| Something always goes wrong |
[07 Nov 2005|09:42pm] |
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The inside sleeve of Dntel's album "Something Always Goes Wrong" is a list of misadventures on a first date, scribbled on a phone advertisement in a magazine. Although the list is ultimately piteous, I find it a lovely piece of work, and oddly enough it makes me smile: not at the obvious regret and humiliation of the writer, but the simply honest fashion he breaks down the ill-fated evening.
( Something always goes wrong... )
1-20...
1. Half an hour late picking you up.
2. A pretty awkward hug at your front door.
3. Brought you too many flowers for a first date.
4. Couldn't think of anything to talk about on the drive.
5. Didn't make reservations for dinner so we had to wait more than an hour before we got a table.
6. Tripped on the way to the table (I think you saw).
7. Couldn't pronounce the name of the wine you wanted.
8. Kept kicking your toes under the table.
9. Asked you the same question three times.
10. Mumbled a lot.
11. Laughed and coughed at the same time creating a loud donkey noise.
12. Kept dropping food in my lap.
13. Told a joke and you didn't laugh.
14. You had to tell me there was something stuck in my teeth.
15. Almost knocked my drink over when I got up from the table to use the restroom.
16. Forgot my wallet.
17. Thought I lost my keys but they were just in my coat pocket.
18. While saying goodbye I tried to kiss you but you moved away.
19. Wished you "good dreams" instead of "good night" or "sweet dreams."
20. Drove off before you'd even made it to you front gate.
Sorry ♥
xo.
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| This is Halloween |
[26 Oct 2005|10:31pm] |
New, Halloween inspired layout.
Jack Skellington, my favorite!
xo.
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| I love Jen V. And Zach. Just because. |
[13 Oct 2005|11:38pm] |
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yee-haw
new layout
(as if I couldn't cram the Arcade Fire down your throats any more, my friends)
pour vous, a rundown of my day
this morning, finished Shampoo Planet
while eating hash browns
and doing the daily crossword
and having OJ with me mam
(multi-tasking at its finest)
did four loads of laundry
yet still had clean clothes to spare
it's wicked ridiculous, I tells ya
later, watched Noah play
and talk
and eat
and sleep
and dream
and do other dog-like things
I am now quite confident that he is cooler than most people I know
and I love him for that
midtermed it up tonight
...
that's all I got
(it was painfully easy)
made it back in time for Starbucks
before our nightly CSI ritual
this time enjoying the episode in bed
I heart tv in bed
aaalmost as much as I heart my company
while watching tv in bed
(home = a bunker in the Nevada desert
it shall be done)
and now I'm convinced that this entry will make sense
to next to no one
and I like that
xo.
Albums I listened to today:
01 Arcade Fire - Funeral
02 Coldplay - A Rush of Blood to the Head
03 Van Morrison - Moondance
04 Broken Social Scene - You Forgot It in People
05 Iron & Wine - Our Endless Numbered Days (next week! woob woob!)
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| The Arcade Fire changed my life. |
[10 Oct 2005|11:53am] |
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A list of shows, round two:
Sat 10/22 - Iron & Wine and Calexico, Moore Theatre (Seattle)
Sun 10/30 - Metric, Commodore Ballroom
Wed 11/09 - The Roots, Commodore Ballroom
Sun 11/13 - Broken Social Scene, Commodore Ballroom
A most lovely month of shows I have ahead. Woot!
L.
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| I fought the war, but the war won |
[15 Sep 2005|11:28am] |
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And now, a list of the lovely shows I shall be attending. In brackets are ones that I would like to go to; comment if you would like to join me.
Wed 09/21 - Arcade Fire, Paramount Theatre, Seattle
Tue 09/27 - Sigur Rós, Orpheum Theatre
(Mon 10/03 - Death Cab for Cutie, Commodore Ballroom)
(Tue 10/04 - Franz Ferdinand, Orpheum Theatre)
(Wed 10/05 - Feist, Commodore Ballroom)
**Fri 10/07 Arcade Fire, PNE Forum** (yes, them again)
Sun 10/30 - Metric, Commodore Ballroom
Sun 11/13 - Broken Social Scene, Commodore Ballroom
xo.
