Saturday, December 29, 2007
Friday, December 28, 2007
When I heard a trumpet blare up from the boulevard.
"A trumpet," I said, "at 5:30 at night?"
"That cannot be so. That cannot be right"
I ran to the window. Beacon Street was blocked.
I told my friend Criss who was rightfully shocked.
We followed our ears and ran through the suite
to find, if we could, a good view of the street.
From Stella's office window, we gaped with wide eyes
and saw a marching band! What a surprise!
There was no hoopla. There was no parade.
Just one lone band but what a noise they made.
The flags were in sync. The drums thumped loudly.
The drum major led them, his chest pumped up proudly.
But what were they doing? Why were they here?
On the street? At night? At this time of year?
I thought while I watched them. I thought very hard.
"Why is there a band on James M. Wood Boulevard?"
The answer came not, but one supposes
they were practicing for the Tournament of Roses!
Thursday, December 27, 2007
But sadly, sometime between 1:00 and 6:00 this morning, he died of unknown causes (but I suspect it was the drop in temperature). Ladies and Gentlemen, Nacho Libre is gone. May he rest in peace...somewhere in the Pacific Ocean (or wherever the toilet water ends up). I leave you with a picture of the two of us in happier times, watching our favorite movie on my non-existent flat screen TV.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Unable to go back to sleep, I got the brilliant idea that I would spend the day watching movies. There are so many good ones in the theaters and I haven't been to see one since Roy was here. Besides, after all my years working at theatres, it just seems like the place to be. First, a bit of cocoa and crumb cake which I purchased at the farmer's market on Sunday. Delicious!Since I didn't want to run the risk of Jamie breaking down on Christmas Day and the Arclight is just blocks away, I hopped online, did some calculations and came up with a plan. Juno was first on my list and at 10:00am I pretty much had the place to myself. The concession stand staff was friendly and joking and because I'm an Arclight member, I got the popcorn free! (Yes I had popcorn at 10am--I can't watch a movie without it) The movie was excellent and made me cry. I suspect I was a wee bit emotional to begin with, but it was sweet and sad and charming and (sniff, sniff) I really, really liked it. On my way out, I bought a ticket to Sweeney Todd at 1:30. I just missed the 11:40 showing in dome, damn it.
I walked home the roundabout way and was accosted by an old woman who asked, "Is it Tuesday?" When I replied that it was, she told me, "Don't forget Sunday is (incoherent babble) and the bus passes are (more incoherent babble)." I feel like she was telling me something very important, but I had to pee so I kept on walking.
I had a bit of lunch and then back to the theater. Apparently, the presents were unwrapped, the brunches eaten, and the family was getting on everyone's nerves, because the place was packed. I chose a seat in the back ( X25--the exact same seat for both movies) and was flanked on either side by The Floppersons, an entire family wholly incapable of sitting like normal people who must flop into the chairs as if their legs can only hold them upright for a few minutes at a time; and by single possibly divorced/possibly gay male, who sighed heavily at the quietest moments of the film. The Flopperson (two rows of them) spotted the Mercers in row D, seats 22-29. Everyone say "hello" to the Mercers. "Hi"--jump up, wave, flop back into your seat. Oh, please do it one at a time, too. I stared straight ahead and willed the film to start.
What can I say, Sweeney Todd was great. How can Johnny Depp manage to be hot even when he looks like crap? Is it wrong that I'm really hungry for a Chicken Pot Pie now? And the preview for Stop-Loss, has Ryan Phillippe never looked better? Those abs--holy moly!
At the end, the Floppersons were credit watchers and SPD/PGM sat and conducted the score over the closing credits. I was trapped!! Finally, I was able to climb over the conductor and make it out.
Now I'm debating between The Golden Compass and National Treasure 2. I do love me some Nicolas Cage.
