance and patience, calm and smiling.
This whole incident was extremely unlike me – I am nonconfrontational, even meek, in these situations. For some reason, I found some sort of well of self-confidence and demanded what I wanted. I am really proud of myself right now.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:40 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, January 22, 2007
You know who's so cute?
I am.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:34 PM | shower me with attention
I am.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:34 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, January 21, 2007
I can't remember the last time I felt this contented.
Get ready for something shocking, world. At this moment, I officially have...
no complaints.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:05 PM | shower me with attention
Get ready for something shocking, world. At this moment, I officially have...
no complaints.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:05 PM | shower me with attention
Hurray.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:36 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:36 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, January 20, 2007
OK, this is hilarious; this one is uncomfortably amusing.
I miss Usenet.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:51 AM | shower me with attention
I miss Usenet.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:51 AM | shower me with attention
Friday, January 19, 2007
For Christmas, my sister surprised me with tickets to a one-night-only concert performance of Kristen Chenoweth at the Met. Of course, I invited Gina to go with - no one else I know would've appreciated it as much.
She was glorius, Kir, angelic and funny. I even didn't so much mind the operatic stuff she sang. In fact, one piece she sang really surprised me- it was operatic but oddly Sondheim-esque, and I fell in love with it. In fact, I'm off to Google it now, once I find out the name from my program.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:10 PM | shower me with attention
She was glorius, Kir, angelic and funny. I even didn't so much mind the operatic stuff she sang. In fact, one piece she sang really surprised me- it was operatic but oddly Sondheim-esque, and I fell in love with it. In fact, I'm off to Google it now, once I find out the name from my program.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:10 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
I didn't believe Gina when she told me the story of Judy, the housecleaning chimp.
I can't believe it. She scrubbed out the fridge. She cleans better than we do...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:20 PM | shower me with attention
I can't believe it. She scrubbed out the fridge. She cleans better than we do...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:20 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Jiggety jig-jig-jig, jiggety jog-jog-jog!
Good night!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:55 PM | shower me with attention
Good night!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:55 PM | shower me with attention
I can't believe I'm paying for Wifi access in an airport. I am delayed in Philadelphia.
Philadelphia. I could walk home faster than it's gonna take me to wait for this flight. I could sneeze and the spit would hit my front door faster than this flight is going to take.
God damn, and I'm so bored I'm paying to check my email. Like I put down the computer for five minutes while I was away.
This is a disease of addiction.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:46 PM | shower me with attention
Philadelphia. I could walk home faster than it's gonna take me to wait for this flight. I could sneeze and the spit would hit my front door faster than this flight is going to take.
God damn, and I'm so bored I'm paying to check my email. Like I put down the computer for five minutes while I was away.
This is a disease of addiction.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:46 PM | shower me with attention
DAMMIT! I forgot my Sunday New York Times!!!!
Anyone have an untouched crossword puzzle from Sunday's magazine?
Anyone?
Oh god.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:58 AM | shower me with attention
Anyone have an untouched crossword puzzle from Sunday's magazine?
Anyone?
Oh god.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:58 AM | shower me with attention
Let's finish up the travelogue so I can go back to posting about how I can't sleep at night.
Going back in time, Mom and I went to Toontown to spin on the Roger Rabbit ride, which I hadn't seen since I was a kid.
Toontown is scary as fuck; I'd forgotten how much cartoons of the era that it is meant to evoke frighten the hell out of me; everything was surreal and Fleischer-esque and Roger Rabbit's Toontown Spin From Hell is the very scariest ride there is at Disneyland; nightmarish, can't-sleep-clown'll-eat-me fun.
I don't remember being nearly this frightened the first time I rode this, at the tender age of 15. Maybe one really has to have one's blood chemistry completely altered by antidepressants to find Toontown as frightening and depressing as I do, but there you have it. A little-known side effect of Effexor: Toons will fuck you up.
Why aren't children more frightened by things like fish floating in tanks of gasoline?
Saw some amusing things in the Emporium: one, Chip and Dale in their gay wedding tuxedos, married at last. (They must've gone to Massachusetts.)