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| It had to be done. |
[06 Jul 2005|05:20pm] |
Dr. Cox: Well, I figure with her being ridiculously book-smart to the point where she has almost no interpersonal skills, and you being warm and cuddly as an un-potty trained labradoodle -- and about as useful in high-stress medical situations as an un-potty trained labradoodle -- together the two of you make one barely passable doctor...slash labradoodle.
I'm totally adding more later.
(It's later, now.)
Dr. Cox: Listen closely tiny dancer, I wouldn't be flapping my mouth if I'd forgotten to get a blood culture on Mr. Blair, and for the love of God, do you at least remember what you were doing the day they were passing out common sense? Oh gosh, maybe you were running late that day cause you just couldn't find the right thong for those low-rider jeans that you love so much, or maybe you were busy bopping along to whatever boy-band really makes your heart race nowadays and you just drove by. Of course, I don't know, I'm just guessing. But one thing's sure shootin' - you wound up at the dum-dum store and just went ahead and put as much of that in the car as you could fit, didn't ya?
Dr. Cox: Why in the hell are you wearing a coat?
JD: I'm a doctor.
Dr. Cox: Look Babs, if you're truly worried about people seeing your ass, just go ahead and do what all the other girls do and tie a sweater around your waist.
JD: Well I look doctorly.
Dr. Cox: No, you look like the guy who goes to a garage sale, buys a bronze star, pins it to his lapel and then tells everybody to call him "Sarge", and newbie, nobody likes that guy. Not a soul.
xo.
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| Two months, earth time |
[07 Jun 2005|11:20pm] |
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Helping the kids out of their coats
But wait, the babies haven't been born
Unpacking the bags and setting up
And planting lilacs and buttercups
But in the meantime I've got it hard
Second floor living without a yard
It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay
Old dirt road, knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old
I got a man to stick it out
And make a home from a rented house
And we'll collect the moments one by one
I guess that's how the future's done
How many acres, how much light
Tucked in the woods and out of sight
Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap
On a little road barely on the map
Old dirt road, knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old
Old dirt road, rambling rose
Watching the fire as we grow
Well, I'm sold
xo.
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| little potato |
[05 Jun 2005|10:43pm] |
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movies to watch/rewatch
Batman
Clerks
The Machinist -- Holy crap. Christian Bale looks like a Giger creation in this movie.
United States of Leland
Seven Brides for Seven Brothers
Baraka
In Good Company
shows to see in the next four weeks
Holly McNarland
Rilo Kiley
Spoon
Built to Spill
Stephen Malkmus & the Jicks
K-Os
things to do before the end of summer
pick a school
go camping
busk downtown
see Coldplay in California (sweet sweet August 19th)
get married in Vegas (Star Wars themed, of course)
favourite...
senior citizen-oriented restaurant: The Marketplace @ the Bay in Lougheed
albums of the moment: Arcade Fire - Funeral; Pixies - Doolittle
day of the week: Sunday
Scrubs quote of the day: "Oh dear lord, please tell me that's not a onesie." - Dr. Cox
xo.
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| Weezer. Awesome. |
[21 May 2005|05:54pm] |
I'm a lot
like you
so please
hello
I'm here
I'm waiting
I think I'd
be good
for you
and you
you'd be good for me
xo.
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| Gimme five |
[08 May 2005|09:58pm] |
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Yet another fabulous weekend. A few notes:
Friday: Magnolia Electric Co., Stella Artois, balcony seating, and Farewell Transmission.
Saturday: Mushrooms, "Mr. Mallen", Baraka, Liz vs. clothes, and walking home. Best idea ever.
Sunday: Being run down by a shoplifter, Chinese food for Mother's day dinner, and half a bottle of wine.
