I have to admit, there really is something I do miss about being with someone. I don't miss the fightes, the suspicion, stringing them along, or dealing with immaturity. It's the afterglow. Those 10 or 15 minutes where there's nothing wrong in the world. Nothing can possibly be wrong with anything or anyone, anywhere. Not to say I often find that moment, but when I do, those precious moments before sleep (or getting booted) are heavenly.
Since I was born (Mom admits) I've never really been relaxed, as a baby, certainly not as a teen, and I have trouble sleeping because of it now. But in those 10 minutes after an exhausting or successful session, I hardly want to talk, though you could convince me of anything, marriage, billions and billions of babies, even loving you, and in those 10 minutes, you're perfect, the most wonderful man on earth, I've forgotten about when you didn't call me, the fit you threw earlier, or that you're leaving me forever tomorrow. It's not all about the big O or the white picket fence, it's about the afterglow.
Christmas Morning, waking early because, of course, it's the morning for getting up and waiting three more days for the family to get together, watching the news with the sound off was surreal. With all of the riot images, ambulances, hate crimes, and exp losions, Norah Jones singing "The Grass is Blue" by Dolly Parton was playing. It was Unsettling because Dolly wrote about her world being upside down without her lover and she could only be happy when she believed in opposites, but she's still ok, and thi s world news what shoing a world filled with hate and crime on a morning christians protray as a day filled with love, understanding and peace.
Along with the people in the three rows behind me at RotK, I agree that the previews are an acceptable time to talk to my movie mates about how terrible these previewed movies are going to be, make fun of them, and declare that I'll never go see them and you're a pansy for thinking they might be good (though we both know we'll wind up seeing them.)
Beginning of the movie is the time for calling my girlsfriend and, though I switched off the ringer of my phone as the cartoon suggested, near the middle of the movie I'll still answer my phone with "Who is this?" and explain where I am and what's going on to a complete stranger. Also, the middle of the movie is the greatest time to explain the back story and what mithreal is to my movie buddy and the three rows behind. In fact, I don't see why they don't just stop the film and
catch everyone up to speed on what they might have missed by only seeing the first two movies once each.
I thought it was hilarious to repeat serious, foreshadowing lines of the movie, like, "She's not finished!" during the quiet pauses. What the hell kind of director uses silence as an emphasis point? I thought it even funnier when someone got killed, lept off a cliff on fire, or died accidentally. I watch massacres for fun!
Of course, once that thing gets destroyed, the movie's over, no point in anybody watching the rest. The climax of the sex books are over, so why would anybody make a movie past this point? Who cares about an epilogu or wrapping up loose ends? I was talking about leaving with my friends, but when the rest of the people who'd also paid $7.25 to see the movie shussshed me, we all decided to stay, half of us ran up to the front and talked, and the other half of my compatriates stayed in the back and shussshhed us, just to show the rest of the audience what a bunch of uptight squares they are! Showed them biotches!
This was intended to be a funny post about the mishaps and adventures of trying to make a solstice dinner. Instead, a few things G and I learned. We had a "simple" menu planned, of snacks on crackers, peanu stir-fry (with tofu,) green beans with goat cheese, pears in pom/honey glaze, and green tea ice cream. Shopping for the diner, we learned:
-You can purchase pomegranite juice already .. juiced
-Small sacrificial goats are difficult to locate
-It's downright impossible to find a pint of chicken blood in the haute
-The boys at 7th and 70 are pretty hot (only I learned that one)
We made our guest list, checked it twice, created many "Vice-Presidents in Charge of Bringing X" [where X is an item.] Dinner started late, mostly because we had planned it that way, and guests had other obligations until late.
Coming home, the cooking commenced.
-When making Vanilla Green Tea ice cream, grind the grean tea up very very small. If starting the grinding from tea bags, only do 1/4 a bag at a time. And yes, it's still going to look like a bunch of bugs died in the ice cream
-Ice cream in blenders is cool
-My roommate had thrown away my oranges. Unhappy about that, I know they weren't bad and besides, you can still cook with oranges after they've gotten a bit moldy- just cut off the bad spots.
-Pineapple juice is very hard to pour from a large can with self-punched holes into a little shot glass. Just forget the Engineering approach (measuring everything) and add it liberally. It's not a bad thing to have a bit of extra mixer.
-Poms are pretty easy to seed, cut it in half and use lots of water to get the pieces apart
-A very tasty drink: Snow Ono
Shake
.5 Vodka
.5 Triple Sec
1.5 Unfiltered Sake
2.0 Pineapple Juice
together with ice and strain into a martini glass. Pour:
.66 Grenadine
slowly down the side so it all sits at the bottom. It all ends up looking like there's snow on top of the drink.