Also, remind me to go on a rant later about the Bratz-ification of the Disney princesses. I know I have way more to say about Disney princesses than adult, heterosexual women without offspring should, but come on.
Anyhow.
Also rode the Matterhorn; I've been having dreams about riding the Matterhorn, and reality was exactly like them, so I guess I hadn't forgotten it as much as I'd thought.
We did, in fact, manage to hit almost everything Disneyland has that our "home base" doesn't, so I'm satisfied.
Today we slept in, had a family blowout, and then I rolled into Tomorrowland to catch up on my Space Mountain. There's some sort of bizarre Red Hot Chili Peppers overlay that is both incredibly cheesy and oddly exhilarating. I was pleased. Waiting on the line, I did some sudoku, and scribbled this on the back page:
Dryblog 1/15/07 1:40 PM Line to Sp Mt.
I am cursed - they just announced a 10-minute delay due to technical difficulties as I wait in line for Space Mountain.
Rides that have broken as I've waited/and or ridden on them this trip:
Toad
Matterhorn
Space Mountain
Monorail
What up? Am I cursed? Too bad it didn't stop while I was on it - that would trump a Toad evacuation any day!
Later on, we headed back to California Adventure and watched the Aladdin show. Stage shows in theme parks are dumb. This one was fairly impressive - dumb, but in a big, Broadway-style theatre, with life-sized elephant puppets and up-to-date references. (Genie to Jafar: "Wait a minute, I know you -- bad attitude, walks with a stick... are you on that show House?" and "You're so mean that on Myspace, even Tom won't be your friend!")
Tomorrow we spend about 9 hours traveling back home. That's at least 3 hours too many, but thanks to a useless stopover in Philadelphia, from which, Mom points out, we can practically walk home, it will be an all-day extravaganza.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:32 AM | shower me with attention
Going back in time, Mom and I went to Toontown to spin on the Roger Rabbit ride, which I hadn't seen since I was a kid.
Toontown is scary as fuck; I'd forgotten how much cartoons of the era that it is meant to evoke frighten the hell out of me; everything was surreal and Fleischer-esque and Roger Rabbit's Toontown Spin From Hell is the very scariest ride there is at Disneyland; nightmarish, can't-sleep-clown'll-eat-me fun.
I don't remember being nearly this frightened the first time I rode this, at the tender age of 15. Maybe one really has to have one's blood chemistry completely altered by antidepressants to find Toontown as frightening and depressing as I do, but there you have it. A little-known side effect of Effexor: Toons will fuck you up.
Why aren't children more frightened by things like fish floating in tanks of gasoline?
Saw some amusing things in the Emporium: one, Chip and Dale in their gay wedding tuxedos, married at last. (They must've gone to Massachusetts.)
Also, remind me to go on a rant later about the Bratz-ification of the Disney princesses. I know I have way more to say about Disney princesses than adult, heterosexual women without offspring should, but come on.
Anyhow.
Also rode the Matterhorn; I've been having dreams about riding the Matterhorn, and reality was exactly like them, so I guess I hadn't forgotten it as much as I'd thought.
We did, in fact, manage to hit almost everything Disneyland has that our "home base" doesn't, so I'm satisfied.
Today we slept in, had a family blowout, and then I rolled into Tomorrowland to catch up on my Space Mountain. There's some sort of bizarre Red Hot Chili Peppers overlay that is both incredibly cheesy and oddly exhilarating. I was pleased. Waiting on the line, I did some sudoku, and scribbled this on the back page:
Dryblog 1/15/07 1:40 PM Line to Sp Mt.
I am cursed - they just announced a 10-minute delay due to technical difficulties as I wait in line for Space Mountain.
Rides that have broken as I've waited/and or ridden on them this trip:
Toad
Matterhorn
Space Mountain
Monorail
What up? Am I cursed? Too bad it didn't stop while I was on it - that would trump a Toad evacuation any day!
