Remember when Live Journal was this special magical place full of friends and laughter? Me neither.
- Have a cat named Professor Pantalones or PePe for short.
- Find something I'm good at to compete in, because I'm really competitive and need to channel it somewhere and also then I will be able to have an outlet for my need to compare myself to other people.
- I am not really into traveling but I would like to see Machu Pichu and also go to New Zealand and/or Australia.
-Get the Powerthirst video out of my head.
- Mood:gratuitous amounts of desire
reminded me of the good old days of live journal.
, remember when you and Adam and Heather used to go to random journals and stage a flame war in their comment pages? Hahaha, good times.
I am just jealous though. I always look like ass on the facebook tags. WHY OH WHY CAN'T I FIND MY PARTY PICTURE FACE? Everytime I try to make one, I usually end up looking like I've had a stroke.
Good morning ladies and gentlemen...
Good morning ladies and gents!
Are you ready to vote?
Are you ready to vote?
Would you like to be a voter with me?
Would you like to be a voter with me?
Would you like to be a voter with me?
True or false: the salad fork is the red-haired stepchild of the cultery drawer.
Yeah, what's that little stumpy one for, anyway?
I like the little fork!
Do you regularly use the butter spreader?
Yes! To put butter on my plate!
Uhm, heh heh, that sounds dirty.
As long as we're talking about butter...
I keep my butter in the butter keeper so it stays soft and spreads all nice on my toast.
People who don't keep the butter in the refrigerator are disgusting.
To be clear: this means giant deadly bug monsters live outside your door. They have killed people you know and love, you have to fight them every day, you can't just go outside without a weapon. On the other hand, no one has ever stuck a baby in the microwave on this earth.
Which earth would you rather live on?
Everyone is full of integrity. All governments are minarchies and there is no corruption. No war, little crime, no terrorism, no injustices. However, giant deadly bug monsters roam the earth.
The earth we have.
Edited to add: Maybe I made this too easy. Let's add EXTREME WEATHER to the bugs.
It is important to know, however, that while there is always an element of surprise in both the bug attacks and bugs and the weather, there is also an element of fairness in that there are good storm shelters everywhere and that the bugs are always able to be killed in a fair fight, and that no one is exempt from bug-fighting. Neither the rich nor the virtuous can guarantee that they will not be attacked by a bug when they least expect it.
I impulsively bought myself All About Braising
by Molly Stevens
a few weeks back.
I haven't used it yet because it's too beautiful and new to bring into my kitchen. *sigh*
I think I might use the porter-and-maple glazed rib recipe on the chicken thighs, with some adjustments. Either that or chicken and dumplings. It's nice and foggy and cozy at my house right now.Update
: Braising will have to wait for another day. I'm baking them with herbs, salt, balsamic vinegar, pureed garlic, onions, and honey. My poor cookbook is still a virgin. :-(
How are you going through life?
Fat, drunk and stupid.
Fat, dumb and happy.
Lean, mean, lazy and fine.
Healthy, wealthy and wise.
(explaining that she tends to talk and post on twitter more and more and LJ and texting less and less because other people are
): Twitter's, like, the thing now.swaz
: When you die, I'm going to have your tombstone read, "death is the thing now."
On one of my kid's classroom's white boards when I was doing start of school clean up a couple of months ago. Welcome to SFUSD.
In other news, if you don't include loved ones that I am related to by blood or ceremony, I can count the number of people I truly give a fuck about anymore on one hand, and I'm working on being able to count them on my thumbs. I feel so much freer now.
Horoscope for today:
Seriousness is a choice. Things have exactly the weight and importance you assign to them. If you're not sure what credence to give the statements you hear it's best to err on the side of levity.
I think this should be the horoscope for everyone who is ever on the internet.
They canceled "Clear Blue Water?" An actually funny and heartwarming strip about famliy life gets canceled but the warmed over strips of the bland suburban Canadian family is the song that never ends? Bleh.
I need a new smart phone and I pretty much ONLY use my phone for web and texting. I did happily use my Treo for listening to streaming audio before the audio jack broke a minute after the hardware warranty ended. Being able to hear what people say when I do actually use it as a phone would be pretty damned sweet and a novelty after my Palm.
ALSO: I will probably drop this thing at least once a week or so, so keep that in mind with your suggestions. ;-)
Which one do I want?
Crackberry (I will tell you which one)
What's that thing from Sprint? The Touch?
Pink sidekick with crystals all over it like it's 2005 and you're Paris Hilton
Something else and I will tell you what!
Things I liked about my Palm 700p: cheap and kind of fast data plan, being able to make it into a modem. That's pretty much it. I'd like to keep those two things.. my data plan is like 15 a month, unlimited, right now.
When I first heard this, I thought it was too cornball for me. But now, I can't stop listening to it. It's a pretty good statement of my last couple of weeks, as well.
- Mood:like I blew a fifty amp fuse
- Music:You can't always get what you want- soulwax remix.
says Chillits is always just too short for how much effort gets put into it. I know I'm not really ready to be back - it always takes me at least 36 hours to calm down enough to be there. As usual, I was intermittently hating it was almost time to go... then I didn't want to leave. I need to figure out how to turbo charge my chill next year so it doesn't feel so Sisyphean.
