Wednesday, December 30, 2009
This New Year's Eve looks to be much like last year. I will probably not see anyone. I will likely fall asleep absurdly early and try not to drool on my pillow. Friday morning I will reach over and make sure my husband made it home. Glamorous!
At the liquor store I picked up a couple bottles of wine in case the urge hits, but drinking alone is so 1999.
I had to leave one bottle behind because the store was crowded, the clerk was frantic, and the bottle didn't scan. An older man, the clerk punched the numbers into the computer, nothing came back, and so he shouted at the back, "Do you have the number for Evil? The number, for Evil, you have it?"
Oh, the eyes on me. The judging. I swear the woman with the three mini bottles of vodka couldn't have looked more disgusted.
That'll show me for picking the Australian Cab.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Now I am happy to be home with my cats. Although I think maybe some burglars broke in while we were gone and messed up the place. I don't remember leaving it this messy...
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Like, I share how you can download A Confederacy of Dunces for free from audible.com through tomorrow. If you haven't read it, you should check it out. Great book.
Or I link to this incredible demonstration of SixthSense Technology. We are living in a glorious future my friends, where even your shoes can play pong on public transit.
Watch and be amazed.
I admit I am far behind the times with this whole thing. I don't even have a data package on my phone to tweet whenever the mood strikes, so I must save up my pithy wit to impart at a more convenient hour.
Spontaneity is dead. Long live spontaneity.
I have no plans to cease over-sharing past 140 characters. It is my life's goal to say many things without saying anything at all. Twitter is just another means to a happy end.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Today is Jeremy's birthday, so I expect we will be doing something he wants to do. I may make a kahlua cake and he may force me to ride around on the back of his motorcycle. We do these things for love.
We've been playing World of Warcraft again. He plays a druid; I play a rogue. This is handy because we can both stealth up to creatures and then beat the crap out of them. We hit 38 last night and I would like to see us at level 40 before Monday -- or at least before the winter fest holiday starts on the 15th in-game. As you can see, the stakes are high.
For an hour this morning I watched synchronized swimming on the Canadian station. I was surprised to find it fascinating. When the China team made a snake out of their arms and legs and then rose out of the water... wow. I discovered strong feelings I didn't know I had about the scoring process, particularly when the judges marked them lower than (I thought) they deserved. Also, I found myself wondering who was the first person to think this was a good idea -- I mean, it's cool they took the concept and ran with it to create this physically demanding, artistic experience, but how did that person convince others to do it too? And then make it an Olympic event no less?
Thursday, December 10, 2009
So that's it then. I'll hear back in six months. Guess I should find another project or risk falling back into the soothing arms of World of Warcraft.
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
I also pretended not to see it when I left for work yesterday morning and avoided the mirror. However there is no avoiding the helpful mirror voiced by people you meet throughout the day, who took one look at me and said, "You look sick." I said, "...Thanks?"
So I trudged to the bus tunnel, rode the long bus home, fell in bed, and slept. And slept.
This morning I am better, but starting to cough. So I will take a legitimate sick day and allow myself to be legitimately sick. It is for the best, I guess.
Sunday, December 06, 2009
The freedom is intoxicating.
Looking for new lighting makes me happy. Thinking about getting the ceilings scraped of popcorn, redoing the downstairs 1/2 bath, and shopping for curtains -- these are the new highlights of my day.
A half hour ago I bought curtains online. I am still riding that high.
Jeremy and I have lived together in apartments since 2000. Nearly a decade, rounding up, of barely functioning appliances, dirty carpets and white walls. I feel like we have earned this and that makes it even sweeter.
This post is not meant to tempt fate or gloat. We are all a medical emergency away from bankruptcy -- luck can change. But right now, I am happy all of the things we've done have led us to this place.
Now I just have to be better at keeping it clean.
Saturday, December 05, 2009
Maybe I should specify on the list of characters that the main character must be very very hot and always appear on stage in a yellow string bikini and impossibly high heels.
That should take the audience's mind off this *yawn* science stuff.
Yep, just call me the master of illusion.