Later on, we headed back to California Adventure and watched the Aladdin show. Stage shows in theme parks are dumb. This one was fairly impressive - dumb, but in a big, Broadway-style theatre, with life-sized elephant puppets and up-to-date references. (Genie to Jafar: "Wait a minute, I know you -- bad attitude, walks with a stick... are you on that show House?" and "You're so mean that on Myspace, even Tom won't be your friend!")
Tomorrow we spend about 9 hours traveling back home. That's at least 3 hours too many, but thanks to a useless stopover in Philadelphia, from which, Mom points out, we can practically walk home, it will be an all-day extravaganza.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:32 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, January 14, 2007
The greatest thing happened: Dad and I were on my beloved, long-missed "Mr Toad's Wild Ride" - that wonderful, old darkhouse-style Fantasyland ride that was displaced in "my" Magic Kingdom by the Winnie the Pooh ride-- Dad and I were riding through, and the cars stopped. This is not unusual; usually it means someone in a wheelchair is boarding. Not this time, though. This time, they immediately told us that a cast member would be helping us shortly. Soon a girl came through with a flashlight and unlocked us from our motorcars; a line of amused-looking people were trooping behind her.
Thus followed our Evacuation from Toad Hall! I got pictures. This is a Disney Geek's dream come true, to have to climb over buggies and squeeze past cut-outs in a well-lit darkhouse ride area; to step, squinting, into the daylight after experiencing a long-beloved ride in a way few guests get to. The whole experience lasted all of five minutes, but it was, by far, the biggest part of my day.
Awe-freaking-some.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:40 PM | shower me with attention
Thus followed our Evacuation from Toad Hall! I got pictures. This is a Disney Geek's dream come true, to have to climb over buggies and squeeze past cut-outs in a well-lit darkhouse ride area; to step, squinting, into the daylight after experiencing a long-beloved ride in a way few guests get to. The whole experience lasted all of five minutes, but it was, by far, the biggest part of my day.
Awe-freaking-some.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:40 PM | shower me with attention
Dryblog
Traveling with my parents:
Dad gets up to let Mom out of the middle seat to use the lav. When she returns to her seat, he takes her hand and says affectionately, "Mrs. Frodo."
"There was no Mrs. Frodo," Mom corrects him, picking up her book, "Sam was taken."
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Brrrrrr! Cold snap! It's 68 degrees in Washington DC and 29 degrees in Los Angeles! I bought Mom a fleece jacket with a little Bambi and Thumper embroidered on it. She's a cutie.
We rode Soarin' twice (to make up for missing it last time I was in Epcot.) California Adventure is cute; it's a little like MGM and a little like Animal Kingdom and a little like the Boardwalk and something completely different, as well.
We're staying at the Disney's Grand California Hotel, which is a lot like Wilderness Lodge at WDW-- it's sort of Wilderness Lodge West, but with a lot more Mission-style decor. It's good to stay at a lodge-y place in cold weather.
I said I wasn't interested in lamps this time, but I've already taken about fifty pictures of lamps. Dammit. I'm an obsessive person.
I paid tribute to Flik at the Bugland place, or whatever it's called, and I watched the Whoopi Goldberg Experience (it's really called "Golden Dreams" or something, about the history of California, and it was oddly depressing.) I saw Colin Mochrie (!) and Rosie O'Donnell in a show about sourdough bread. A show about sourdough bread, that is correct. Mom and I froze our asses off at the top of that big Ferris Wheel and gave the operator such a pleading, teeth-chattering look that she let us out early.
Queen-sized bed to myself. Queen-sized bed to myself. Queen-sized bed to myself. My snobbish superiority complex has disappeared; I squealed like a puppy when I saw the castle and can scarcely wait until morning, when we go to Disneyland proper.
We went to Sephora in Downtown Disney, since I hadn't packed any toiletries and the hotel shop was limited, and the woman who rung me up told me I have perfect skin. (Tavie flashes a toothy grin at this point.)
