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Friday, November 23, 2007
Happy birthday, Cheryl. I love you. Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:59 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, November 22, 2007
I sincerely hope that whoever is reading this is spending today in the company of family, friends and/or loved ones, in person or virtually. Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:05 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Joy, babies, rapture! Mom says my new phone will be here in 2 business days! (Monday?)
Huzzah! I've almost forgotten what it's like to be connected.
Tonight I follow Steph home from work for Thanksgiving in Staten Island. In a couple hours my parents are on a plane to Budapest. My aunt will be at a friend's house, and my sister, of course, in Kashiwazaki. But I'll think of them all when we see Santa at the end of the Macy's parade, for it means that Christmas will have begun.
Also: Pena gave me a pair of jeans that don't fit her. They're some weird juniors size, at least a size and a half smaller than I wear - they fit perfectly. Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:14 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, November 19, 2007
Did no one but Gina notice my substituting "Thanksgiving" for "Christmas" not once, but twice, below?
Irish don't have Thanksgivings, sillies. Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:25 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, November 18, 2007
I have a mystery for you all to solve.
About 3 months ago I took some pictures of myself with my (now dead) cell phone at the beach. At the time, I tried to upload them to my Flickr account but the transfer never went through.
My cell phone has been dead for the past few weeks and as far as I can remember, I never transferred the pictures to any other device.
All of a sudden, out of nowhere, two of them are on my Flickr page, showing an upload date of November 13. I know I didn't do that. Could the transfer just have taken... three months... to go through?
Whaaaaaaa....? Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:13 PM | shower me with attention
How the HELL did I not know that Stephen Trask wrote the original score for the movie version of Dreamgirls?
I luff him. Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:00 PM | shower me with attention
My friend Bill showed me AIMFight.com, where you can see how popular you are with regards to Buddy Lists - it scores you based on how many people currently logged onto AIM/AOL have you on their buddy list, factoring their popularity into your final score.
So far I've been AIM-fighting almost everyone I can think of, and I win, win, win. A lot of people have me on their buddy lists.
Good thing I rarely use AIM anymore.
eta: sarah kills me dead, though. At this moment, I'm 1696 to her 3555. She is an internet goddess. Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:05 PM | shower me with attention
Happy Pre-Throgsgrafen. I had a Thanksgiving dinner tonight with those members of my family that reside in the Western Hemisphere. The four of us gobbled my mom's excellent feast and planned for Christmas.
We've settled on this year's theme and menu: Irish Thanksgiving, Gina's idea. I did some web research on Thanksgiving (we are none of us remotely Irish, you understand.) The traditions seem to revolve around boring turkey and ham and been-done plum pudding and fruitcake. I did some digging around for alternates and came up with a menu that will please us: Potato leek soup, roasted Irish lamb, colcannon, roasted root veggies and brussels sprouts. Dessert will be trickier; TJ thought of ice cream with Bailey's Irish cream drizzled on top, and that works for me. I can't abide fruitcake. Our Christmases aren't about authenticity, just "theme". My mom suggests this film as our entertainment, its Joycian gloominess balanced out by the usual fare.
As for today's turkey feast - oy. I fasted all day in preparation, and ate a fairly reasonable amount. My new nemesis is roasted fingerling potatoes. Mom did this thing with garlic and rock salt and... god... it was so good, you guys. So, so, good.
Parents are off to Budapest on Wednesday; Thursday I'll join the Apells for Thanksgiving Part Deux. I'm trying hard to eat wisely. Honest. Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:52 PM | shower me with attention
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