Last Friday was Jesse’s birthday, so we helped him celebrate by taking a walking tour of some of the bars on Franklin St. Although, now that I think of it, I completely punked out and didn’t buy him a drink for his birthday. Although, now that I think of it for a little longer, I was pretty much dirt poor, and Greg bought my drinks, and Greg bought the first round at Reservoir, so I think it’s alright. If I feel bad about it later, I’ll make him some cookies. Although I think his wife reads this (hi, Sumi!) so maybe I shouldn’t blog that, because now she’ll be expecting cookies. Except I like making cookies, so there. If you are reading this, Sumi, the cookies will most likely happen after we finish moving. Unless, in a fit of packing-fueled frustration, I shirk my responsibilities and make cookies sooner. But I wouldn’t count on it.
Anyway, back to the weekend hijinx. Or lojinx, since I really wasn’t up to much mischief. So the walking tour. We started at Reservoir, and “we” was me, Greg, Sumi, Jesse (haver of the birthday), Michael, and two new cool peeps: Naomi and Laura. After Reservoir, we went to Fuse, where I almost ran into someone from high school. I think she saw and recognized me, but we didn’t say anything to each other because, well, we don’t have anything to say these days. C’est la vie, et ca plein pour moi. I also got some sorry-ass excuse for sweet potato fries at Fuse. I mean, they were okay, and I ate them, but they weren’t mind-blowing. Or mouth-blowing. Or whatever. After Fuse, we went to La Rez – we ran into some people Jesse and Sumi knew, and got sucked into their group. And some nice guy that may or may not have actually known Jesse before that evening (I’m still a little unclear) paid all our covers, and by that time our group had swelled to ten. (Cover was only $2, but still, I thought it was nice.) I was sorely unimpressed with La Rez. Although – and I won’t name any names – apparently it’s possible to pass a jay on their patio/outdoor area without them caring. Also, as I was trying to push my way through the crowd to leave, someone popped me on the ass. Someone I didn’t know. And when I turned around, there were about five guys right around me, so I didn’t know who to slap. Whatever. La Rez was pretty fucking fratty. But at least the people I was with were cool, so it wasn’t a totally miserable experience. After La Rez, we went to Yeats, which was much more my scene. And after Greg finished his drink, we called it an evening because I was nodding off. I managed to drive us home, though, since, thanks to my teeny, weeny tolerance, I was sober. And also thanks to my teeny, weeny tolerance, I had two whole drinks (one at Reservoir, one at Fuse), and managed to carry a pleasant tipsy for most of the evening, but sobered up by driving time. Yeehaw.
Saturday, we slept in, and then packed a little. Actually, I think we’ve got almost all our books packed now (except for rpg books), so…maybe it wasn’t really a “little” packing. We were productive. We’ve still got a ways to go, but hey. Saturday evening, Eric and Eva cooked dinner for us, as a thank you for cat-sitting while they were both gone a couple weeks ago. And it fucking rocked! Fuse needs to take some notes from Eva on how to make a fucking awesome sweet potato french fry. We also had tasty, tasty, tasty marinated and grilled portobellos, un-fucking-believably delicious risotto (it was so hard not to pig out on that), and an awesome salad. If you didn’t know, I’m generally anti-salad. Apparently, the fix for that is to add some avocado and bread “croutons.” (I don’t know what they were – they were like croutons, but not rock hard.) Good to know. Later in the evening, Greg went to Greensboro for James’s birthday party – I stayed home, which turned out to be the right choice since there were only two people we knew at the party (James and his roomie), so I would have been pretty uncomfortable. I meant to make it an early evening, so I could pack some more Sunday, but I was working on that damn sock, and I fucked the heel up. So of course I had to rip it out and do it correctly before I could go to sleep, and I turned in around 2 am.
Sunday, I slept in quite a bit. I woke up a little when Greg got home, but then when back to sleep pretty much immediately, and slept until 1:30 or 2. Then I got up and putzed around until 4, when I went to a different Eric’s house, to discuss my character, since I’m joining the game he runs. It’s…sci-fi, I guess, but it’s neat, and I’m all sorts of excited and nervous about it. I got home at 7:30 with a whopping headache, though, and went to bed early instead of going over to Jesse and Sumi’s with Greg to watch The Sopranos. I think they sent the dvd with Greg, though, so I can catch up. Oh and yesterday I bound off the sock, but I did it too tightly, so I’ve got to rework that. What is it with me and binding off tightly? Yeesh.