Monday, December 24, 2007
What other projects do I have in progress? Let's see:
- Knucks for Roy and Terry (fingers made, just waiting to be joined and such)
- Fingerless warmers for Ana, Amber, Santhi and I'm sure several other gals from work who will ask me to make them when they see the others.
- A scarf for Criss because she's awesome
- The aforementioned matching scarf for Katie
- a sweater for Tami that I started this summer and was supposed to (according to her) have done for her birthday in September...or at the very least Christmas.
How about you? What do have to finish?
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
: something given voluntarily or beyond obligation usually for some service; especially : tip
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Case #1: I had a headache. I was achy. My hair hurt. What part of that scenario says, "hey, know what I need? A neck massage!" I'm not a fan of amateur massages on my best days. So when our in-house, non-licensed massage therapist decided to grab my neck, I may have reacted harshly. I may have said something like, "DON'T TOUCH ME." I followed that up with "It's not something that can be cured with a massage," however, given that I had spent the better part of the day complaining about how sick and achy I was feeling, she shouldn't have gotten so bent out of shape about it. She pouted and wouldn't look at me for the rest of the day.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Besides, I had soup in the Crock Pot to check up on.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
So imagine my delight when I traversed the busy thoroughfare known as Olympic Blvd to peruse the aisles of the Kenso Store in search of tissue paper for gift bags and found such delights as a mug with Bugs Bunny playing the piano (some of my favorite Bugs episodes involved the classics), knitting needles and crochet hooks (sizes 8 and H respectively) and yarn (yes, it's acrylic, but treated with aloe) which I can use to teach my co-workers to knit when we get a minute to slow down.
And I still had money left over to buy some chili/lime fruit from the guy on the corner.
Monday, December 10, 2007
So, I clicked on the "How to do nothing" tag. I think I need to write for these things. "Step 4: Set an alarm so you know when your "nothing" time is over." Um, doesn't that defeat the purpose of doing nothing? If you have nothing to do, you don't need to set an alarm. If you set an alarm, it implies that your "doing nothing" is actually doing something--that something being nothing. You're also supposed to plan ahead and tell people that you're busy--doing nothing.
Have these people ever done nothing before? Because I'm pretty much an expert on doing nothing and, really, you don't need to plan ahead or alert the media or--God forbid--set an alarm. You simple need to remain inert. See? One step. Done.
Saturday, December 08, 2007
My neighbor's yard exploded too.
Then I took a walk over to Big Lots (I needed a strainer) and look what I found.
"Simply Red"--Don't you love it? Only $4.00!! Winos take note.
On the way home, I found socks and a shoe. The shoe find was a little scary since it was behind a fence in a construction zone. hmmm...
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
But I'm still here. Just in case you were wondering.
Monday, December 03, 2007
"How was my weekend? It was boring, because my life is boring. I did the same thing I do almost every weekend. I sit on my sofa and knit and maybe watch some bad movies, or good ones if my Netflix came through. Occasionally, as need be, I'll do some laundry or venture to the store for a necessity or two. But for the most part, my weekend--every weekend--is exactly the same. So I wish these cheery mothers would stop asking me every &^%$# Monday how it was. " Or something along those lines.
To which she replied, "so, how was your weekend?"
I had some extra strong coffee and was my usual ray of sunshine coated in sweetness in no time. But, whoa, I was a little scary for a while.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
S__ said, "It's like having a sundae, but only eating the whipped cream, sprinkles and cherry. What's the point of a sundae if you don't get the ice cream?"
C__ and I agreed. I said, "Sure there are times when whipped cream and sprinkles can be quite satisfying, especially if you add a cherry, but I really like ice cream--multiple servings, if I can get it."
To which S replied, "Yeah, I know. But she's still really excited about going to Baskin-Robbins."
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
You know what the best part is? This is just the tip of the iceberg--just our little show for Great and Powerful Oz to say "We're working on it. We'll have it all pretty for you soon." Yippee!!!
