Monday, October 26, 2009

you thought i didn't share enough before

One of my cats is an Olympic pee-er. This is the second time I've had to clean yellow liquid from beneath the freshly cleaned out, enclosed litter box (whose sides do not meet in a watertight way, apparently). Thank goodness for Nature's Miracle.

Yes, my life, she is glamorous. Pass the caviar.

I haven't posted much lately, but you're not missing anything. Clearly. I had some moles removed? It itches? The dermatologist hands out vaseline like candy?

I'm going to have a laser applied to my nose because I'm vain and want to clear up a blemish? No? I'm sort of excited about that one. It supposedly feels like someone is thumping on your face. Then it swells up and gets all red and then bruises and people look at you horrified and gently inquire if they can stage an intervention for spousal abuse.

I plan to look FANTASTIC for the holiday parties this year. Opa!

I finished watching season 3, episode 10, of Mad Men just now. It is a great great thing. Even if it reminds me of where I spend my days. In the last two and a half days I've watched 15 episodes and am just about caught up. Maybe next I'll catch up with Dexter and Northern Exposure. Not at the same time, of course. A serial killer in Alaska would be cockamie.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

What tarot card are you?

You are The Wheel of Fortune

Good fortune and happiness but sometimes a species of intoxication with success

The Wheel of Fortune is all about big things, luck, change, fortune. Almost always good fortune. You are lucky in all things that you do and happy with the things that come to you. Be careful that success does not go to your head however. Sometimes luck can change.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

reminds me of haughty melodic, actually

I just popped in Mike Doughty's new album, "Sad Man Happy Man" and I dig it. You should buy it.

Lily visited last weekend and we saw Bo Burnham at the Moore Theatre. Here. He twitters. He's a lot of fun to see in person -- talented, hilarious, and great stage presence.

My only complaint is that it had to end.

Drank some great pumpkin beer (and some not so great pumpkin beer) last night with Courtney. Very pleasant.

Friends, booze, and music. It's been a pretty sweet week.

Since I'm in a sharing mood, I highly recommend relish for online meal planning. Pair that with Safeway home grocery delivery, and you've got yourself a bona fide time saver.

I don't get any kickbacks for sharing, by the way. Or even over sharing.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Squeamish? Don't read

After the whole hyperthyroid thing I avoid doctors. I do it intentionally even, like they don't exist to me. I felt I had enough bloodletting and pill popping to last at least another 10 years...

So this morning, finding myself at the dermatologist office, was sort of a surprise. What's more surprising is that I let them inject a needle below my eye and shave off a piece of my face to be tested, like it's something I do everyday. Oh? You need that to come off? Sure thing! Let me just close my eyes first.

It is highly likely to be benign; I should hear in about a week.

I probably shouldn't have looked at the tray. It would have been easier if I hadn't seen the razorblade.

Saturday, October 03, 2009

Wit and Wisdom

I have been reading "Poor Charlie's Almanack: The Wit and Wisdom of Charles T. Munger" and it's exactly what I needed, except for the fact -- and I shouldn't admit this -- it keeps making me cry.

Those damn words.

Charles Munger is the silent partner in Berkshire-Hathaway, Warren Buffett's collaborator. He is brilliant and witty and ethical and proven.

Jer will wake up soon and he'll wonder why my eyes are all puffy. I couldn't tell you myself. I've been reading for about an hour and then I noticed I couldn't stop weeping. Not emotional tears; I don't feel anything except admiration. And I realize just broadcasting this sounds pretty strange. Probably, likely, I've been aimless lately. Reading a lot, thinking in circles, trying to find some semblance of a mentor. I had a great one before and I understand their value, but it's been a long time. I am still learning slowly, but a mentor is so good at offering guidance. It's like a psychic shortcut.

It's not just about shortcuts.

So in the absence of a corporeal mentor I am turning to books.

And a new box of tissues.

Hello, October.