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30.3.06
so obviously it's a good thing i didn't go to medical school.

The dogs never jump on me. i swat them when they do and now they avoid it - or anyway they never get above my knees before they remember. M didn't swat them when they were little, he's only just started, and so they don't really pay attention and still dig their claws into him when he comes in the door.

M has a belly button ring. it is still, at this moment, intact and in his belly button. Mostly because i don't have the cojones to get it out and because we have no needlenose pliers at home. Because, seriously, why would we need needlenose pliers? was this really as predictable as it sounds here? oh, god, it was, wasn't it. tags:

scrawled @ 17:22

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29.3.06
things i liked about V
in no particular order:

  1. wachowski
  2. moral dilemmas
  3. and ideas that are gray instead of black and white
  4. philosophical rants
  5. that rhyme
  6. and alliterate
  7. and relevant political allegory
  8. natalie portman
  9. going all butch
  10. other wachowski
  11. civil disobedience
  12. that nice cop person - well done, nice cop person
  13. The 1812 Overture
  14. noncivil disobedience
  15. via kung fu
  16. and general spectacular pyromania
  17. not to mention swashbuckling
  18. hugo weaving
  19. subterranean batcaves
  20. with art
  21. and jukeboxes
  22. and dancing
  23. because A Revolution Without Dancing is Not Worth Having
  24. sedition against The Man
  25. bullet time
  26. with more kung fu
  27. noir dystopias in general
  28. with sharpie comic-book cinematography in particular
  29. that is apparently fairly true to the original
  30. plus lefty socialist politicks
  31. and the rise of the collective proletariat
  32. and bits you have to pay attention to to get
  33. leading to suspected rewatchability
  34. The Chase Scene (the one with the gorilla)
  35. i could go on, here.

or, to sum up: Gunpowder, treason, and plot. tags:

scrawled @ 20:37

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24.3.06
mars/venus/the fucking Kuiper belt, i swear
if not, that is, alpha centauri. or the small magellanic cloud. or, you know, somewhere beyond the Great Wall. (ok, now i'm just showing off.) mars and venus are relatively close by in the grand scheme of things. but then once in a while there are people from entirely different planets. Comets, maybe - that sometimes they sorta swing by and you catch a little - and then they hit the oort cloud and you completely lose track. which sucks because this is something i ought to get, right? this ought to be vaguely comprehensible, somehow. and it's frustrating.

but going that far from home is risky.

scrawled @ 17:54

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21.3.06
Golden Ecru Redux


see? Pretty damn sharp. Also, more photos of the house (incl. the grey computer room and more pics of the dogs) at yahoo. Just for reference, the previous color was off-pink not-really-gray mauvey purpley bleah, also known as The Color Of Failure. in fact it was almost exactly the same shade as my cryingly standard metal filing cabinet at work. quite an improvement.

scrawled @ 02:37

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20.3.06
cool.
i'm a huge nerd.
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scrawled @ 23:47

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Golden Ecru
the hallway and living room are nearly done being painted: the hallway is done, at least, and all but one wall of the living room is yellow. The kitchen and dining room, which are together with the living room in one giant adjoining space, will be a different color (and i'm taking suggestions). Mentioned this to The Dad and he asked - oddly, since their entire downstairs is a faded blue - if i was sure i wanted the living room to be all one color? yes, yes i do, it's a lovely dusty bronze, and it looks FANTASTIC. Really quite sharp.

Also, Olympic Premium paint from Lowes (love gift cards) is wonderful. i'm using much less paint than i thought i would be - it has really exceptionally good coverage - and when it says "low odor" it damn well means it: when i painted the computer room with Behr it stank for a week even with the windows open. one could actually smell the paint outside the house. The entire hallway (which has to have poor air circulation, it has to) and the living room i've painted and? i can put my nose to the wall and it barely smells funny at all.
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scrawled @ 21:20

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The slow realization that in moving to vienna, it is going to get very, very hard to see anyone - weddings, christmasses, thanksgivings. The nasty little bug that is either nobody else gets this yet or maybe they don't care or they're just not talking about it and either way feels like a letdown.

scrawled @ 21:13

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15.3.06
Truth and consequences
Miss Deaf Texas killed while walking on train tracks. Dear Deaf Friend of Mine, if i ever hear (see the extra layers of meaning on that one?) you have been walking on train tracks, which i realize we used to do but it was not a good idea then either and we both knew it at the time, i am going to be very worried and disappointed too because really i think you're smarter than that. i certainly assume you're smarter than that. and i think maybe i'm missing something here, because why would Miss Deaf Texas make a habit of walking on train tracks? seriously.