Wednesday! Wednesday! Wednesday! We close! ARGH! SO! EXCITED! I just feel like jumping all over the place, all the time, pretty much.
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The Music Outfitters meme, thanks to Winter Morning.
You put the year you graduated high school in the search box, and copy and paste the top 100 songs from that year. Then bold the songs you like, and strike through the ones you don’t. Simple enough. Let’s watch me murdalize this list. I’m also striking through the shit I just don’t know.
1. Too Close, Next
2. The Boy Is Mine, Brandy and Monica
3. You’re Still The One, Shania Twain
4. Truly Madly Deeply, Savage Garden
5. How Do I Live, LeAnn Rimes
6. Together Again, Janet
7. All My Life, K-Ci and JoJo
8. Candle In The Wind 1997, Elton John
9. Nice and Slow, Usher
10. I Don’t Want To Wait, Paula Cole
11. How’s It Going To Be, Third Eye Blind
12. No, No, No, Destiny’s Child
13. My Heart Will Go On, Celine Dion
14. Gettin’ Jiggy Wit, Will Smith
15. You Make Me Wanna…, Usher
16. My Way, Usher
17. My All, Mariah Carey
18. The First Night, Monica
19. Been Around The World, Puff Daddy and The Family
20. Adia, Sarah McLachlan
21. Crush, Jennifer Paige
22. Everybody (Backstreet’s Back), Backstreet Boys
23. I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing, Aerosmith
24. Body Bumpin Yippie-Yi-Yo, Public Announcement
25. This Kiss, Faith Hill (I know, right. It’s that fucking Practical Magic scene. Gets me every time, because I am so cheesmo.)
26. I Don’t Ever Want To See You Again, Uncle Sam
27. Let’s Ride, Montell Jordan
28. Sex And Candy, Marcy Playground
29. Show Me Love, Robyn
30. A Song For Mama, Boyz II Men
31. What You Want, Mase
32. Frozen, Madonna
33. Gone Till November, Wyclef Jean
34. My Body, Lsg
35. Tubthumping, Chumbawamba
36. Deja Vu (Uptown Baby), Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz
37. I Want You Back, ‘N Sync
38. When The Lights Go Out, Five
39. They Don’t Know, Jon B.
40. Make Em’ Say Uhh!, Master P
41. Make It Hot, Nicole Featuring Missy “Misdemeanor” Elliott and Mocha
42. Never Eve, All Saints
43. I Get Lonely, Janet
44. Feel So Good, Mase
45. Say It, Voices Of Theory
46. Kiss The Rain, Billie Myers
47. Come With Me, Puff Daddy
48. Romeo And Juliet, Sylk-E Fyne
49. It’s All About Me, Mya and Sisqo
50. I Will Come To You, Hanson
51. One Week, Barenaked Ladies
52. Swing My Way, K.P. and Envyi
53. The Arms Of The One Who Loves You, Xscape
54. My Love Is The Shhh!, Somethin’ For The People
55. Daydreamin’, Tatyana Ali (By the way, is this the same Tatyana Ali that was on Fresh Prince? That *was* her name, right?)