Needless to say, I'm spent. And I feel the need to wrap this up in a High Fidelity-esque fashion.
Top five songs of the moment:
01. Spoon - Paper Tiger
02. Songs: Ohia - Just Be Simple
03. Fischerspooner - Emerge
04. The Decemberists - We Both Fall Down Together
05. Cat Power - Free
I'll never hold you back
And I won't force my will
I will no longer do the devil's wishes
Something I read on a dollar bill
A paper tiger can't tell you where he stands
We'll go back tonight the way that we came
I'm not dumb, just wanna hold your hand
So alright
Where we want to be
Alright
What that we could be
We could go kick down some doors together
Stay out 'til morning, sharp as knives
The new war will get you, it will not protect you
But I will be there with you when you turn out the light
Said I will be there with you when you turn out the light
I will be there with you when you turn out the light
xo.
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| their crash, their kiss, they harmonize |
[17 Apr 2005|10:21pm] |
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wicked awesome weekend
punctuated with diet Dr. Pepper
too many joints
and good company
Friday night started early with the boyees
our master plan to hang in the Borough a complete success
picking up sushi
and an ounce of something else
of which one eighth ended up in my very possession
and forgotten in my NYC tote for my bag check the next day
I thank my Irish luck that George isn't beyond thorough
with his "package inspections"
(as though the smell wafting from inside my bag wasn't suspicion enough of its questionable contents)
as for Saturday
after working the opening shift at the ON
I thought punching out at 5:00
would be the happiest moment of my day
but was pleasantly proven wrong with the following events:
picking condos @ the Quay
"stop petting my son!"
BBQ chicken pizza
Kirsten Dunst-related movies
11pm walks with Noah
Hickory Sticks (which went mysteriously missing)
and a personal favourite, "nine earth days"
today was park-hopping day
automatically driving to Coquitlam Centre out of habit
breaking into Kar's Intrepid to leave love notes
"dry ankles"
secret admission #4
missing Hickory Sticks replaced
African violets for me mam
"can you get some yogurt?"
admiring the mallards
and the creepy face speedbump
(my, how three months flies by)
yes
wicked awesome weekend indeed
xo.
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| Back by popular (?) demand |
[26 Mar 2005|06:31pm] |
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SO apparently there's an anonymous reader out there who would like an update from yours truly (you like me, you really like me!)...I think I can grant that wish. Just gimme a second to crawl out from under my non-updating rock. *shakes out dirt from inside pant-cuffs*
I'm in a categorical mood today. Let's run with it.
CONCERTS
Metric, with guests; 04/07, Commodore Ballroom
This will be time number three seeing Metric. Emily Haines, how I love thee. Unfortunately, there's no word on a new Metric album coming out anytime soon, but word on the street is that Emily is recording some solo stuff. She has been doing solo shows lately.
Hot Hot Heat, with Louis XIV and the Futureheads; 04/09, Commodore Ballroom
Ahh, yes. Hot Hot Heat, Round five. You'd think after this many times seeing these guys, it would get a bit old. NEVER. Heard some of their new stuff last January, and am currently listening to the new album right now (courtesy of Sims). I be impressed. And excited to see the Futureheads again.
Weezer; 04/26, Commodore Ballroom
There is no emoticon to express my excitement for this show. Weezer?! Commodore?! My dream. Last time I saw my lover Rivers, I was in grade eight and the =w= was opening for No Doubt. Heh. I was increasingly worried when the internet pre-sale sold out before I could grab any tickets. Fortunately, HOV and I made the journey to Royal City Centre this early morning and managed to snag a handful of tickets, but barely. The show sold out in about 2.3 minutes. Yikes. I held the tickets in my shaking hands during the whole drive back to the Borough. Soooo relieved.
Magnolia Electric Co.; 05/06, Richard's on Richards
We haven't bought tickets for this one yet, but I'm wicked excited for this one. My love for Songs: Ohia grows exponentially every day.