We're all very sleepy people. Dad isn't being too bad but if he steps out of line once more (by which I mean raises his voice in public), I will not ride the Snow White ride with him.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:54 AM | shower me with attention
Traveling with my parents:
Dad gets up to let Mom out of the middle seat to use the lav. When she returns to her seat, he takes her hand and says affectionately, "Mrs. Frodo."
"There was no Mrs. Frodo," Mom corrects him, picking up her book, "Sam was taken."
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Brrrrrr! Cold snap! It's 68 degrees in Washington DC and 29 degrees in Los Angeles! I bought Mom a fleece jacket with a little Bambi and Thumper embroidered on it. She's a cutie.
We rode Soarin' twice (to make up for missing it last time I was in Epcot.) California Adventure is cute; it's a little like MGM and a little like Animal Kingdom and a little like the Boardwalk and something completely different, as well.
We're staying at the Disney's Grand California Hotel, which is a lot like Wilderness Lodge at WDW-- it's sort of Wilderness Lodge West, but with a lot more Mission-style decor. It's good to stay at a lodge-y place in cold weather.
I said I wasn't interested in lamps this time, but I've already taken about fifty pictures of lamps. Dammit. I'm an obsessive person.
I paid tribute to Flik at the Bugland place, or whatever it's called, and I watched the Whoopi Goldberg Experience (it's really called "Golden Dreams" or something, about the history of California, and it was oddly depressing.) I saw Colin Mochrie (!) and Rosie O'Donnell in a show about sourdough bread. A show about sourdough bread, that is correct. Mom and I froze our asses off at the top of that big Ferris Wheel and gave the operator such a pleading, teeth-chattering look that she let us out early.
Queen-sized bed to myself. Queen-sized bed to myself. Queen-sized bed to myself. My snobbish superiority complex has disappeared; I squealed like a puppy when I saw the castle and can scarcely wait until morning, when we go to Disneyland proper.
We went to Sephora in Downtown Disney, since I hadn't packed any toiletries and the hotel shop was limited, and the woman who rung me up told me I have perfect skin. (Tavie flashes a toothy grin at this point.)
We're all very sleepy people. Dad isn't being too bad but if he steps out of line once more (by which I mean raises his voice in public), I will not ride the Snow White ride with him.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:54 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, January 11, 2007
When did I lose my ability to spell????
I spelled "traveling" incorrectly below (I fixed that), and then I capitalized "my Dad" (it should be "Dad" or "my dad") and didn't capitalize "West". Wait, I think I was okay with that, it would be "West" if I'd said "in the West", but I said "to the west", which means it was a direction, not a region.
Of course, I meant to say "in the West", so I've lost my grammar, as well.
Hold me.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:55 PM | shower me with attention
I spelled "traveling" incorrectly below (I fixed that), and then I capitalized "my Dad" (it should be "Dad" or "my dad") and didn't capitalize "West". Wait, I think I was okay with that, it would be "West" if I'd said "in the West", but I said "to the west", which means it was a direction, not a region.
Of course, I meant to say "in the West", so I've lost my grammar, as well.
Hold me.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:55 PM | shower me with attention
Tomorrow night I go to my parents' place after work; Saturday we go to Disneyland.
That's Disneyland; the inferior older sister to the west. My mom planned it months ago, talked me into taking a day off work, finally got me to agree to let her buy me a plane ticket, and then, when it was too late to back out of what I thought would be a mother-daughter vacation, invited my Dad to come.
(If you could see me right now, and if I had bangs, I would be blowing my bangs out of my eyes in a resigned manner at this moment.)
It's not that I don't love him, but traveling with my father is like traveling with an extremely immature toddler. They already know that I will not be eating in any sit-down restaurants where he's present; that's non-negotiable.
Otherwise, there's no use being a brat about a free trip to Disneyland, so I intend to enjoy myself.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:36 PM | shower me with attention
That's Disneyland; the inferior older sister to the west. My mom planned it months ago, talked me into taking a day off work, finally got me to agree to let her buy me a plane ticket, and then, when it was too late to back out of what I thought would be a mother-daughter vacation, invited my Dad to come.