56. We’re Not Making Love No More, Dru Hill
57. Semi-Charmed Life, Third Eye Blind
58. I Do, Lisa Loeb
59. Lookin’ At Me, Mase
60. Looking Through Your Eyes, LeAnn Rimes
61. Lately, Divine
62. Quit Playing Games (With My Heart), Backstreet Boys
63. I Still Love You, Next
64. Time After Time, Inoj
65. Are You Jimmy Ray?, Jimmy Ray
66. Cruel Summer, Ace Of Base
67. I Got The Hook Up!, Master P
68. Victory, Puff Daddy and The Family
69. Too Much, Spice Girls
70. Ghetto Supastar (That Is What You Are), Pras Feat. Ol’ Dirty Bastard and Mya
71. How Deep Is Your Love, Dru Hill Featuring Redman
72. Friend Of Mine, Kelly Price
73. Turn It Up [Remix] / Fire It Up, Busta Rhymes
74. I’ll Be, Edwin McCain
75. Ray Of Light, Madonna (Eh. I’m okay with it.)
76. All For You, Sister Hazel
77. Touch It, Monifah
78. Money, Power and Respect, Lox
79. Bitter Sweet Symphony, The Verve (Eh.)
80. Dangerous, Busta Rhymes
81. Spice Up Your Life, Spice Girls
82. Because Of You, 98 Degrees
83. The Mummers’ Dance, Loreena McKennitt
84. All Cried Out, Allure Featuring 112
85. Still Not A Player, Big Punisher Featuring Joe
86. The One I Gave My Heart To, Aaliyah
87. Foolish Games / You Were Meant For Me, Jewel (Eh. Every once in a blue moon.)
88. Love You Down, Inoj
89. Do For Love, 2Pac
90. Raise The Roof, Luke
91. Heaven, Nu Flavor
92. The Party Continues, Jd
93. Sock It 2 Me, Missy “Misdemeanor” Elliott Featuring Da Brat
94. Butta Love, Next
95. A Rose Is Still A Rose, Aretha Franklin
96. 4 Seasons Of Loneliness, Boyz II Men
97. Father, LL Cool J
98. Thinkin’ Bout It, Gerald Levert
99. Nobody’s Supposed To Be Here, Deborah Cox
100. Westside, TQ
And of the ones I didn’t strike…I mean, I guess they’re alright. They’re definitely not my favoritest songs ever, and I rarely listen to them. If they were on the radio station, which I rarely listen to these days, I wouldn’t change. All this list really indicates is 1-how little I listen/listened to the radio, and 2-that when I do listen to the radio, and in spite of my questionable taste in music, I’m still a picky little bitch.
I just set up power and water for our house! It’s really happening! Squee!
Happy sixth anniversary to me and Greg! I’ve got him in my clutches, and he’s never getting free. Muhahahahahah!
Jen sent me this link (before I went to American Leftist and read about it there, too). Pat Robertson is fucking crazy. How does he get to run off at the mouth like that? The mind reels.
Why haven’t I been reading the Knitty blog? I totally want a Mimi Verylong. I even know what yarn I’d want: Ellyn Cooper’s Canasta in Pagoda. That is a hot colorway right there. HOT.
The little elephant started its training again this morning around 7:00, and woke us up. At 7:30, Greg went upstairs and had a little chat with our neighbor. Turns out, it was our upstairs neighbor’s two and a half year old grandson, who has been visiting recently.
I was very impressed with Greg for taking care of it without batting an eye – I didn’t want to go up myself, since we hadn’t yet met our neighbor, and it could have been a total loon. And I swear it sounded like a 500-lb man was upstairs running laps. Like the Big Show, or some shit. But, no, it’s just a toddler.
I get that toddlers can be hard to control sometimes – Sarah definitely had her moments, and I was old enough then that I remember them now. But…midnight? What grandma lets her toddler grandson stampede wildly at midnight and beyond? (There were nightly stampedings way late this weekend.) Babies and little kids need their sleep. The idea is to let them wear themselves out during the day. That lady must either be ridiculously fucked up on drink and drugs, to the point where she doesn’t mind the noise and stampeding; or, she’s totally run ragged trying to keep up with the fiend.
I can’t wait to move out. Mmmmm, house.
Friday, Greg and I went to El Rodeo for some more yummy, yummy Mexican food. I really love agua de tamarindo, and Sumi says it’s pretty easy to make. I should get on that. Then we came home and got drunk and watched Bad Santa. I have to admit, I was really expecting to hate this movie, but it was fucking awesome!
So, I was supposed to make up some time at work Saturday. I was also planning on fasting. Unfortunately, it completely failed to occur to me that fasting the day after I’ve tied one on is probably not the smartest of ideas. I lasted about an hour at work, and then I called Greg to come get me as I was miserable. I ate and took a long ass nap, and learned my lesson. Saturday evening, we dug out Greg’s vhs copy of the Transformers movie (which we’d been trying to get on dvd when we got Bad Santa) and watched that. It was fun, although there were quite a few bits that I got upset at – like when Optimus Prime dies, and his paintjob turns to shades of grey and black. I thought that was stretching it a bit. There were quite a few places where I just shouted “Oh, come ON! They’re fucking ROBOTS!” But…for, as Greg puts it, a “90 minute toy commercial,” it was pretty good. It also reminded me of all the cherished cartoons of my childhood – the Paw Paws, Strawberry Shortcake, Jem & the Holograms, and – my all-time favorite – the Monchichis. I really loved those Monchichis.
