The party was fun. There will be pictures. I'm not sure exactly what of, but my camera is full.
I learned an important lesson about mixing rec meds and alcohol, the lesson being a 12 hour will not be through the system enough in 4 hours. So, I'm a little retarded.
Today there was whist and Gloria's. The only better combination imaginable would have been herb's and whist like the olden days, but there was no such luck.
I subjected my poor tattered mind to all three gangi boys for lunch. Aaron hadn't changed from last night yet, but the other two were in good shape. Dave Sims came to play with us. I fed him soup and we took what would have been two series if we were counting it that way. I had a sweet low non no good hand that we almost pulled a whist with. If Dave had had the 3 of spades, it would have been the 14 points, but alas, Matthew knows me to well and we only took 10.
If you understood that, we should play cards sometime.
Summary: I finally understand Dave Attel's Comedy and there nothing that can't be cured by a steak tip sub.
27 November 2005
23 November 2005
The swarm
I am constantly having moments where I find out a trivial piece of information about someone and just sit there going, "what was I thinking?" or "How did that kid ever end up in my life?" Honestly, I don't know how I know some of the people I know and how it is that I came to know them. And I guess by how in that sentence, I mean why.
Why do I know these people?
Coincidence.
On what I swear is a completely different topic, My life has become inundated with Scotts as of this week. My favorite, by far, is the tapdancing, swashbuckling Scott.
Tomorrow is my favorite holiday. If I make it through without hurling, I will be proud. You ought to be as well. I have two meals in under 3 hours that I have to be at. I need to honor my blood.
Party is on Saturday. Shute will not be there. I had a crazy moment when he told me. I'll probably go visit him in a couple of weeks. We'll get hammered and I can be his resident smart friend.
Sunday there will be whist, or so help me, blood will be shed. I miss honing my skills in the art of reading signals and faces as well as having chapstick ducttaped under a table next to the extra set of cards. The nostalgia of it, however, does not take me like some people I know and I would not go back forever, but settle to have a regular game set up.
Use broad and slam pig more.
Why do I know these people?
Coincidence.
On what I swear is a completely different topic, My life has become inundated with Scotts as of this week. My favorite, by far, is the tapdancing, swashbuckling Scott.
Tomorrow is my favorite holiday. If I make it through without hurling, I will be proud. You ought to be as well. I have two meals in under 3 hours that I have to be at. I need to honor my blood.
Party is on Saturday. Shute will not be there. I had a crazy moment when he told me. I'll probably go visit him in a couple of weeks. We'll get hammered and I can be his resident smart friend.
Sunday there will be whist, or so help me, blood will be shed. I miss honing my skills in the art of reading signals and faces as well as having chapstick ducttaped under a table next to the extra set of cards. The nostalgia of it, however, does not take me like some people I know and I would not go back forever, but settle to have a regular game set up.
Use broad and slam pig more.
21 November 2005
Late night TV and movie previews.
This weekend I saw Walk the Line and Harry Potter, both of which were phenomenal movies up until the last scene. I didn't feel like my time was wasted (I didn't pay for either, but they hit the almost 3 hour mark, so time is a factor).
Most importantly, there is a movie coming out about penguins that tapdance to hip hop.
ANYONE who knows the history knows how excited (and slightly pathetic because of the levels of excitement) that makes me.
Secondly, Blind Date. Personally, I like Elimidate better, but I completely forgot about the hall of same that Blind Date offers. So, at 4 this morning, there I was laughing out loud alone in my room at Roger Dodge and the therapist.
Heretofore in my family, the term "play date" has been changed to "Scheduled socialization time" because 11 year olds do not go on play dates and they definitely do not like referring to their food as tiny animal... She's almost at the age.
Most importantly, there is a movie coming out about penguins that tapdance to hip hop.
ANYONE who knows the history knows how excited (and slightly pathetic because of the levels of excitement) that makes me.