Fortunately, by then we'll have this down to a routine and it shouldn't be a problem. For now, though, ARRGGGH!!
Don't wait up. Leave a nightlight on for me.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Oh, while I'm here, it's The Roy's birthday (tomorrow, Nov. 26). HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
Friday, November 23, 2007
I just got back from Santee Alley with my friend Jaclyn, her mom Mary and Jax's friend, who I suppose I'll call a friend, Lindsay, where I bought two knock-off handbags (couldn't decide), cheap sunglasses, a wallet, and a ring all for under $100 (I have money to spare). Jax's mom speaks Spanish, so she got us some deals on the already cheap prices. Jaclyn got an awesome double-breasted coat for $19.99 (in purple, her favorite color), Lindsay indulged in some glamorous animal prints and Mary loaded up on gifts for the folks back home in Chicago. Woo Hoo! I love a good shopping day!
When I got home I had a package waiting from my Mom--a knitting book! Yippee! Plus emails galore from a bunch of online shopping places that made me feel loved ('cause I'm easy that way). I should have worn the pin Kelly gave me a long time ago that reads "It's my birthday. Who's buying?" but Lord knows what kind of offers I would have received downtown.
I'm heading over to Borders where I will enjoy a birthday discount of 20% then maybe I'll even treat myself to a burger and root beer float at Schwab's. Know why? 'Cause it's my birthday and I can do whatever I damn well please!! Now where's that scantily clad pool boy with my drink?
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
- Coffee Bean had my Java-to-go packs ready well ahead of my reservation time and I was able to get an early start.
- I got to the meeting place early and remembered to make signs for the parking area indicating that this is the place for our particular meeting.
- The guy in charge was there early enough so that I could get the refreshments set up and have a leisurely cup of coffee.
- I remembered to bring everything I had to bring for the meeting.
- Jamie ran smoothly despite my paranoia that every little noise signals her imminent demise.
- I forgot to get gas but had enough to make it to the meeting and then to the gas station afterward.
- I pulled a Hail Mary play and righted several wrongs ('cause I'm a dumbass) that I had made.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
- Man who stared at me the whole ride from Sunset to Olympic.
- Man who got into a fight with the driver because he tried to rush the steps while folks were still getting off.
- The driver who shut down the bus and refused to let ANY of us on while the man (see above) called the Metro offices to complain about her. Then she finally let about three people on but shut the doors and zipped away.
- Dad giving his 4 year old son a Red Bull at 6:30pm. Good luck, tonight, Dad.
- Two drunks singing Marvin Gaye in the back of the bus.
- One of the drunks moving a few seats up and then peeing--yes, peeing--all over the floor.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Me: Well, how much will that cost?
Mr. VW: (mumblemumble 15 mumblemumble times mumblemumble) 4350
Me: Is there a decimal in there somewhere?
Mr. VW (chuckle) No, I'm afraid not.
Me: HOLY SHIT!!
Clearly, I can't afford to pay Four THOUSAND dollars to repair my car. We decided to just replace the spark plug for now, even though it'll blow again in a few months, and in the meantime, I will look into dumping Jamie on some unsuspecting used car lot and getting a new vehicle. Shhhh...don't tell Jamie. I need her to last as long as possible.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
The first was my Harry Potter sock kit from Caren! It's great!!
Sunflowers! I love sunflowers. And look--Coffee and Candy!
There's Berroca yarn, Brittany needles and Bunny Hop socks pattern. The stitch markers are great and Caren included a ball of yarn keychain.
The keychain was hard to photograph, but trust me, it's adorable.
And, as if that wasn't enough, I received a copy of Charmed Knits for my excellent snitch catching skills. I was sufficiently cheered up.
Thanks, Caren! Thanks D. Hallin of Minneapolis!
