Disclaimer
Okay, consider this fair warning. I'm going away and probably won't be writing over the weekend... so if you need to pace yourself and only read a few paragraphs each day until Monday, then keep that in mind as you start. I have lots to tell anyway, so it may take until Monday to read everything.
Skin-A-Marinky-Linky-Link
Let's get these out of the way. I found a few places of note between the time I posted yesterday and now, so I thought I'd share with you...
Fort Drastic... one of those recently updated blogs yesterday. Haven't had too much time to delve into it, but what I did read was slightly amusing.
I'm getting ready to unlink Steve until he can start being a little nicer about my homeland. Come on, dude. It's Iowa... that's where the tall corn grows. Then again, maybe I'm not offended, because we don't really claim that part of Iowa anyway. It's kind of like Kentucky... you make fun of people who come from there, and you'd never want to have to live there. Nevermind... I'm sorry.
Yesterday I broke down and installed the Google Toolbar. I'm normally averse to downloading stuff like that, but it is worth it just for the popup blocker. 63 popups blocked since yesterday afternoon, thanks muchly.
Friday Five
1. What housekeeping chore(s) do you hate doing the most?
I don't particularly like doing laundry, which is why I have a tendency to wear everything in my closet before I wash anything.
2. Are there any that you like or don't mind doing?
Cleaning my own bathroom... it's a little different story if it's for public usage. I also vacuum the bedroom on a regular basis to keep the layer of long red hairs as low as possible.
3. Do you have a routine throughout the week or just clean as it's needed?
Mostly as needed, but Saturdays are when I really crack down.
4. Do you have any odd cleaning/housekeeping quirks or rules?
For goodness sake, please don't leave crusty dishes rotting in my sink. I have this thing about kitchens, which is why I can't wait to have my own house again. My mother keeps her kitchen spotless. Seriously. And due to this, I cannot understand how people can leave spills and mess all over the counter and floor without bothering to wipe things up. Come on. It's not going to just disappear. Ugh. Dont' get me started.
5. What was the last thing you cleaned?
Bathroom sink.
Mama, I'm Comin' Home
I'm going back to Indianapolis tonight for the first time in a year and a half, I think. I'm pretty excited about it. I am so up for the roadtrip. Manda should be on her way there. I'll meet her at the house tonight. Tomorrow is about food and shopping, which I hate, but not when it's thrift stores or World Market. We're going to my favourite Italian (the theme for the week) bistro... Mama Carolla's. I can almost taste it. Yay!
Sounds like she got out of Orlando just in time though. I think this tropical storm business is what's keeping the weather a little more tolerable here the last couple of days. I just heard from my cranky friend Mark, and this is what he has to say about it...
mark: so...we are playing outside at Disney today and there is a freakin' tropical storm coming in
me: mm... how nice for you
me: what's its name?
mark: i don't know
mark: not a hurricane
me: I'll find out
me: so is it raining?
me: it's named fabian :)
mark: not yet...but it's coming
me: sweet
mark: yeah...outdoor show....no roof...we're screwed.
me: oh ... no the one that's getting you is Henri
mark: yeah well....Henri can go to hell
He's so fun.
Yours, Mine & OURS
So I've been putting off talking about last night, because I really can't even talk about it. Ever have one of those musical experiences that was beyond the scope of words when it came to describing how you felt? An instance where you were reduced to hand gestures and facial expressions, because the appropriate adjectives escaped you? Well, that's me about last night.
I went as Pauley's ambassador to the Jimmy Gnecco show last night. Her sister is a super cool chick who let me tag along. Those gals are top-notch, let me tell you.
Jimmy came out on stage looking all waify and gaunt, and my first thought was, "There is no way that huge voice comes out of such a slender body." But it does. Oh, does it ever! (He did explain that they are in the middle of recording their third album right now and that he doesn't like to do shows while they are recording, because he ends up not sleeping a whole lot... which makes him look really tired and sick and makes everyone talk. So he was giving us something to talk about.)
I think Andrea described it best when she said that he was almost hypnotic. It was as though the audience was collectively leaning forward in attempt to absorb more of the music. It was so, so beautiful. Simply beautiful.