Secondly, Blind Date. Personally, I like Elimidate better, but I completely forgot about the hall of same that Blind Date offers. So, at 4 this morning, there I was laughing out loud alone in my room at Roger Dodge and the therapist.
Heretofore in my family, the term "play date" has been changed to "Scheduled socialization time" because 11 year olds do not go on play dates and they definitely do not like referring to their food as tiny animal... She's almost at the age.
18 November 2005
I try desperately not to be a music snob. I know a lot, I like a lot, and I can find a positive for just about every song.
I do, however, have two major pet peeves when it comes to music snobbery:
1. People who say, "No one listens to the same music I do." If no one else listened to it, they wouldn't be making it. And unless you're creating your own Yoko-style howlings/found object instrumentals and recording them, someone else is making it.
2. People who harass me about what I'm listening to or am in love with at the moment and then pop up with it in their myspace profile eons later. Well, that isn't specific to myspace profile music, but they try to introduce me to my favorite song from 3 months ago. Now I know how my dad felt when I got into Aerosmith like 8 years ago.
By the by, if you have never listened to the Talking Heads, "Road to Nowhere," you ought to. And if you've loved it forever, I'm not trying to tell you I discovered it.
I do, however, have two major pet peeves when it comes to music snobbery:
1. People who say, "No one listens to the same music I do." If no one else listened to it, they wouldn't be making it. And unless you're creating your own Yoko-style howlings/found object instrumentals and recording them, someone else is making it.
2. People who harass me about what I'm listening to or am in love with at the moment and then pop up with it in their myspace profile eons later. Well, that isn't specific to myspace profile music, but they try to introduce me to my favorite song from 3 months ago. Now I know how my dad felt when I got into Aerosmith like 8 years ago.
By the by, if you have never listened to the Talking Heads, "Road to Nowhere," you ought to. And if you've loved it forever, I'm not trying to tell you I discovered it.
16 November 2005
14 November 2005
Your girlfriend could have been an burn victim, an amputee, or a dead body...
Slowly but surely, I am unearthing my bedroom. If I have one major fault in the housekeeping department, it's that I'm a packrat. A horrible, horrible packrat. Today I started on what was, in theory, going to be a reading corner. It has my older-than-god comfy chair, two book shelves, and a mountain of shit that hasn't seen daylight since 1999 (when my bed was in that corner of the room). Cleaning that part of the room is a messy task, physically, emotionally and psychologically.
Long story short and illustrated, I found a ton of amnesia lane things... which will be catalogued, duplicated in file firm, and promptly thrown out. Well, most of them will be promptly thrown out. I mean, who can resist?
I don't remember why, but the I hate Matt Gangi Club had about 43 members. We probably could have applied for funding. By the by, Matthew is one of my best friends. And I don't think anyone hates him. Well, at least no one has ever expressed their hatred of him in front of me, which is smart on their parts, because I'd kick their ass.
Best Amnesia lane quote, I do believe coming form Dan Clinton: "We used to hide under our desks from these people and now they're being taken hostage by chickens..." In reference to either the Russians or Germans.
Long story short and illustrated, I found a ton of amnesia lane things... which will be catalogued, duplicated in file firm, and promptly thrown out. Well, most of them will be promptly thrown out. I mean, who can resist?
I don't remember why, but the I hate Matt Gangi Club had about 43 members. We probably could have applied for funding. By the by, Matthew is one of my best friends. And I don't think anyone hates him. Well, at least no one has ever expressed their hatred of him in front of me, which is smart on their parts, because I'd kick their ass.
Best Amnesia lane quote, I do believe coming form Dan Clinton: "We used to hide under our desks from these people and now they're being taken hostage by chickens..." In reference to either the Russians or Germans.
After some research, the answer to eh posed question is because my mother is using the damned toothbrush. I told her it is unsanitary and gross. Bacteria, bristle decay, so on.
All I learned from this ordeal is that I know a lot of things about seemingly useless topics. i.e. the lifespan of a toothbrush or boycut jeans.
tomorrow is sharona part 2.2.