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Son of a BITCH!!!! I was literally turning into the driveway at The Farmer's Market for my weekly Stitch N Bitch when Jamie, my cranky car, decides to buck and snort and--oh yes--flash me the check engine light. I knew what it was immediately because it happened before here and here. I nearly ran over pedestrians passing through The Grove only to have some asshat sit at the stop sign waiting for a message from God to tell him to move. MOVE! Finally, he moved, I turned left, paused at the first stop sign, paused at the red light at Fairfax, zipped up to Beverly and pulled over at the first parking meter on Beverly I could find (at Gennessee). AAA sent a tow truck, but he couldn't take me downtown with his truck because of the traffic (Don't worry; I don't get it either). He said I had to wait for the flatbed. "How long will that be?" I asked innocently. "About an hour." WHAT??? An hour??? Then Jerky McJerkinson tells me that I have the basic membership which only covers 7 miles. It's 9 miles to VW of Downtown at $9 for every extra mile over 7. I have $19 in my checking account. Nine times two is, let me see...gonna leave me with one freakin' dollar in my account. Fortunately, Junior, the flatbed driver, didn't charge me the extra miles. I should think not considering I had to wait so long. Oh, and the dealership closes at 9:00. Junior got me there in 25 minutes. Good job, Junior!
The gal at the dealership told me they were completely booked tomorrow and Saturday, so they may not even get to it until Monday or Tuesday. This sucks much because I have an event on Saturday--in Santa Monica. CRAP!!!! They'd better fix it free again. Why is Jamie doing this to me?
Saturday I did manage to walk around my neighborhood--went to Amoeba and Borders, rode the elevator to the 7th level of the Arclight parking deck only to be DENIED because of the AFI Film Festival staging area. Dude, I just wanted to take a photo of the sunset from a different view so my Mom doesn't get bored [Monday through Friday it's the same office building in every shot. I thought she'd appreciate the variety.] Instead, I had to take the shot from the 6th floor which has a netting or something on it, presumably to either block the harmful rays of the sun or to keep you from falling off the deck. It looked like I was in a cage. Nice.
I'll try to have something for y'all next week.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
In other news, I got a letter from my mother in response to the first couple of sunset letters. Predictably, it was filled with guilt-inducing phrases such as "I guess you're getting your news from other sources, so I don't have anything to say" and "a post card doesn't take much time to write" and an inquiry as to whether I've eloped or "run off with Tami?" (my friend with whom I moved out here in the first place) Now, where would I run off with Tami to? Wouldn't moving 3000 miles away from our families constitute running off? And is this Mom's half-joking insinuation that I'm gay? [Not the first time, either--when I moved here with Tami 12 years ago, she asked if it was so we could "be gay together"] I knitted her a tiny heart from Mochimochi Land tonight when I got home to prove that I still love her.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
[seriously, how cute is that little black one eating grass]
And now, a ghoulish sunset--HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
Monday, October 29, 2007
Some of the enlargement ads are downright entertaining, while most are just offensive. I'm no prude (okay, maybe a little) but DANG, people, I do not need to read those words at 8:00 in the morning before I've had sufficient amounts of caffeine. Among the cruder ads about "massive meat" and "touching her tonsils" was my favorite by far--"now even your stomach won't be able to hide your massive size."
Know your audience.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Edited: I totally uploaded the wrong sunset and I can't find the right one. So instead, here are some excerpts from the Ghetto Wedding.
Here's the sunset. I was busy at work and missed most of it.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
My poor sister. She calls every week faithfully (even though Mom doesn't answer the phone half the time). She sends letters and cards and always remembers the important dates. But when she visits she gets all kinds of attitude and guilt and pouty behavior.