Tip: To get an even layer of 'snow' without the red, save a little bit of the foamy stuff until after you've poured the grenadine.
Monkey Jizz optional
On the whole, it was a successful solstice, nobody got burned by anything, fell into the fire while dancing around it naked, or got arrested (that I know of.) Happy Solstice, everyone! Your days only get brighter from here!
I can't believe I'm actually wearing my CFM boots to work. Heck, I can't even believe I'm wearing them anywhere outside of a party and with my Denmark pants (sparkly, no pockets, high waist and high slits up the legs.) I obtained a fantastic pair of pants yesterday, with lots of pockets and a snap-on pocket/purse thing on the belt. I loves it. I can put my cell phone, pocket knife, id and money in there, go off to the bars, and I don't have to carry around an annoying bag, don't have to nope nothing falls out of my bra or waistband, and the pants are stretchy, so I can drop it like it's hot. Oooh!
Happy Solstice, everyone! Your days can only get brighter from here!
And my suster's here, so we're having Solstice at my apartment this year, inviting a few friends over, drinking, cooking, making green tea ice cream. You know, the usual.
This weekend was. Did the drving thing to l'ville, took longer than usual, I swear, and they lost one of G's bags, and then we went shopping for necessities. whoo! Pizza and champagne for dinner, then up for ringing bells at sus's church (they're woefully short of people) and the minister gave a sermon on the christian symbols in LoTR. I wanted to stab him. That's certainly NOT the kind of thing I want to think about when I finally get to watch all glorious 3+ hours of it. What a bad bad man. though not as bad as Ghani's.
I, for one, will miss reading about Eva and her thoughts on things, content, discontent, blah, and will keep looking for the house in Costa Rica. And continue to save myself for her. I heart you Eva!
A wonderful explanation of the necessity of sex, to improve mood, lower death rate, promote weight loss, boost the immune system, and relieve pain. Now, if only I could find a suitable workout partner.
"Dr. Claire Bailey of the University of Bristol says there is little or no risk of a woman's overdosing on sex. In fact, she says, regular sessions can not only firm a woman's tummy and buttocks but also improve her posture. "
It also explains the "use it or lose it" phenomenon for women, that if you wait too long to have sex or anything, it becomes harder and harder to have it.
"I (Dr.) told her (woman who hadn't had sex for 3 years), 'Look, you'd better buy a vibrator or you're going to lose function there.'"
I've restarted my computer 8 times today already, and it's not even 1 yet. Stupid piece of shit laptop. I hate you. I hate you with every fiber of my being. Just please please don't die before we can get new ones. Please Please Pretty Please.
And it's snowing the fine snow, but not sticking to anything because it's too warm. What did stick before sunrise in melting, even. Just to even further tease and torment me. What's next? At least I'm not wearing white pants.
FP found the mirror for the dresser he gave to me in August. (Used to be his mother in law's, and it's more of a girl dresser, with lots of little drawers) The mirror's very pretty and really completes the room, makes it look even bigger. Yay! He brought it over and we set up the really heavy thing, it's so heavy that the bolts that hold it on are bent. Now, to get everything on top of the pretty dresser organized and cleaned and...
The Trip:
Applebee's->Sonkas->Ambrosini's->Terminal->Duggan's->Bally
Things learned:
-The waiter offered to buy Roomie a drink
-Ambro's has really cheap shots
-There's cranberry juice in 57-chevy's
-Sonka's Christmas party is tonight
-The Terminal has Kareoke on Tuesday nights
-Terminal's Kareoke list isn't long, since our song came right up
-The Bally has $2 "you call it" drinks
-Another place to dance is right down the street from the Verve, towards 3rd
-Rumplemintz tastes like swallowing toothpaste
-I can still beat the pants off Vy at Mario Kart, even when drunk and tired
Called Delta today to redeem some miles and go visit Ghani, and, after navigating the push buttons, got to the International Desk. Told the lady when I wanted to travel, where I wanted to go, etc... and she said "oh, we don't fly into Edinburgh. We actually don't go to Scotland at all. But it looks like we work with AirFrance, who goes into there." [1]
I'm thinking, "fine, just make reservations." She checks, and nothing available. Asks if I'm flexible with the dates, I say yes, she puts me on hold for 10 minutes, and there's still nothing available. Tells me she can maybe put me into Shannon or Dublin. Rather than argue the finer points of geography[2], I ask if she can put me into London. She can, at 10 am on the 1st. Can she get me out of Edinburg? Around the 12th? No. She advised me to call back in a week or so to see if there's any cancellations. [3]
[1] I hope she knows where her partner carriers fly, even if it France.
