the subway is a rollercoaster that takes you to work.

The The Big Bang Theory Theory

States that if you give me salty noodles, a cold beer and an evening off I will enjoy anything you put in front of me. I am currently testing it with an episode of Stargate SG-1 and . . . this one needs a few more rounds in the lab.

Well-we'll be safe for now. Thank goodness we're in a bowling alley


Pleasantville is a fantastic movie.

blogs are the crying in the bathroom of the internet

So, my family is kind of going through some stuff, and my home life . . . needs work. Some of the bright spots in my social life have burned out, all within the past two weeks. It happens. It's all just life stuff that you have to deal with, but I feel like my heart is an open wound and everything is hitting it extra hard. I don't know what to do about any of it, so I just get up and take a shower and just let myself feel this way until I'm done. I hate to complain about my life because I know other people have it so much harder, but right now I just can't get a handle on any sweetness. I just feel all bad all the time and I can't get on top of it. It's really not like me.

I'm trying to think about nice things. A practice in positivity. Here are some:

1. I've got some projects coming up, and today an email subject said "directions to rock and roll practice". I take my rock and roll practice very seriously, please do show me the way.
2. I have better friends than I could possibly deserve.
3. I had a steak on Saturday from Paladar, perpetually fantastic. And a few pieces of someone else's steak tonight at Cup. Normally I wouldn't order a steak at a diner that looks like a communal shower, but it was not that bad.
4. A few years ago I was in a Second City revue class with a guy who had just left the army. We had a scene where we were a couple and we had our arms around each other for the whole scene. Rehearsal after rehearsal, show after show. That dude had back muscles that I still dream about. I wonder what he's up to.

A review of the new Indiana Jones movie by an 8 year old.

I liked how everything was loud and funny. I liked the younger boy and his sock hop look. I noticed how the ancient Homer Simpsons brought knowledge to the mayans like farming and irrigating and how to make complicated locks but then the actual people who lived there only say oogabooga and throw weapons but then we learned that too much learning makes your head explode which is how I feel when i have too much HW so that was good. The actors did a good job and it is cute when old people hug. I give it 3/4 of a smile out of a whole face.

"Picture it's Friday, and you've just lost the game. Now open your eyes. How do you feel?"

" . . . like poo."

"All right, well . . . we have an opportunity to not feel like poo."

rando calressian

I'm going to try to start working this into conversations:
Wow! This dope is super! I feel great!


I'd post pictures of myself, but not until I learn that cameras do not shoot bullets.





NOOOOOOOOO!


Time Booth!

"I don't know what I'd do if I came home to find him in a dress."

Imagine your favorite show, of which you've seen every episode. Then five years go by. Then you rent something by accident that you realize is not only an episode you've never seen, but the best episode. the FIRST episode.
I am watching the pilot episode of Kids in the Hall. I'm pretty sure I've never seen this, though I thought I had. It's like beautiful theater. They're geniuses. "They're children!"
I'm going to watch it again when it's over. This is really great.

Yeah, I . . . couldn't quite stay away.

My mom brought some of her wedding pictures down to new york this weekend for some reason, and I scanned the one below. It's the last picture in their wedding album and it makes me smile. Dad in his little fruit hat. Weirdos.

My horoscope said today that I am going to GO! TOO! FAR! and push away the people I am trying to attract. Well. Ok. I'll keep to myself for the rest of the day if you say so, weird lady in a cape, but I am not making any promises.

need:
a nice picture of myself with my hair like this, because I am GROWING IT OUT FOREVER.
my muuuuusic! My itunes is so empty, so so empty.
to get off the computer and go to the gym before I lie down and sleep until it's too late.
groceries

like:
I've had 2 steaks in the past month. I am enjoying the re-introduction of delicious beef into my life.
That Iron Man film. Quite the ride!

have:
a mom coming into town tomorrow
a place in a lottery pool
a camera I haven't used in a whole week.


I am probably going to be winding this blog up pretty soon. I'm going to sleep on it for a few more days, just because it's kind of a big decision. I've enjoyed it quite a lot, but these days very few people visit anymore, and those who do are mostly my friends, who I could just talk to, if I were the type of person to do that. I'm also starting to feel a little more like it's not a good idea to have so much of my life on display. I'd like people to get to know me through me, not through some weird, badly phrased, old diary entry.
I might do something like a tumblr someday, with pictures I take and kittens and jokes and stuff. But the personal stuff that I put in here before I realized how many people would find it is making me retro-cringe.
It's tough, though. I've had this longer than anything.

yeah. I'm probably going to just take a nap.

perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

I netflixed and watched the entire second season of Coupling this weekend. Not in the hungry-for-it way I devoured Friday Night Lights, or the sad and addictive way I clung to every episode of Buffy, this is more like the time my uncle caught my cousins smoking and lined five of them up against the garage and made them smoke cigars until they threw up. It's just so cheeky and CLEVAH! And British. And they say "breasts" in every episode. I love the Brits. You got me.
I also can't get the theme song out of my head. Maddening.

I am currently bored out of my mind. Seriously, painfully bored.

Yesterday, while I was calling in a report, I tipped my head to the side and I felt my desk flip over. Then I had some trouble walking. The ladies at work kicked me out and told me to see my doctor. I was diagnosed with mild vertigo, which is awesome because a) of all the things I could have wrong with me its really manageable and mild and b) it's an old-timey disease, like pleurisy or Legionnaire's or railway spine*. Very steampunk. Also, that explains the times in the past when it's happened and I thought I was diabetic or something worse. F that S! The troubling thing is, my doctor never asked me if I drove, which I think is kind of important. If that happened to me behind the wheel of a car, it would be bad news, indeed. Good thing I am afraid of driving, i guess?

I have to think of something dessertish for this party tonight. The clock is ticking. I wish I were better at being a girl.

*more information about railway spine can be found on the internet.

This is a funny site. You should do one!