Today, Greg ran his D&D game for me, Jen, and Mike. It was okay, except I keep rolling really shitty, and so the two spellcasters make better rogues so far. It’s okay, though, because I’m only third level. Plus, all our characters are evil, so that’s fun. Well, we’re “baby evil.” We’re not really fullblown, hardcore, corrupted, sociopathic evil. But I’m trying to work on it.
We just got back from dinner at Jade Palace. It was delicious, but this stupid man was sitting in the booth behind me, and he was so fucking obnoxious. He was with this womyn – I’m pretty sure they weren’t dating or anything, just based on some of their other conversations – and he apparently has read some stupid ass book on Joseph and the Flood. Whatever. Anyway, he was being such an ass about it. He was totally talking down to the womyn, and would not shut up about the fucking book. And then she said it sounded interesting, but that she’d need to read it for herself, and he seriously said to her that it was too dense for her, and that he’d just read it and tell her the tidbits she could understand. At one point, he decided she could read the Dinah chapter – and she was like, “Who’s Dinah? I don’t remember Dinah in the Bible.” And she kept bringing this up from time to time, and he’d never answer her question, he’d just deflect by saying, “The reviewer I read suggested the Dinah chapter was a good starting point, since it’s so dense.” So, obviously, the guy didn’t know who Dinah was either. At another point, the womyn was like, “Well, I’ve forgotten all the details of the Joseph story. How does it go again?” (They were both pretty elderly, so, you know, it’s probably been a while since Sunday school.) And the guy was like, “Well, I never read it in the Bible, and I haven’t gotten to it in this book yet, but…” and then deflected to another part he’d read.
Is there ANYTHING I love more than a white man pontificating and holding court on a subject he knows fuckall about? Is there ANYTHING I love more than when a white man figures some important piece of knowledge out and deigns to share it with and explain it to (or at least try to explain it to) us dumb wimminfolk?
Oh, yes! There is something I love more than both of those things: putting my foot squarely up said white man’s ass.
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE.
Seething hate.
You shouldn’t be surprised to hear that, before he started discussing this fascinating and enlightening book that he, uh, really hasn’t read much of, and really doesn’t understand much of – before that conversation, he was explaining to his righteously scandalized dinner partner about how “race and color don’t matter in America any more,” and how there is no more actual racism, it’s all in the minds of the minorities who keep “reading it into social situations where it really isn’t.”
ASSHOLE. I really wanted to say something to him, about what a fucking jerkface he was and how badly he ought to shut his mouth, but I was afraid of causing an unwelcome scene in Jade Palace. I really ought to have said something to him, but 1- what can you say to these assholes that they’d understand and take to heart anyway? especially at his age? and 2- I’m still too well socialized to feel comfortable speaking up to strangers about shit like that.
Whatever. Fuck him.
I realized Friday evening that my sock was too wide for my foot. That’s what I get for not checking gauge and just jumping into it. I frogged it – and knit a swatch. And I’m starting over. I don’t really have a pattern I’m sticking to, just kinda making it up as I go along, and consulting my sock book for the heel. Actually, I guess there’s not much “pattern” to a plain sock – aside from the toe and heel, it’s all pretty much straight stockinette, with a little ribbing at the top maybe. I just don’t feel like messing around with waste yarn for the toe, so I’m doing my own cast-on toe-starting method thingy, and consulting the book for the rest. I guess I should give a shout-out to the book, then, so it’s Priscilla A. Gibson-Roberts’s Simple Socks: plain and fancy. I’ll be knitting up my sock while watching tonight’s wrestling pay-per-view.
Skeeter makes his own fun.
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And DAMN our carpet looks filthy, doesn’t it? But I just can’t take cleaning seriously when we’re so close to moving out. And moving out means mega-cleaning before we drop off the key – so why vacuum before then?
Also, in case you didn’t already know, I AM LAZY.
Meme time!
1. First name? Kathy
2. Were you named after anyone? Ginger Rogers (Although, my parents only intentionally picked my middle name for her: Virginia. But, as it turns out, her real name was Virginia Katherine. And I’m Kathryn Virginia.)
3. Do you wish on stars? Sometimes.
4. When did you last cry? My eyes got a little watery last night at all the cuteness in that goddamned dog food commercial that David Duchovny narrates. The one with all the puppies, you know. Does that count as crying? The last really walloping sob I had was at the end of Lost and Delirious.
