December 31st, 2005

Get out the immodium, I’ve got bloggerrhea!

Thanks for the internet shits, Brian!

Four Jobs You’ve Had in Your Life: Camp Counselor, Soda Jerk, Record Store clerk, Waitress.

Four Movies You Could Watch Over and Over: Harold & Maude, Time Bandits, City of Lost Children, Serenity.

Four Places You’ve Lived: Newark, Delaware; An Old Folks’ Home in Pasadena, CA; Budapest, Hungary; The Capital of the Confederacy.

Four TV Shows You Love to Watch: Veronica Mars, Alias, Lost, Sealab.

Four Places You’ve Been on Vacation: Tasmania Australia, Florida Keys, Seattle WA, Cairo Egypt.

Four Websites You Visit Daily: Flickr, Urban Dead, Gmail, your weblog.

Four of Your Favorite Foods: Green beans, Pho Tai (vietnamese beef noodle soup), grits, burritos.

Four Places You’d Rather Be: Tahiti, Cuba, Indonesia, St. Johns. Pretty much any place with palm trees in January.

Four Albums You Can’t Live Without: XTC “Black Sea,” Lotion “Nobody’s Cool,” Camper Van Beethoven “Our Beloved Revolutionary Sweetheart” Ryan Adams “Heartbreaker.”

Fuck, this was fun. Why don’t we do these stupid-ass LJ things more often? Do y’all feel like you know me better now as a result of this posting? At least you know that my record collection is totally stupid and chock-fulla college-radio puss-rock. WHEE!

Next up:
Danielle, Kate, Mia, Scott.


December 31st, 2005

Because Danielle called me last night and made me laugh until I wept (three words: ANAL COMMITMENT CEREMONY), and then she posted her uberlist and I said I’d post three things on my uberlist to her 106. Hey, what can I say, she’s an overachiever, I’m an underachiever.


  1. Hire a contractor and an electrician and finish the attic bedroom. Living in 998 square feet with 2 people with three pets and a shitton of furniture… well, it’s getting old being so cramped.
  2. Be a better friend and hang out more often. Visit family more frequently. Build up drinking tolerance, learn to milk goats, spend lots of time gardening at mom’s farm, go out to Happy Hour more frequently, organize more parties and dinner nights, go fishing a lot more with Dad, etc.
  3. Talk to Danielle on the phone at least once a week, because holy shit, that girl is GOOD TIMES. Seriously, if you aren’t internet-stalking her, you are goddamn retarded.

2005 Wrapup:
Quit smoking. Fell in love. Not in that order. Moved in together. Built a patio. Didn’t go to the gym as much as I should have (see: “Fell in love / Moved in together.” He taught me how to sleep in!) Quit drinking daily coffee and switched to tea. Found a farm for mom, negotiated the sale, helped her move in and begin her retirement. Dropped the ball on a shitton of other stuff, but fuck it, I was busy this year. Lost a dear friend to Lung Cancer (see item #1). Quit my second job. Baked a lot of cookies, coffee cakes and casseroles. Spent a lot of time laughing and being happy (see item #2).


December 27th, 2005

This is a list of things I purchased for Christmas, and a list of people that I purchased them for. Mix-N-Match! Answer in the comments! Winner will be sent a gift of my choosing (see below), at some point in the new year!

1. A boot-scraper!
2. A Toothbrush! Sonicare!
3. $40 in Regal Cinema Gift Dollars!
4. A really awesome lightly-watched Sony Trinitron TV!
5. Some booze!
6. Not a damn thing!

A. Allen
B. My dad
C. My mom
D. His sister
E. His parents
F. YOU! And my brother

In breaking news, I buy the worst xmas presents ever. Almost as bad as my mother, who bought me three blankets. Because, you know. I am obviously freezing to death here in Richmond, Virginia, AKA “The Tundra.” (She bought me three blankets last year. And the year before. And three years ago. Ad nauseum.)