And, on that note, did anyone else see the end of last nights Simpsons. I hope you thought of me.
Fun things. My mother had surgery on Friday. I figured she has surgery before the weekend, takes some time to heal, goes back to work. On Thursday night, I found out this wasn't the case. Hence, my mother and I are home ALL WEEK together. There is nothing longer and more irritating than a week with my mom and me. We don't talk, we have inquisitions.
I don't like being asked prying questions. I'd rather go about my own business and not have to explain it.
Would a woodchuck actually sound like Dave Coulier?
All I learned from this ordeal is that I know a lot of things about seemingly useless topics. i.e. the lifespan of a toothbrush or boycut jeans.
tomorrow is sharona part 2.2.
And, on that note, did anyone else see the end of last nights Simpsons. I hope you thought of me.
Fun things. My mother had surgery on Friday. I figured she has surgery before the weekend, takes some time to heal, goes back to work. On Thursday night, I found out this wasn't the case. Hence, my mother and I are home ALL WEEK together. There is nothing longer and more irritating than a week with my mom and me. We don't talk, we have inquisitions.
I don't like being asked prying questions. I'd rather go about my own business and not have to explain it.
Would a woodchuck actually sound like Dave Coulier?
09 November 2005
07 November 2005
baby's breath and rubber gloves
Somehow, even though we looked incredible, I managed not to get a picture of Cait, Mere and I at Cait's party. Hence, we have a fairly accurate artist's rendition (meaning I drew it in about 3 minutestime and transposed our heads on the picture).
The party was interesting. A couple of Cait's friends were rubbing me the heinously wrong way, but that's why they're her friends and not mine.
My dreams have gotten stranger and more frequent. Last night I fell asleep watching the simpsons and woke up dripping sweat an hour later after "Abduction Dream 3". Friday night I had a dream about barhopping, 2 Ian Fulletons and slitting the throat of a bad transvestite with a paring knife (in all fairness, s/he was trying to beat me about the face with a hammer).
Prior to that we had former male friend theater, featuring Roger, Scott, Gordon, Ken, My boyfriend from right before college and Dany Wolfe. This is a weeks worth of dreams. I wouldn't have ever gone back to sleep if they were all in one. I think that is my equivalent of the naked test taking dream. They were really mundane dreams about crazy things, but not the norm considering who they are. I mean, Scott was trying to convince a carload of people that he had traded his audi in for the beater Volvo (which he had stolen out of a parking lot at the mall) because it got better gas mileage. It ended up being a hobo's car. It was a very Scott argument, tone and languagewise, there were even accurate hand movements.
If I didn't like sleep so much, I wouldn't do it anymore.
On a lighter note, I had a Sharona encounter. I feel so dirty.
The party was interesting. A couple of Cait's friends were rubbing me the heinously wrong way, but that's why they're her friends and not mine.
My dreams have gotten stranger and more frequent. Last night I fell asleep watching the simpsons and woke up dripping sweat an hour later after "Abduction Dream 3". Friday night I had a dream about barhopping, 2 Ian Fulletons and slitting the throat of a bad transvestite with a paring knife (in all fairness, s/he was trying to beat me about the face with a hammer).
Prior to that we had former male friend theater, featuring Roger, Scott, Gordon, Ken, My boyfriend from right before college and Dany Wolfe. This is a weeks worth of dreams. I wouldn't have ever gone back to sleep if they were all in one. I think that is my equivalent of the naked test taking dream. They were really mundane dreams about crazy things, but not the norm considering who they are. I mean, Scott was trying to convince a carload of people that he had traded his audi in for the beater Volvo (which he had stolen out of a parking lot at the mall) because it got better gas mileage. It ended up being a hobo's car. It was a very Scott argument, tone and languagewise, there were even accurate hand movements.
If I didn't like sleep so much, I wouldn't do it anymore.
On a lighter note, I had a Sharona encounter. I feel so dirty.
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