[2] as an international travel person, I'd hope she actually knows where Scotland is, and which isle it's attached to.
[3] so after a 35 minute call, most of it listening to her typing, I got nothing.
" You are G.I.R. You are completely insane, or hyper. You are the darling of Invader Zim's life, even thouh you get bossed around a lot. it's not like you notice; you are too busy dancing or eating or watching TV. You are funny without meaning to be, because of your pure craziness. Sing the Doom Song.
2 more things-
Bend it Like Beckham- Brilliant football movie, just bloody brilliant! Indian girl can play soccer like nobody's business, but her family does not approve.
"anybody can make AlooGabi, but nobody can bend it like Beckham"
Just Because I'm a Woman, The Songs of Dolly Parton- Other people sing Dolly's songs. also Brilliant. Melissa Etheridge's rendition of "I Will Always Love You" is a little over the top, but everything else is just awesome. I especially like Allison Krause's version of "9 to 5"
"Tumble out of bed and I stumble to the kitchen,
pour myself a cup of ambition..."
Since the light fixture got shorted out, Stan Stan the Maintenance Man came and replaced our light fixture in the main room. It's smaller and doesn't give off as much light, and it's higher, so changing bulbs will be a real bitch without calling Stan, but it's sorta pretty and small and, hopefully, will use less electricity. Who knows if he pulled the wiring through to replace it all, though.
We had a cot on the landing, unused, and I have an extra futon mattress, so at lunch today, Mom and I put two and two together and realised that they could be put together to make (trumpets, please) a couch! So now, in the living room, we have an awfully high couch without a back (large pillows will make that.)
And finally, Stan replaced the lightbulbs in the hallway, so we can see! it's like daytime on the upstairs landing now. Brilliant!
To the males in my life.
Please, if we're friends and work well as friends, don't ruin things by telling me you want a different kind of relationship with me. I value your friendship and the ability to talk to you. Don't betray that trust, because once you admit you like me as "more than a friend," I'm going to be more gaurded about what I say and do, since your motives are no longer sincere friendship.
If we work together, be smart. You already know that dating is a bad idea.
My desire to date waxes and wanes, I don't want to marry anytime soon, and since dating is a means to an end (the end being marriage,) your chances of getting me on an honest date are low. I enjoy hanging out, watching a movie, drinking beer, and watching sports, mostly low-energy activities usually assigned to the "boy activity" category. Don't read too much into it, I'm about as deep the guy sitting next to you at work or in class. I hate the mental mind games that some girls play and the ego smoothing they need.
If I want to go out with you, I'll probably let you know.
Oh, and un-serious flirting is ok. Always ok.
As long as I get to laugh at you.
And you can laugh at me.
And most bets are off when we're drunk.
P.S. You prob'ly think this rant is about you, don't you? It's not.
Not directed at anybody, just a randomosity. I read somewhere that a good rant once a day keeps stress levels down.
On the first day of Christmas, my mother gave to me...
A short in the main room light fixture
She shorted out another fuse while replacing a light bulb that I'd knocked the little cup thingie off of (it's decorative, keeps dust from falling on the bulb.) It kept blowing the circuit breaker while the light was on, so there's a permanent short in the system and Stan's going to replace the light. Hopefully, he goes all the way and takes out the cloth and wire wiring that's holding it together.
with a red, red ribbon...
Splashdown is one of my favoriteist bands ever. I listen to them evey day, it's such great running music, cooking music, driving music, everything music. Unfortuntely, they got screwed over by the record company after recording Blueshift, and only the sampler cd, Redshift, ever got released. The cd's been shelved forever. The band (now since broken up) actively encourages people to share their music, because that's the only way it will get heard and today, I found Project Blueshift, a site with the whole album. Finally, I will be complete!!
...I can be the flow, you can be the ebb...
*Update* I'm in extacy. This album is remarkable. It's finished versions of the songs I already love from Redshift."Sugar High," which I've never thought much of, just rocks my world now. "Charming Spell" turns me on. They've taken the songs and added so many layers, like a photograph into a photoshop creation. If only I could find everything else from Splashdown, like "Possibilities," "Stars and Garters," or "Halfworld."