Just have to get on Thursday set up or at least Sunday clean up crew, I guess. No. 2 son was a bit bored/angsty about wasting time hanging out at Camp and Sons this year, don't know if he'll be back. No. 3 son, however, LOVES it. Honestly we probably wouldn't go every year if I didn't fear disappointing him too badly.
, thanks for suggesting the hiking poles. I never would have looked into getting them otherwise - made it seriously easier. I'd probably have fallen off the mountain without them, actually.
What I'm looking at:
Yes, sir, that's your baby!
You are NOT the mother!
Made a great choice. Look at how everyone is talking about her already!
Is kicking himself right about now.
I'm inclined to believe that it's her baby since there are, oh, a million easier and more believable ways to have handled it instead of pretending to be pregnant at 44. Like pretending to adopt the child from an orphanage, perhaps. I can't see where her pro-life fans would think worse of her in the long run, either if it's true so this isn't going to really hurt her, I guess. I feel sorry for her daughter with the gut though. She'll probably never wear clingy knits again.
All I can really say is A) I don't like her for reasons having to do with her political positions, not her family life or the way she did or did not get on a plane with leaky water and B) this has certainly been the most entertaining political campaign in many years. One for the history books, future generations will be shaking their heads and speculating.
THIS JUST IN:Bristol is pregnant!
Does the fun never end?
Me, at the laundromat, suddenly overpowered: Excuse me, may I ask what brand of laundry detergent you used? The fragrance is so... unusual, yet familiar?
Fashion Victim Lady: Oh NO... that is not my detergent. That is "Light Blue" by Dolce and Gabbana. It is a beautiful scent. I only wish we could get laundry detergent out of it!
Me: Stares, tries not to pass out from the neurotoxin.
Doesn't any body's mother ever tell them that if you should only be able to tell a lady is wearing perfume when you either hug her, or after she has left and you notice a slight, very slight scent in the air that wasn't there before?
Thank G-d for Maxalt MLT. If I didn't have insurance, I'd totally track her down and sue her for the cost of having to pop one.
These are the three songs in heavy rotation in my head right now:I think as far as Mariah Carrey songs go, this one is underrated. It's very sexy and her voice sounds as good as ever on it. The video is awful, though.
Enough has been written about the low-rent-ness of this video elsewhere, but as far as combing the feminine nurturing impulse with a whole lot of *rawr* this song is practically post-gender. She looks like a drag queen too! Not sure if I got the safe for work version here or not, by the way. Also, I have been pondering this since I first heard the song - how, exactly, are you supposed to cook breakfast while being eaten out? Like, do you stand on a stool or something?
Most critiques of this song are snarky about the Bowie influence, but I think they owe just as much to the Clueless soundtrack. It's cute but overly catchy. Click and you will know my pain.
All right, the running theme through these, besides my unabashed love of pop tunes, is that I think I need my huzzband to come home. He's been at a very crunchy energy conference
all week down in Monterrey. He just called to check in. After 21 years he can still make me smile with just the sound of his voice.
In the spirit of advice being a form of nostalgia, I will impart the wisdom that I did not learn until I was in my forties that I wish I had known in my twenties.
When I was in college, I was obsessed with a book called Nadja
, about a girl who did nothing because she couldn't stand to kill a choice - the literal definition of "to decide." In the book, it states that Nadja is the first half of the Russian word for hope, but only the first half. Because for anyone who is not a piece of fiction about an ethereal symbol of fleeting beauty, killing a choice is a very good thing indeed. But it can be so hard to do.
There's a lot of so called societal pressure, to find your "right livelihood", to "be the best of that you be," but in truth, there is no such thing as wasting a life, if you're doing it right. Anything you do can truly be your "fullest potential." You DO have to decide - it's an incredible luxury to have a choice, not taking one would be the most wasteful thing imaginable.
However, what you choose does NOT matter
Have children. Or don't. Go for a brilliant, demanding career. Or not. Find your true love. Or find a life of quiet solitude. It doesn't matter. The important thing is to understand that whatever path you choose, happiness, honor, authenticity, and strength are available to you, in ways that you probably won't understand until after the fact.
See, what matters is not so much where you end up, but what you do once you get there. Do you think Mother Theresa sweated over her college essays, writing about how she "rilly, rilly wanted to help people
?" Did Albert Schweitzer contemplate heath disparities policy before
med school? Did GC Coleman
wake up one morning and say "my goal is to produce the most sampled piece of music in history?"
No. They didn't. They went where life seemed to lead them at the time, saw something that needed doing, did it, and life went somewhere else. Sometimes, like GC, it may take years before anyone notices what you've done, and you may be far past getting any recognition or reward by the time that happens. And that's okay.
We just never know how we will affect people. You've heard that "the best laid plans of mice and men/often go awry" and that "the road to hell is paved with good intentions." The reverse is also true - you may end up building something brilliant while just plodding along. It's outside of your control - your control is in the joy you take in the process, and the quality of what you produce. That's all you're going to get. But, oh, wouldn't it all be so dull otherwise?
- Mood:you too can be a human tetris