six feet under
we have now seen every episode of Six Feet Under available on DVD. I WANT MORE.
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Jul 31st 2004I Peeved When
Archive for July, 2004
That was close
The website was down yet again. The last couple times this happened, when the website finally went back up, I lost my most recent entries. Just disappeared without explanation. So yesterday I was annoyed to find the website gone again, wondering if I would be able to rewrite my last few entries. This morning Steve found that his website was back up but the attached directory containing all information to my website had been deleted. For a queasy moment we believed that I may have just lost my entire online journal, with all the entries I’ve written since March 2003.
Then Steve did some rebuilding and backupping and wrote some scathing emails to the web host and somehow it seems that my site is back, for now. Some pictures are messed up but at least the words are back. I’m going to start writing my entries in Word and copying and pasting, though that is kind of a pain.
At this place in my life right now, this journal is an important piece of who I am. It is my self-expression. If I had lost it, I don’t know if I would have been able to begin again.
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Jul 31st 2004Uncategorized
Get yer lobsters here
If you live in a landlocked state and have some hankering for live lobsters in which to create a gourmet seafood dinner, why not get them here? While you’re at it, might as well get some worms too, for dessert.
I am beginning to get an inkling of how the exasperated parents of Calvin and Hobbes feel- to love and want to strangle something at the same time. Casper is now taking to jumping up on top of our refrigerator and the hallway balcony, in addition to, of course, all tables, countertops and bureaus. No matter how many times we hiss at him, squirt him with water, and dump him back on the ground, he is completely undeterred. He just squints at us and chirps and jumps back up. He follows us around everywhere and purrs and purrs. When we leave the house, he sits in the kitchen window and wails, we can hear it from the street.
He has also begun to try his hardest to get outside, causing us to freak out and swear a lot as we corner him on the porch. If we lived in a place that wasn’t full of traffic and other cats we’d let him go out. The other day we actually saw someone walking their cat and laughed until we were rolling on the ground. Yet, at the same time, I was seriously entertaining the idea of walking Casper, because he would be so hilarious and maybe work off some frickin energy.
Today is cold and gray, good for reading all day long. I have lots of books I got from the “suggested readings” list for my internship. Even though the books so far are excellent, whenever I sit or lie on any soft surface of any kind, I fall asleep. I may have to read sitting upright in one of those old fashioned wooden torture devices. That’ll keep me awake.
Coffee does absolutely nothing for me anymore.
Jul 28th 2004Uncategorized
The thing about Silver Bay
Saturday was a beautiful day and at Silver Bay it was one of those days where the lake is bluer than the sky. A deep brilliant blue surrounded by mountains. The sun, typically to be avoided during midday in late July, was actually a haven in the cool, rain-scoured air. I met up with old friends I have not seen in a year and relived old times. Melissa was a beautiful bride and the lakeside reception was idyllic. We ate, drank, and danced til late and had s’mores at the bonfire. Then Steve and I went into the reception tent, laid out our sleeping bags under a table and passed out. It made perfect sense at the time. I’ll have you know that those heavy white wedding table cloths insulate better than a tent. We were quite warm and comfy.
The thing about Silver Bay is that, no matter what, ever, getting together with my friends from the summer of ‘96 makes me happy like nothing else. Even if it is just a handful of us, simply being in the presence of each other and reliving our memories gives me a wonderful feeling of completion. I can feel it throughout my being, this swelling of happiness. I’m sounding so corny but I can’t help it. I don’t know why it is that way, I don’t know if it is the unique blend of people or if it is because of what we had together. Would this have happened with any group of people brought together at a certain time, or are we just lucky to have found each other? Or is it just me, making a mountain out of a molehill again? I shouldn’t try to question or analyze it (like I do everything else), maybe it simply is.
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Jul 26th 2004Uncategorized
show
why is it that when you decide to watch a show you haven’t seen in a long time, it’s always the episode that you’ve seen?
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Jul 21st 2004I Peeved When
Dear guy who stares at me the whole time during break:
I’m not sure exactly why I was put on earth, but I can say with absolute certainty it is not for your sole visual entertainment during break. I know I look like I’m just lost in thought and have no idea that you are boring your gaze into my skull, but in fact I am starting to feel quite uncomfortable which makes it harder to finish my Nutrigrain bar. Not to mention to be able to sit for ten minutes in peace and rest my aching back and feet. Not only am I made to feel self conscious but I have to strategically place my gaze so that I do not make eye contact with you, because with the slightest encouragement you might come over and hump my leg. I like how, when I take my seat and if your back is to me, you turn and sit sideways, that’s real subtle. God forbid where I sit would interfere with your scoping.
I suppose you are an unfortunate male product of society, and you are trained to check out every female you see and automatically calculate her body size, rate her appearance, note every flaw and then picture her naked all in the period of .025 seconds. I can tell you are generally a nice guy, you do not stare in a mean way, just in an intrusive way. Apparently you find something fascinating with my grubby t-shirt and unshowered hair at seven in the morning. I know I’m the only female in the breakroom but I’m a CO-WORKER, I’m lifting and hauling as much as you are and when I blow my nose my boogers are black with dirt like yours are. So you can stop staring now.
Sincerely,
your CO WORKER
Jul 21st 2004Uncategorized
blume
Melissa: I like Judy Blume’s new book, it’s really good.
Sarah: Wow, Judy Blume is still writing books? She’s still putting out?
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Jul 19th 2004I Laughed When
The Tour and my infatuation
The Tour de France is going strong. Unfortunately we only have basic cable so we can only watch it once a week, on Sundays, for an hour. That’s all the coverage the Tour gets from prime networks. Steve has always been into cycling but I didn’t have much interest in watching the Tour until I read Lance Armstrong’s books. Now I love watching it. I’ve never been one for becoming infatuated with celebrities or professional athletes, but Lance is the first to truly inspire me. And I admit it, I’m infatuated with him.
So we watched the mere hour coverage of the past week yesterday. The thing that cracks me up about watching it is when they are highlighting the rivalry between Armstrong and Ullrich. Basically, the coverage of the rivalry looks like this: Lance is going solo, screaming up a mountain. Then the camera shifts to Ullrich, surrounded by his team and pedaling hard. I think it must be Ullrich’s freckled boyish face, because all I can think of is how they look like a gang of bullies from E.T. or The Goonies. The bad boys trying to catch up so that they can give the hero a good beating and prevent him from getting to the buried treasure or freeing the alien or whatever. Cut to Lance- go Lance go! Cut to Ullrich’s gang- they are throwing down their helmets and kicking their tires. Aw, shucks! It’s a regular feel-good Spielberg flick.
Another run in the rain yesterday- five miles. Not bad at all.
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Jul 19th 2004Uncategorized