A classic moment was when he was about to introduce "Dizzy". He relayed a story about how he had driven straight through the night before and that at one point he needed to stop for gas and coffee. The gas station didn't have any coffee that he wanted, so he was wandering around the store when someone came inside and asked frantically, "Are you pumping gas?" He went outside and found fuel spewing from his car. Turns out that they spilled around $30-worth of gasoline, which he expected to pay for. What he didn't expect to pay for was the local fire department and hazmat team responding to the scene. They were apparently detained for several hours before hitting the road again. The whole segue into the song was that there was a bit of a gaseous smell discovered upon turning on the air conditioning... and hence, he felt a bit... dizzy.
And yes, he did perform a new song. I love it already. The chorus goes something like "You spend your whole life, waiting for your whole life, [thinking that?] it's over". You heard it here first, folks. If I had my little midi program on this computer, I'd give you the melody too, but I'm afraid you'll just have to wait.
Other highlights include seeing the Superfans who were (quite clearly) from Kentucky... and seeing the two cartoon girls who looked like they pealed themselves out of an anime comic.
I must admit that I did something that is against everything I stand for. I was about to go home, but I knew that Jimmy was standing outside talking to a bunch of people. I knew I'd kick myself later if I didn't go over there. So I waited around the huddle. I felt a little bad for the guy. (Which is one of the reasons I could never be a rockstar... I have no desire to be touched all the time by total strangers. And then lack of musical talent would be the other reason.) During an awkward lull, I managed an "excuse me..." and I had him sign my ticket stub. There you go. Slap a "Superfan" sticker on my forehead and send me home.
But anyway, I wish you all could have heard him. It was so great... and it sounded a little something like this.
Thanks, PP, for the music and tickets. Thanks, Andrea, for the chai and great company.
(I would have written this all a lot earlier, but Blogger was messing with me.)
Now I must finish this magazine article that is making me want to pull my hair out. Go to post office. Get rental car. And drive, baby drive...
Okay, consider this fair warning. I'm going away and probably won't be writing over the weekend... so if you need to pace yourself and only read a few paragraphs each day until Monday, then keep that in mind as you start. I have lots to tell anyway, so it may take until Monday to read everything.
Skin-A-Marinky-Linky-Link
Let's get these out of the way. I found a few places of note between the time I posted yesterday and now, so I thought I'd share with you...
Fort Drastic... one of those recently updated blogs yesterday. Haven't had too much time to delve into it, but what I did read was slightly amusing.
I'm getting ready to unlink Steve until he can start being a little nicer about my homeland. Come on, dude. It's Iowa... that's where the tall corn grows. Then again, maybe I'm not offended, because we don't really claim that part of Iowa anyway. It's kind of like Kentucky... you make fun of people who come from there, and you'd never want to have to live there. Nevermind... I'm sorry.
Yesterday I broke down and installed the Google Toolbar. I'm normally averse to downloading stuff like that, but it is worth it just for the popup blocker. 63 popups blocked since yesterday afternoon, thanks muchly.
Friday Five
1. What housekeeping chore(s) do you hate doing the most?
I don't particularly like doing laundry, which is why I have a tendency to wear everything in my closet before I wash anything.
2. Are there any that you like or don't mind doing?
Cleaning my own bathroom... it's a little different story if it's for public usage. I also vacuum the bedroom on a regular basis to keep the layer of long red hairs as low as possible.
3. Do you have a routine throughout the week or just clean as it's needed?
Mostly as needed, but Saturdays are when I really crack down.
4. Do you have any odd cleaning/housekeeping quirks or rules?
For goodness sake, please don't leave crusty dishes rotting in my sink. I have this thing about kitchens, which is why I can't wait to have my own house again. My mother keeps her kitchen spotless. Seriously. And due to this, I cannot understand how people can leave spills and mess all over the counter and floor without bothering to wipe things up. Come on. It's not going to just disappear. Ugh. Dont' get me started.
5. What was the last thing you cleaned?
Bathroom sink.