MOVIES
Fever Pitch
Starring my ever-loverly Jimmy Fallon. And based on the novel by Nick Hornby. I don't expect the movie to be High Fidelity-esque in anyway, but it looks cute nonetheless.
Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Whoever decided to cast Alan Rickman as the voice of Marvin the Paranoid Android is a sheer genius. And Zooey Deschanel as Trillian. Wicked awesome.
Corpse Bride
Tim Burton. Johnny Depp. Helena Bonham-Carter. Nightmare Before Christmas concept. Sweet.
Sin City
Thank you Hard for bringing this film to my attention. Sweet sweet Jessica Alba. And Josh Hartnett. And Rosario Dawson. And Alexis Bledel. The list goes on.
Madagascar
There's penguins, dammit! PENGUINS.
BOOKS&TV
Currently reading:
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
I'm finally getting around to finishing this fantastically depressing book.
Microserfs by Douglas Coupland
Found this book at a random used book store on Broadway when adventuring one Friday night with HOV.
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince by JK Rowling
So I'm not reading this one yet, but I'm anticipating its arrival on my doorstep come July.
Currently watching:
Scrubs
Funniest show on television, hands down. Zach Braff is my hero.
OZ
It only took me five days to download the entire series of OZ onto my computer, and I've been watching it religiously ever since. I've cultivated an unhealthy love for the character Ryan O'Reily. He's so conniving and selfish, yet so damn irresistible. It's that Irish charm, I tells ya.
Arrested Development
Second funniest show on television, hands down. Here's hoping it doesn't get the axe.
The OC
*blushes* My brain junk food. Seth/Summer = yay!
Phew! Now I'm all listed out. If you managed to make it this far, congratulations! IOU an internet blueberry muffin.
xo.
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| RIP HST 1937-2005 |
[22 Feb 2005|12:15am] |
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"There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die."
- Raoul Duke, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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| Let's BEE friends |
[27 Jan 2005|12:51pm] |
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Changed layout, in honour of my most favourite holiday, Valentine's Day. . . . Oh, I'm sorry, did I get some sarcasm on you? That last sentence was dripping with it.
But I exaggerate. I just find Valentine's Day to be a waste of time, money, and effort that could be spent on your loved ones on every day of the year, not just on some cheesy, manufactured day in February that major card corporations deemed useful to bridge the holiday gap between Christmas and Easter. Yes, I know, there's actually a saint and a back story to it all, but just allow me this rant, okay? In any case, I don't think St. Valentine had cinnamon hearts and boxes of chocolates in mind when he was "martyred for refusing to give up on Christianity." Yes, I did do my research.
When did I become such a cynic?
xo.
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It has been a crazy few weeks. That's all I'd like to say about that.
Got a fun Top 5's of 2004 list-making email from Hard. I think I'll work out my list on here.
Movies
I don't think I even watched five movies this year, but let's try this one anyway.
5) Taxi - haha, I kid. What a terrible movie. But I love my Jimmy sooooo much.
4) Mean Girls - Clearly, Tina Fey fared much better than Big Ballin' Fallon this year in the movies.
3) United States of Leland - Ryan Gosling = love. I'm sure if I had seen the Notebook (and disregarded my intense dislike of sappy love stories) it would have made it on this list.
2) Harry Potter & the Prisoner of Azkaban - I soooo can't wait for Goblet of Fire.
1) Garden State - is anyone surprised with my decision on this one? Yeah, didn't think so.
TV Shows
As with movies, I think I only watch about five different TV shows.
5) Gilmore Girls - not that I really keep up with this show at all, but their nauseating chemistry is irresistible.
4) Law & Order (and all of its spinoffs) - you never know what's going to happen on this show.
3) The OC - such a guilty pleasure, I tell ya. I love Seth!
2) Scrubs - this show is riotously funny. Is that a word?
