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I finally posted a bit on Softcom and it's nostalgiariffic. Reminisce with me.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:41 PM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Me during Lost tonight:

"Who is that? Gina, who is that? I know her. Where do I know her from? She is so familiar as to be maddening. Gina. Who is that? Who is she?"

...

"DATA'S MOM!!!!!"

Labels: busted, geek test

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:44 PM | shower me with attention

Have fun.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:45 PM | shower me with attention

It snowed and I don't have boots. In fact, all I have to wear to work are Mary Janes, and one of them has a hole in it.

This puts me in mind of a song:

Cold Feets
Cold Feets

Brother you got cold feets
You can make 'dem
Cold feets hot
With little rhythm

Young Feets
Old Feets
Can be uncontrolled feets
Rhythm make 'dem
Cold feets trot
Down the aisle

Frosty arches
They can learn to swing
Icy toes can jive
Wedding marches
Played in ragtime swing
Make frigid soles come alive
And take that dive!

Cold feets, shmold feets
Turn 'em into bold feets
Rhythm make them cold feets
Hot!
(lyrics by Lisa Lambert)

Et cetera et cetera et cetera.

Labels: frostbite, Insomnia, vaguely racist showtunes

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:03 AM | shower me with attention

Ah, damn. It's snowing and I ain't sleeping.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:00 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, February 12, 2007

Gina just won her first game of chess. It was her first game against me, and her second game ever.

I am pleased to be able to offer her this sense of accomplishment. She thinks I threw the game, but I honestly didn't. I am just that bad at strategy games.

Plus I've had no coffee today, as punishment for not going to work because of my painful, bloody sinuses.

But Cheryl brought me saline spray (thanks, sarah) and the sinuses feel much better. The head still pounds and the King still falls, though.

Gina is a master of strateeeegery.

Labels: "chess nuts", "the mighty pawn", dumb, strategery

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

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Tante Joan got it in her head to have choucroute, which she hadn't tasted in years. This is a favorite dish of my parents, and I've eaten it at least once a year with them, but an occasion for free food is not one to be overlooked, so I accepted the invitation. When Gina heard of my plans for today, she grew more excited than I would have imagined (who's even heard of "choucroute"?) and thus, the invitation was extended to her as well.

Which is how Gina found herself in my aunt's Brooklyn Heights apartment today, learning to play chess from my dad.

Dad taught me chess when I was a kid, and I know the rules, but I find the game too difficult to play. I tend to feel as if I'm in an actual combat situation, and the pressure is too much - my heart beats fast, my palms get sweaty, I agonize over every pawn; it's not worth it.

The chess lesson inspired much talk of Wizard's Chess, which is why I find myself this evening lounging on the futon with my roomies, watching Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone for at least the third time in the last couple of months.

I love us.

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