and,

tom fox had a blog. and when he says he is waiting in the light you get the idea he know's what he's talking about: it's like a little epi-pen of quakerism. i could bookmark it For Spiritual Crises. and it's so, so, so easy to think he went in blindly. To blame the victim. Again. and to be lost in anger. Walking on train tracks is not a responsible thing to die for. Working for peace and justice and change where change is desperately needed and hope when there is nothing else left - this is not a risk one can ask others not to take.
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scrawled @ 22:45

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13.3.06
oak season
And my car is so covered with pollen it has texture. tried to not use the a/c over the weekend; the attic fan helps. vichysoisse. i'm never hungry when it's hot: this was great in wisconsin, where there was no air conditioning and only poorly maintained kitchens and a fair walk to the grocery store. doesn't work so well in texas, where you can't get out of the freezing cold in august, my kitchen is full of things i love, and the grocery store has avocados and fresh tortillas 24/7.
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scrawled @ 21:22

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8.3.06
There is a new song that, at times, plays on the radio, when the radio is not playing the local uber-left station, but when instead it's on the station that calls itself "alternative" but which really most of the time is, well, basically a failure to communicate. the new song is by the Living Things and i feel bad for liking it really more than i might feel bad for liking whatever other random junk they play. because it is (on top of being a fucked-up video, now that i've downloaded the video, but maybe that's just what videos are like now that i don't watch fucking television) not only catchy, stuck-in-your-head pop bullshit, which would be bad enough on its own, but it's so freaking meta. Ostensibly this is a left-side band, and they say they criticise the powers that be and the consumerism and the way that things are; but on first (and second, and third, and fourth) listen, this is a pro-war song. right? you have to pay close attention for it to not be a pro-war song. and i think to a pro-war person, of which there are a great many in this particular part of the world that i continue to inexplicably inhabit, it would sound even more like a pro-war song and might not make them uncomfortable in the slightest. and really it could go either way.

and god, they're so brainy and sexy, but if you're not really paying attention, because honestly who is, then it glorifies everything we're doing in iraq and makes it all cool instead of being awful, which is NOT A GOOD THING, even more so than - just as a random example - the anti-woman bullshit they play at the stupid clubs in this part of the world.

also, shockingly, the Harry Shearer that does "le Show" is the same Harry Shearer that did "The Simpsons" and "This is Spinal Tap" and the websites all say it is, in fact, satirical, though he seems funnier to me when he has a script. Maybe it's not that sort of satire. maybe it's just me.
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scrawled @ 05:11

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7.3.06
i'm old.
bachelorette party, with the inflatable man and the red velvet cake and the girly girly drinks. And then we all put on plastic leis and candy necklaces and ring pops and went to the stupid bar (because, for reasons unknown really to us all, the Bride wanted to go to the stupid bar) and laydees over 21 have no cover all night (because it's that sort of bar, with the drink specials and the too-loud music you really don't want to hear, particularly because they were alternating new-school country with I'm In Love With a Stripperrrrr) and now that i look like a complete raver chick with all my sweety candy (ugh) i have no excuse to say, wait a second, why do you want to go to this bar, again? because as a Married Person, i can still go to the bar. why look, here i am now, at the Stupid Bar, as a Married Person, just like i could be before, so "i'm getting married" isn't really a valid reason for this, is it? no, no it isn't. And the dollar-fifty longnecks would be cheaper at the gas station, or at the grocery, or at the package store. And i can make well tequila shots just as easy. And at home there are no dusty dead animals hanging from the walls shedding little hairs in your drink, and at home nobody smokes indoors, and at home conversations don't make your voice hurt, and at home you don't have to look at people who really shouldn't be wearing that, and ...
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scrawled @ 18:25

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3.3.06
sometimes there are things that people do, and suddenly they're revealed as complete human beings instead of ciphers, placeholders. you get new insights into them, and how they think, and how really similar we all are, and there's whole new levels of empathy. and it's really a lovely, binding thing and you feel so much closer to them afterwards, and there's this sort of raw tenderness for a little while and you never see them the same way again.

other times, of course, there are things that people do, and you wonder what planet they come from, and what could possibly have put that particular bug in their head and where exactly, to use a particularly showy metaphor, they get off. cuz it ain't my stop.
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scrawled @ 23:46

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