5. Do you like your handwriting? I think it’s kinda purty.
6. What is your favorite lunch meat? Peppered Tofurky deli slices. Although, looking at their site, I desperately want to track down the Cranberry & Stuffing slices. The idea makes my mouth water.
7. What is your birth date? December 12, 1979
8. What is your most embarrassing CD? I don’t know. I have questionable taste in music and movies at times, and I’ve gotten over most of my embarrassment about this. I own a Wayne Newton cd, but I really like it, so I don’t know if it counts as “embarrassing.” Oh wait! I know: Ashlee Simpson! I have her cd, and I should probably be embarrassed about it, but you know what? She’s got some cute songs. There. I said it.
9. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? Probably.
10. Do you have a journal? Kind of. I’ve ditched it for my blog these days, though. Although I’ve been thinking lately that I should start writing in it again. Like, the really good dirt I can’t put here.
11. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Not as much as I used to.
12. What are your nicknames? I don’t have any? I don’t know.
13. Would you bungee jump? Hell to the no. I would have a panic attack on the platform anyway, and actually jumping would be like the worst idea ever.
14. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off ? Not usually. But then lately I tend to wear shoes that don’t tie: flip-flops, Crocs, the velcro ones.
15. Do you think that you are strong? Emotionally and psychologically, yes. Physically, I am a weenie.
16. What is your favorite ice cream flavor? Soy Delicious Tiger Chai. Mmmmmm.
17. Shoe Size? 9
18. Red or pink? both
19. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? I’m too self-critical. I need to stop picking on myself.
20. Who do you miss most? Daoine. Jessa Czajkowski.
21. Do you want everyone you send this to, to send it back? Well, since I’m not sending it to anyone…No?
22. What color pants and shoes are you wearing? A blue skirt with a flower print, and my emerald green Crocs.
23. What are you listening to right now? Rilo Kiley.
24. Last thing you ate? an onion bagel with margarine, and Zhena’s Breakfast Bliss Gypsy Tea
25. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? pink.
26. Last person you talked to on the phone? Sumi – I was explaining that we couldn’t come over to watch Sopranos because we were both too busy pooping.
27. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? probably whether they seem bitchy or pretentious.
29. Do you like the person who sent this to you? She didn’t really send it to me per se, but I think Pamela is the bees knees.
28. Alcohol? Yes, please, but in small quantities because my tolerance is so low.
29. Hair Color? black
30. Favorite sport? professional wrestling, MMA (UFC), lacrosse, and canine agility trials on Animal Planet
31. Do you wear contacts? not currently
32. Favorite Food? Greg’s baked ziti. Sesame Tofu. Malai kofta.
33. Last Movie You Watched? Live and Let Die.
34. Favorite day Of the Year? Halloween.
35. Summer or winter? Winter.
36. Hugs or Kisses? Hugs
37. What Is Your Favorite Dessert? cherry pie
38. Most likely to respond? I don’t know!
39. Least Likely To Respond? who knows
40. Living Arrangements? me, Greg, and two cats
41. What Books Are You Reading? Robert Jordan’s Lord of Chaos. L.M. Montgomery’s Anne of the Island. Maria Luisa Bombal’s New Islands and other stories.
42. What’s On Your Mouse Pad? Homer Simpson, asleep, with a donut on his lap, while the alarms go off at his workstation.
43. What Did You Watch Last Night? I watched a 4400 episode and a Dead Zone episode off the DVR.
44. Favorite Smells? baking pie, baking ziti, Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab’s Bordello
45. Favorite Sounds? thunder, rain, the theme for Poirot episodes
46. Rolling Stones or Beatles? I’m not really into either much these days.
47. What’s the farthest you’ve been from home? Vancouver, BC.
48. Do you have a special talent? not so much.
Also, I have decided I hate our new upstairs neighbors. Last night until around 11:40, and starting again this morning at 7:30, as far as I can surmise, they were training their fucking pet elephant for the Olympics. Or some shit.
I have never in my life heard someone in a neighboring apartment run that heavily and nonstoppingly from one end of the apartment to the other. Seriously, for hours at a time. What the fuck. And as far as I can tell, they don’t have dogs or children.
I had the WORST case of diarrhea last night.
However, in between trips to the bathroom, I started a toe-up sock – WITHOUT A PATTERN! That’s a huge deal, for me. And so far, it’s working out quite nicely. I’m not exactly sure how I’m going to turn the heel, but I’ll worry about that when I get to it.