(If you could see me right now, and if I had bangs, I would be blowing my bangs out of my eyes in a resigned manner at this moment.)
It's not that I don't love him, but traveling with my father is like traveling with an extremely immature toddler. They already know that I will not be eating in any sit-down restaurants where he's present; that's non-negotiable.
Otherwise, there's no use being a brat about a free trip to Disneyland, so I intend to enjoy myself.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:36 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
I was Googling* the lyrics to "Ray" by my favorite singer, you know who I mean, and I came across this rather amusing academic paper on Aimee's use of gendered language in her lyrics. It's fun, but for the following lyric:
Ladies and Gentlemen
Here’s exhibit A
Didn’t I try again?
And did the effort pay?
Wouldn’t a smarter man
Simply walk away?
(from “Nothing is Good Enough,” copyright 1999 SuperEgo Records)
Did anyone else ever hear that "smarter man" lyric as "smarter Mann"?
Do I over think this?
Anyway, this is what I was looking for:
And Ray, can we repay
Ourselves for days that we’ve
Lost through indecision
With one of recognition
If so, then here I go
‘Cause some things you know
And some you just believe in
And hope it comes out even
(from “Ray,” copyright 1996 Geffen Records)
I've been listening to this song a lot lately.
*BAM! Verbified again! Way to erode the value of the brand! Take that, Google!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:52 PM | shower me with attention
Ladies and Gentlemen
Here’s exhibit A
Didn’t I try again?
And did the effort pay?
Wouldn’t a smarter man
Simply walk away?
(from “Nothing is Good Enough,” copyright 1999 SuperEgo Records)
Did anyone else ever hear that "smarter man" lyric as "smarter Mann"?
Do I over think this?
Anyway, this is what I was looking for:
And Ray, can we repay
Ourselves for days that we’ve
Lost through indecision
With one of recognition
If so, then here I go
‘Cause some things you know
And some you just believe in
And hope it comes out even
(from “Ray,” copyright 1996 Geffen Records)
I've been listening to this song a lot lately.
*BAM! Verbified again! Way to erode the value of the brand! Take that, Google!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:52 PM | shower me with attention
Oh my god BUY ME THIS NOW.
I was going to suggest the name/art as the title/cover for J's band's latest album, but I didn't think I'd actually find that...
Really. I want it.
Doooood. I want.
These too!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:12 PM | shower me with attention
I was going to suggest the name/art as the title/cover for J's band's latest album, but I didn't think I'd actually find that...
Really. I want it.
Doooood. I want.
These too!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:12 PM | shower me with attention
This is getting real damn old.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:43 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:43 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, January 08, 2007
All anyone could talk about when I got to work this morning was the overpowering gas smell that was making everyone feel queasy. Oblivious as I am to most odors, I was nevertheless mildly concerned as email after email arrived from Human Resources reassuring us that it was being investigated and if necessary any evacuation procedures would be posted.
I even got a concerned text message from Atlanta Steve about it!
It is true that I felt light-headed by afternoon, but I can almost guarantee you that was due to the incredibly slight amount of calories I took in all day until, desperate, I ran down to the grocery store and bought a low-carb protein bar and a container of cottage cheese.
I like vegetable soup, but lack of protein + potential enormous gas leak makes me woozy...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:08 PM | shower me with attention
I even got a concerned text message from Atlanta Steve about it!
It is true that I felt light-headed by afternoon, but I can almost guarantee you that was due to the incredibly slight amount of calories I took in all day until, desperate, I ran down to the grocery store and bought a low-carb protein bar and a container of cottage cheese.
I like vegetable soup, but lack of protein + potential enormous gas leak makes me woozy...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:08 PM | shower me with attention
Stolen from Goose's blog and reposted here for Gina: Click the link.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:06 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:06 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Is it weird to find Gary Sinise sexy?
Whatever, I don't care.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:55 PM | shower me with attention
Whatever, I don't care.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:55 PM | shower me with attention
Buy me this.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:44 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:44 PM | shower me with attention
Who wants to come see Pan's Labyrinth with me?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:41 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:41 PM | shower me with attention
I don't want to jinx it, but I've been eating properly, and I lost five pounds this week.