1) CSI: Crime Scene Investigation - again, is anyone surprised? Sweet sweet CSI marathon on SpikeTV . . .
**EDIT** I can't believe I forgot the Daily Show! It fits into slot #3, and the rest get bumped on down.
Bands
I've decided to make this category about my favorite bands this year that have not necessarily released anything this year.
5) Postal Service - wicked awesome. 'Nuff said.
4) Buena Vista Social Club - go Cuba.
3) Led Zeppelin - dear Lord, they are the best band ever.
2) Weezer - One day, Rivers, I will find you and we will make tiny little Rivers babies.
1) The Shins - I am so freakin' predictable. I'm just about as predictable as the Shins are fucking awesome.
Albums
I know I'm missing a few great albums that I can't think of at the moment; I'll probably edit this later.
5) OST - Garden State - such a cop-out, I know. But it's still an album!
4) Iron & Wine - Our Endless Numbered Days - beautiful album.
3) Modest Mouse - Good News for People Who Love Bad News - what a great way to really get into a band.
2) Postal Service - Give Up - I'm blown away by this album.
1) Franz Ferdinand - Franz Ferdinand - love it, love it, LOVE it.
Songs
So many singles, so few spots. I totally missed some key tracks.
5) Interpol - Evil - ack. I love this track.
4) Usher - Yeah! - best song to dance to in the club this year, hands down.
3) Modest Mouse - Float On - there aren't many songs that can make me feel as good as this one can.
2) Franz Ferdinand - Take Me Out - as played out as it was, this song was pure genius.
1) The Shins - New Slang - hehe, again with the cop-out. But hey, there's a new music video for it this year, so it's totally a 2004 single.
In Hard's email, there was also a list for Magazines, but in all honesty I don't read 'em. So I took that one out.
xo.
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| Weekend update |
[22 Nov 2004|01:06am] |
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good day today
with a slight hangover, emerged from bed
and began the split shift at the ON
(9-3:30, 7:30-9:30)
enjoyed a grande Starbucks coffee
and later, teriyaki beef for lunch
took advantage of my (now accessible) bank account
and splurged on literary works from Value Village
(mostly Christmas presents, but some D.H. Lawrence for myself)
and non-perishables from Superstore
(my donation for the holiday kick-off)
I followed a similar formula from that of last year --
no-name noodles and Simpsons alphagetti --
with which I gained about 31 tickets for the prize raffle
(shop-opoly, here I come)
watched Mandy Manhattan hassle the big-shot buyers
and designers of the ON
on the holiday DVD (worst work propaganda ever)
led a few role-playing sessions
cheered on team Baby Recall
and am benefiting from Kate's Lindsay Lohan-esque looks
by taking a few VIP passes for a fashion industry night
at the Standard
(and agreeing to help Kate out with the 200 dollar ON tab she acquired)
post kick-off, went to the BP
for the usual BBQ chicken pizza
with the ladies: we ladies who are planning to go to the Christmas train
in Sarah's Mustang convertible
with the top down
and donning multiple scarves, gloves, and toques
as they will be necessary in the quickly chilling weather
then hung out in the "big boi" Lexus with Kar
(Ms. "I can't count mine...")
and girl-talked until Geoff called
and then joined us in the SUV
and coerced us into driving thru the BK for diet Coke
(damn that McD's, 24 hr drive thru my ass)
and more coffee for me
which has left me wired and tired at the same time
so here I write this disjointed, nonsensical entry
that makes perfect sense in my mind
for now, anyway
I'm sure come tomorrow
when I'm out of this caffeine-induced stupor
I'll look back on this and wonder what the hell I was thinking
but that's ok, because I tend to wonder that all the time
regardless of my musings in this journal
xo.