I don't know why this inequality exists. I swear I don't encourage it. I can't change that I was born last or stayed at home the longest. Whatever the reasons Mom has for treating us this way, I try not to dwell on them. I know it's not due to anything Katie or I have done in the past. We were good kids. These are strictly her issues. Except lately I've been feeling a little guilty. I love my Mom, don't get me wrong. I love her dearly, no matter how crazy she may be. I'm just bad at keeping in touch. Really, I have a friend I haven't spoken to in a year and it's not due to anything he said or did, or anything I said or did. It's just that I got busy and didn't call or stop by and pretty soon it was six months later and we haven't spoken and I feel weird calling him now. But I digress--and you're wondering about the title, right?
I was feeling a little guilty. Mom, in all her craziness, is still my mother. She raised me the best she could and what have I given her in return? Nothing. So, I'm writing her letters. Lots and lots of letters. 30 of them, to be exact. In each letter, I'm including a picture of the sunset of the day. I started yesterday and will culminate on Thanksgiving day with my obligatory phone call.
I decided to share the sunsets with you all, just because. So here is yesterday's sunset.
I was hard to get a really good shot with my Fuji digital. This doesn't do it justice. It was beautiful and red (from the fires).
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Warning: Graphic photos
Natalie asked, "What is that blue goo the ants are living in? Is it good for them? Do they eat it?" The "special gel is full of nutrients specially formulated for the needs of the ant (formulated by a certified ant nutritionist)." Boy, do those little buggers love their gel. Well, I don't know how much they eat. It looks like most of it just piles up on the top.
Included with the kit was a magnifying glass. You can see their eyes and their little pinchy things working, and I'm not sure, but I think one of them flipped me off. I tried to take a picture through the magnifying glass but the camera lens somehow negated it. I tried to use the zoom lens, but that just made it blurry. This is the best I can do.
Lest you look at the time stamp and think I'm crazy or suffering insomnia, I have slept...on the sofa...from about 10pm to 2:45am. I'm going to bed now. Don't worry.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
A minute ago, the little useless window in my hall closet blew open and I screamed. Okay, it was more like a loud gasp accompanied by an "eep."
And I thought the Santa Anas were supposed to be warm. It's cold here.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Anyway, they now have five tunnels and a sixth on the way. The first tunnel started at the top and went down, but all the rest have branched out from the bottom of the first tunnel. It's very interesting. Most of the day, all but four or five are gathered in the bottom of the tunnels having a strategic planning meeting, no doubt. The few that aren't in the meeting are busy cleaning up the previously made tunnels or working on a new tunnel. But somehow in the night the whole crew gets in on the action and WOW new tunnels greet us in the morning.
In case you're interested, they are Harvester Ants. If you'd like an ant farm of your very own, and you should because these guys are endlessly fascinating, you can get it here.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
1. What was the name of the book Dumbledore left for Hermione in his will?
a. The Tales of Beedle the Bard
2. Whose sign was on Xenophilius Lovegood's chest?
3. Was October 30, 1980 the night that Lilly and James Potter died?
4. What's another name for the Elder Wand?
5. Whose Potterwatch code name was 'Rodent'?
6. What was so special about the peacocks at the Malfoy Manor?
d. They were all white
7. Who does Harry say was "probably the bravest man I knew?"
8. What thing was Lockhart giving Hagrid advice about getting out of a well?
9. What was the occupation of Colin Creevey's father?
10. Which Professor of Hogwarts was a dueling champion when he was young?
Picture Scavenger Hunt
You can either post these pictures on your blog or provide a link to where they can be found.
Bertie Botts Beans
Jenean's first HSKS kit
(Bonus Point: Who made the kit? Ansley made it!)
Everyone in the office wants an ant farm now--well, except for the small minority that just wants to dump them on the floor and step on 'em.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
They're in a nutrient gel. When I left last night, they had barely made a dent in the top. But this morning, they had gone for broke and made it all the way down the side. This shot was taken at 5:30. I can't wait to see what they've accomplished tonight.
Ooo, and Liz's lady bugs are almost past the pupa stage. How exciting!
Sunday, October 14, 2007
My hair looked remarkably red last night though.
I swear I hadn't started drinking yet in this photo.