It's been proven (in Canada) that men really do get stupider when looking at pretty girls, or exhibit "irrational discounting," playing off the biological premise of wanting short term gain rather than long term gain, even if the long-term is more lucrative. Women thought through it and chose long term gain.
The No-Contact Jacket uses a 9V battery to shock anybody grabbing you. It has a rubber insulating layer to prevent the wearer from getting shocked and covers over the hands to protect hands. It's activated by squeezing the palm switches- a natural reaction to getting grabbed. and 9V with boosters to boost the voltage powers a taser or cattle prod.
"To warn off any potential unauthorized contact the No-Contact Jacket produces visible and audible electric arcs between two seams on the wearer's upper right shoulder...The visual arcing indicator is functionally important since the rest of the electric current is invisible under the surface of the jacket."
This would totally be a confidence booster walking around the terre haute ghetto at night. Or around some attention-starved Rose boys...
4 am, and I'm still up and at the office.
Talking to a friend, I learned that he's never worn a condom. Doesn't even know how to put one on. Apparently, before he scrumps a new girl, they both go get tested, and the responsibility for the birth control rests squarely on her shoulders. Not necesarily financially, he's willing to help pay for it, but as for being on the pill, taking the pill, etc...
"if she gets pregnant, shes in deep shit, cuz she said she was on the pill"
Upon further inquiry, I learned that "I probably would actually take the kid. I love kids" and that if she didn't want to or couldn't have the baby at all, "then its her call...I dont have much say."
Now, I admire taking the responsibility to question the sexual history and then go get tested before every sexual partner, but it seems to me that testing is the sort of thing to do once in a committed, stable, monagamous relationship, and not a short-term fling. And only using one method of BC before that level is foolhardy enough, without allowing for relationship problems to settle before the risk of pregnancy. He claims the girl never asked him to wear one, which makes me wonder about the caliber of girl he's slept with and the willingness of the girl to make him shoulder some more of the contraceptive responsibility. I'm all for women taking control of their reproductive rights, but 6 girls in a row not asking him to wear one or double with another method? I'd like to slap some sense into them all, since the pill's only 96% effective. Coupling it with any other method of contraception makes pregnancy a very low possiblity. Also, some STD's don't show up right away, so if one switches partners quickly, infection may occur anyway.
As a result, I've taken the liberty of having a free sample of condom sent to him and also some literature about use.
... for a memorable DDD Alumnae Christmas Party.
1. Arrive late, stand at the door trying to ring the doorbell for 5 minutes becasue your hands are full and the ground's wet from raining.
2. Fix your appetizer in front of everyone (slice pears, unwrap brie)
3. Do not actually wrap your gift exchange present. Just put it in a box that fits and trap as many of the fumes from the sealant on the wood as possible. (becasue you finished it just before arriving)
4. Notice that the house is on fire.
5. Let the other Alums fill your wine glass and make a fuss, because you're a good 40-50 years younger than most of them.
6. Get heavily involved in the gift exchange, playing the politics of the game to get the present you want.
7. Miss the turn on the way home and end up at the intersection of 4 corn fields. Drive through one to turn around.
Finally, Carter County shows a lot of brains and anti-FWBism. Carter to watch, see on God resolution. Though I can't believe that it's already been passed in other counties, a resolution proclaiming God to be the foundation of government.
Still looking for the red truck.
Comgratulations, Mr. Wyndwraith from MIT.edu! You're visitor 1,000 to the website, at 8:45:06 this morning! For this momentus occasion, I've prepared a special set of poems, just for you, celebrating that what is the Wraith of Wynd.
To Wyndwraith:
You are far away
SL has MIT beating stick
won't touch when visit
UH soccer hunger
Walk 3 blocks to Subway shop
split a cookie with me?
DOA- kicks ass
change their ages
can get more action
cut my hair
you are diff'rent too
beard is gone
C-4 in the hall
Andy, Phil, Gordon, and Josh
What bombs at midnight
looking cross-eyed
tiny snowflakes
land on my nose
Except these are the huge huge ones, Snowing buckets! I'm so excited!! (and not just because I'm up before the ass-crack of dawn.) Everything's so peaceful and calm and quiet when it's snowing, and you're the only one up to see it, and then you can watch the black world grow into a grey one, and then into a grey and white one, through the big front window at work.
in the headlights
all the black snowflakes
suddenly white
In the video store, saw they had a new movie: Delta Delta Die!, a movie about the ladies of the Delta Delta Pi that kill and eat fraternity boys. The two Amazon reviews included these gems:
"clearly a reactionary 'folles au deux' conjuring both the tyranny of male chauvanism while maintining a deft cathexsis directed towards objects of Freudian phallic anti-intellectualism"
"I would recommend this movie to anyone who has a dark sense of humor and doesn't mind nudity." Sounds like a good match with some margaritas tonight!