Despite my work stress and illness, my social self has been unusually happy this week. Also, I got a raise at work. And... well... nice things are happening. Things I need and enjoy.
Perhaps 2007 will not suck.
...
Woah, I'm jinxing it. Um... okay, the world is ending, it's 70 degrees out and that means that we're hurtling towards the sun and we're all gonna burst into flames any moment, and plus, I am still a really annoying person who's at least 70 pounds overweight and has no goals for the future.
Ahhh, that's better. This optimism can't be normal.
Perhaps I shoud just enjoy it while it lasts?
By the way, New Year's faerie isn't coming down until I get off my posterior and take the Christmas decorations in my apartment down. So there, lazybones.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:05 AM | shower me with attention
Despite my work stress and illness, my social self has been unusually happy this week. Also, I got a raise at work. And... well... nice things are happening. Things I need and enjoy.
Perhaps 2007 will not suck.
...
Woah, I'm jinxing it. Um... okay, the world is ending, it's 70 degrees out and that means that we're hurtling towards the sun and we're all gonna burst into flames any moment, and plus, I am still a really annoying person who's at least 70 pounds overweight and has no goals for the future.
Ahhh, that's better. This optimism can't be normal.
Perhaps I shoud just enjoy it while it lasts?
By the way, New Year's faerie isn't coming down until I get off my posterior and take the Christmas decorations in my apartment down. So there, lazybones.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:05 AM | shower me with attention
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Ladies and gentlemen, today is January 6, 2007.
On this January 6th, it is currently 70 degrees Farenheit in Jersey City.
I'm sweating, here.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:38 PM | shower me with attention
On this January 6th, it is currently 70 degrees Farenheit in Jersey City.
I'm sweating, here.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:38 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Most stressful day ever. I was crying at my desk at one point. I am one giant ache.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:08 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:08 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Me not going straight home from work TWO nights in a row! Go me. I'm great. So social. Such a butterfly.
Actually, Goose is great. I had dinner at her (mom's) house in Hoboken tonight. I almost didn't go because I've been alternately freezing and burning since last night, but was too stupid to understand why until about 10 o'clock this morning. Oh, fever. I never get fever. I didn't recognize it. It made my day interesting. I think it's gone now. I still feel weird. Everything hurts. Today hurt. I can't catch up at work and I'm buried and it makes me tense and unhappy all day long and I can't catch up and I can't make everyone happy and it's much worse when you're freezing and burning and freezing and burning.
Actually, at Goose's house I didn't feel bad at all. It must've been the company. Or the lemon chicken, which is, as she pointed out, a step away from chicken soup, and that's good medicine.
She gave me presents. I gave her, quite possibly, a case of the flu.
I like to spread this love whenever possible.
Oh, everyone's gone now. Holidays are over. Kirsten's gone. Erin's gone. Goose's gone soon. They all went home. Remember when everyone lived here?
Why do people go away?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:40 PM | shower me with attention
Actually, Goose is great. I had dinner at her (mom's) house in Hoboken tonight. I almost didn't go because I've been alternately freezing and burning since last night, but was too stupid to understand why until about 10 o'clock this morning. Oh, fever. I never get fever. I didn't recognize it. It made my day interesting. I think it's gone now. I still feel weird. Everything hurts. Today hurt. I can't catch up at work and I'm buried and it makes me tense and unhappy all day long and I can't catch up and I can't make everyone happy and it's much worse when you're freezing and burning and freezing and burning.
Actually, at Goose's house I didn't feel bad at all. It must've been the company. Or the lemon chicken, which is, as she pointed out, a step away from chicken soup, and that's good medicine.
She gave me presents. I gave her, quite possibly, a case of the flu.
I like to spread this love whenever possible.
Oh, everyone's gone now. Holidays are over. Kirsten's gone. Erin's gone. Goose's gone soon. They all went home. Remember when everyone lived here?
Why do people go away?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:40 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, January 01, 2007