I bought myself a new cell phone on a new carrier (so that I could make calls, you know, from INSIDE MY HOUSE), but I bought a Razr phone, and I’m not impressed with it. It’s nice and thin, groovy-looking, but the menus are not intuitive, and the cameraphone totally sucks. Sadly, I think I’m gonna have to give up the new hotness for something with better reception, a vibrate function, a reasonably half-decent camera, and a more sensible menu. And that I can actually hear when it is ringing. Man, obviously there is a lot wrong with this phone. It’s a shame it’s so damn sexy.

PS: if you drink tea, have you tried PG Tips? This nice black tea is so good that Allen totally pinched it from his momma’s cupboard, and we have been drinking it nonstop ever since. I hope we can find it here in town. It is delightful with milk.

Dear Peter Jackson,

December 24th, 2005

I know you are all fucking bad-ass and shit now, even though apparently I’m the only one who remembers Dead Alive, but dude, was it really necessary to make King Kong THREE AND A HALF FUCKING HOURS LONG?

I killed myself, I took my time gettin’ reborn, and they were still in the goddamn JUNGLE.


PS: CW, eat a wang.

Shout out to my peeps in South Africa and England!

December 22nd, 2005

I just saw that I have a reader in South Africa and two in the UK! Hey y’all! Greetings from the Capital of the Confederacy!

Don’t forget to add yourselves to my totally awesome frappr mappr! You know I get a secret glee out of this kind of shit.

I have a lot of driving to do this holiday season, in my very-generous-time-off-package. I’ll be making tamales tomorrow with my mom (pork, chicken, and bean-and-cheese), and then we’ll be going to Roanoke to see the BF’s family, then we are headed to Delawhere to see my Dad and then the BF is playing a New Year’s eve thing in Fredericksburg, so OMG SPENDING HOLIDAY IN CAR.

I send my love to all of you this day, the first day after Winter Solstice–such a day to celebrate! Longer days! Even those of you who think I don’t see you! I do! I’m like Santa, or Sinter Klaas or something! I SEE YOU WHEN YOU’RE SLEEPING! And me and Rob’s baby are totally coming to kick your ass*.

* Just kidding. But go tell Rob you want him to name his baby Skeletor. It is totally the bitchenest baby name EVAR!!!


December 22nd, 2005

I am in a lousy mood today. I wish it was sunny and 75F and headed into summer so I could ride my moped all the time.

Riding mopeds is awesome.

Allen zooms away!

Christmas bums me out. But this made me laugh.


December 21st, 2005

We had a lunch potluck today and everybody loved my spinach mac, so here’s the recipe!

Spinach Mac!

1 10 ounce box frozen chopped spinach, thawed
½ sweet onion, grated

Microwave or boil these together for a couple of minutes, just to meld the flavors. Use a strainer and the back of a spoon to press out excess liquid.

Boil ½ box macaroni noodles to package directions.

Make a white sauce:
Melt 2-3 tablespoons of butter
whisk in 1 tablespoon of sifted flour
1 ½ to 2 cups of milk
Fresh ground black pepper

Stir the spinach/onion into the white sauce, stir together with noodles, then stir in any kind of grated cheese (I used about ½ cup each of Parmesan, mozzarella, crumbled feta and about 1 cup Monterey jack)

Pour into a greased casserole, sprinkle grated jack on top, bake at 350 for 30-45 minutes, until bubbly and the top starts to brown.

This keeps really well, so if you want to freeze it or make it ahead of time and bake it just before an event… it was a real crowd-pleaser.

Lips that terrify me.

December 19th, 2005

Have any of you seen Lisa Rinna or Meg Ryan lately?

What the holy fuck have these two done to their mouths? They look kind of maybe somewhat OK closed, but fuck, that shit is distracting watching them try to talk through those fucking deformed innertube-lips. Are they completely unaware that they are both diving headfirst into creepy cat-lady territory??


December 17th, 2005

is the only word to describe my hangover today. It is the Faberge egg of hangovers. Diamond-encrusted, hand-painted cloisonne, detailed in gold and platinum.

I steal your ass

December 16th, 2005

I stole this shit from Will, as this is the week of Stealing Shit Off Other People.

Go visit my map and like, put yourself on there so I know where you at, yo!