Tonight is the DDD Alumnae Christmas party, including pot-luck dinner, philanthropy (books for kids,) and gift-exchange, described to me as "Alumnae Cristmas gift-exchange is a time when we all get together and Sisterly love goes right out the window." It's the exchange where if you're #2 to pick gifts and you really like #1's gift, you can steal it, and there's no limit to how many times a gift can be exchanged. I painted a tray and am going to put some dollarstore mugs and hot chocolate into it to complete the gift. Really, I'm just hoping it'll be a gift that the old ladies all fight over.
I get to work at 7 to do some work on the user manual for a device shipping on friday. [Doing it at night while the engineers aren't working on the device.] So DC is here, fixing the bugs in the code that is the user interface. Not too bad, I have other things to work on. But he's not just fixing his vb code. He's also listening to music (watching tv?) that isn't quiet. And then there's the Alanis Morisette. And he's fixing the code.
I wanted to gouge out his eyes with the spoon on my desk for a) taking so freaking long to fix the code b) leaving on vacation for 2 weeks so none of this could be started until he returned and c) complaining that he had so much to do and such a short deadline.
Haiku here So, since Mom's getting up early to take her car into the Saturn dealer for some work at 7:30, she's going to call mewhen she gets up at 6, so I get my ass out of bed and get to work to finish all this crap, because I don't want to deal with it again after friday.
My Grandmother had a lot of jewelry. Aunt Ruth (her sister) was commenting on this last time my Aunt S was visiting in Atlanta, because Aunt S brought some of Amma's rings down with her. Aunt Ruth said that every time Amma and Happy got into a fight, Happy bought her a piece of jewelry. He was like that, even when they were dating.
Now, where can I find a man like that? It doesn't have to be jewelry, it can be other things, like... other 'permanent' items. Is there a warehouse where I can pick one of these up?
8760 little hours....
Since it's 10pm, and I'm still at work and haven't thought of an interesting thing all day, I thought I'd tell you, gentle reader, about my day. I woke up, not in my clothes, not in my apt., but on the floor of a co-worker's house after a 'fun' night, got to work at 9:30, had a mildly ineffective meeting with GS about who-knows-what, ate, continued the message board tiff with my roommate (haven't seen her since November, but having a fight through messages on the whiteboard,) developed an excruciating, weather-related headache, went to Indy with GS (meeting in the car, his turn signals are beeps,) picked up another co-worker that neither of us like too much (GS really took me to Indy with him so he didn't have to talk to DC on the way back,) went home, took a shower, went to luau, and came back to work.
This year at Luau, I was such the old person there. I didn't know any of the guests, didn't know half the freshman (are they with us, are they potentials?) and stood near the stairs doing the "Old person shuffle." But I did look hot.
Last year, at Luau, I had a date (Yay!) in an Atari shirt (double Yay!) and I knew people to dance with and most of everybody there. And I still looked hot.
Looking at the gel samples from Apollo, they have some interesting name choices for the colors. First, there's the clothing: Bikini Yellow, Nude Gold, the drinks: Cactus Juice Green, Pilsner Yellow, Whiskey Tint, Chablis Yellow, the Lavendar family: Breathless , Whispering, Dominant, Submissive, Flirtatious, Voodoo, and the actions: Bludgeon Red, Salmon"illa", Sassy Pink, Kiss Me Tint, Seductive Blue, and my favorite, Spanked Pink.
hehe. I want to make a Spanked Pink cyclorama...
This weekend (I survived) I went to Ft. Wayne to see the fam. up there. It was fabulous. Ate turkey, drank wine, didn't kill anybody. Some things I learned (that I remember):
My Cousin, EH, is terrible at playing Taboo
In Taboo, clues that (might) make sense
This guy sits by the water. Jesus! (Lifegaurd)
Shiny thing above your boobs. (necklace)
He has a wicked cool car. (Batman)
The butt of a choo-choo. (caboose)
Tom ___ (cruise)
It took my Uncle G 15 shots before hitting any target the first time he shot a pistol (took me until the first shot)
Alternate recipie for sangria: red wine, brown sugar, orange juice, brandy
If no brandy, then hebal liquer with star anise works, too
They make cheese with cranberries in it
There's bars in New Haven
Uncle D hates her VCR
198 people can look like 300