Mama, I'm Comin' Home
I'm going back to Indianapolis tonight for the first time in a year and a half, I think. I'm pretty excited about it. I am so up for the roadtrip. Manda should be on her way there. I'll meet her at the house tonight. Tomorrow is about food and shopping, which I hate, but not when it's thrift stores or World Market. We're going to my favourite Italian (the theme for the week) bistro... Mama Carolla's. I can almost taste it. Yay!
Sounds like she got out of Orlando just in time though. I think this tropical storm business is what's keeping the weather a little more tolerable here the last couple of days. I just heard from my cranky friend Mark, and this is what he has to say about it...
mark: so...we are playing outside at Disney today and there is a freakin' tropical storm coming in
me: mm... how nice for you
me: what's its name?
mark: i don't know
mark: not a hurricane
me: I'll find out
me: so is it raining?
me: it's named fabian :)
mark: not yet...but it's coming
me: sweet
mark: yeah...outdoor show....no roof...we're screwed.
me: oh ... no the one that's getting you is Henri
mark: yeah well....Henri can go to hell
He's so fun.
Yours, Mine & OURS
So I've been putting off talking about last night, because I really can't even talk about it. Ever have one of those musical experiences that was beyond the scope of words when it came to describing how you felt? An instance where you were reduced to hand gestures and facial expressions, because the appropriate adjectives escaped you? Well, that's me about last night.
I went as Pauley's ambassador to the Jimmy Gnecco show last night. Her sister is a super cool chick who let me tag along. Those gals are top-notch, let me tell you.
Jimmy came out on stage looking all waify and gaunt, and my first thought was, "There is no way that huge voice comes out of such a slender body." But it does. Oh, does it ever! (He did explain that they are in the middle of recording their third album right now and that he doesn't like to do shows while they are recording, because he ends up not sleeping a whole lot... which makes him look really tired and sick and makes everyone talk. So he was giving us something to talk about.)
I think Andrea described it best when she said that he was almost hypnotic. It was as though the audience was collectively leaning forward in attempt to absorb more of the music. It was so, so beautiful. Simply beautiful.
A classic moment was when he was about to introduce "Dizzy". He relayed a story about how he had driven straight through the night before and that at one point he needed to stop for gas and coffee. The gas station didn't have any coffee that he wanted, so he was wandering around the store when someone came inside and asked frantically, "Are you pumping gas?" He went outside and found fuel spewing from his car. Turns out that they spilled around $30-worth of gasoline, which he expected to pay for. What he didn't expect to pay for was the local fire department and hazmat team responding to the scene. They were apparently detained for several hours before hitting the road again. The whole segue into the song was that there was a bit of a gaseous smell discovered upon turning on the air conditioning... and hence, he felt a bit... dizzy.
And yes, he did perform a new song. I love it already. The chorus goes something like "You spend your whole life, waiting for your whole life, [thinking that?] it's over". You heard it here first, folks. If I had my little midi program on this computer, I'd give you the melody too, but I'm afraid you'll just have to wait.
Other highlights include seeing the Superfans who were (quite clearly) from Kentucky... and seeing the two cartoon girls who looked like they pealed themselves out of an anime comic.
I must admit that I did something that is against everything I stand for. I was about to go home, but I knew that Jimmy was standing outside talking to a bunch of people. I knew I'd kick myself later if I didn't go over there. So I waited around the huddle. I felt a little bad for the guy. (Which is one of the reasons I could never be a rockstar... I have no desire to be touched all the time by total strangers. And then lack of musical talent would be the other reason.) During an awkward lull, I managed an "excuse me..." and I had him sign my ticket stub. There you go. Slap a "Superfan" sticker on my forehead and send me home.
But anyway, I wish you all could have heard him. It was so great... and it sounded a little something like this.
Thanks, PP, for the music and tickets. Thanks, Andrea, for the chai and great company.
(I would have written this all a lot earlier, but Blogger was messing with me.)
Now I must finish this magazine article that is making me want to pull my hair out. Go to post office. Get rental car. And drive, baby drive...
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