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| Counting and breathing, disappearing in the fade |
[19 Nov 2004|02:56am] |
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why am I awake?
laying in bed
computer in lap
drenched in duvet
I should be struggling to stay alert
fighting to keep my eyes from closing
but alas, I am here
writing in this lj
trying to make this entry interesting
or at the very least, coherent
funny, the word futile comes to mind
oh well
looking forward to two fine days off, consecutively
Foggy Dewing on Friday night for birthday reasons
(the 20th of Jen S, to be exact)
and then the fine Zeppelin coverage
of Michael White & the White
on Saturday at the Commodore
(Houses of the Holy in its entirety this time)
I anticipate lots of dancing
and "Over the Hills and Far Away"
and numerous rye & diet Cokes
in my not-too-distant future
the weekend is shaping up in a fine manner
the weight of my eyelids is slowly winning the battle
about time, I say
xo.
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| Another hi-larious email from HOV |
[14 Nov 2004|06:54pm] |
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From : Pete H
Sent : October 2, 2004 1:16:59 AM
Subject : The Fly
It's been a while since I've shared one of my stories... I guess nothing particularly humorous or exciting happens to me on a regular basis... sorry. Anyways, here's a new (true) story submitted for your entertainment.
It all happened last Wednesday night. I was alone in the 'Borough, probably due to the fact that my illustrious roommates lead more busy and fulfilling lives than I do. Anyways, that night I decided to make a Delissio pizza for my Thursday and Friday lunches. I was in the kitchen preparing to mate pizza and oven when I noticed a fly buzzing around the room. On any other night I may not have noticed the insect, but on this fateful Wednesday I was left little choice as the tiny bastard flew smack into the side of my face. "Goddammit!!" I excalimed, half to myself, half to the fly. Seriously, there must be eight or nine hundred cubic feet of airspace in that kitchen, why the hell was it necessary to kamikaze my face? Being that I am a mature adult of 21 years, I shrugged it off, and refocused my attention to the deliciousness at hand. Suddenly, as I was about to place the pizza in the oven the fly - get this - lands on the middle of the pizza (if I had the option I would have italicized "lands" in that sentence, in order to create emphasis). I take great pride in making my pizzas (as some of you know better than others), so the fly's trespass upon it was not going to go unpunished. After shooing the fly off the pizza, and inserting said pizza into the oven, I declared war on the little beast. I grabbed the only swatting implement within my reach, which happened to be one of our oven mitts. Some of you may not have seen our oven mitts, but if you can, imagine a regular oven mitt being crossed with a two-headed finger puppet, and that should give you a pretty good idea of what I was fighting with. Cursing, swatting, and frothing at the mouth I chased that fly all over the house, to no avail. Being that it refused to land, all I seemed to be able to do was create mild turbulence in the air around it. Incredibly frustrated, I retreated to some precious, precious video games. All was well in the 90 seconds of peace I had between sitting down, and that miniscule piece of shit coming into the room and grazing my forehead. Sweet Jesus, this time I was determined to kill that fly at any cost. I picked up our most malleable of pillows, let go a war cry and proceeded to hit everything in the TV room (TV included) except for that damn fly. After 5-10 minutes of this futility, I gave up and decided to go back to my video games and ignore the fly at all costs. After all, this thing will probably die of natural causes within the next few hours, so eventually I would win by default. The next 10 minutes or so were among the most fury-inducing times of my entire life. The repeating cycle sounded like this: "Madden 2004", "Zzzzz!", "Fuck!", "(inaudible murmurs)". After this, I decided to leave the room and check on my pizza, which by my count should have been ready at any minute. No more than five seconds after I entered the kitchen came the increasingly familiar "Zzzzz!". Though on the inside my blood had just turned to acid, on the outside the only change in my demeanor was the pulsating vein in the middle of my forehead growing to a size thusfar unseen. Just as I was contemplating giving up and leaving the house for a while, I had an epiphany. The closest thing I can compare it to is in baseball (or softball) when you're at bat, and once in a very long while you get a pitch that is just perfect in every way, and even before you swing, you know you're going to hit that ball a long, long way. My winged nemesis had made a mistake. Possibly I had watched this thing for so long that I had memorized its flight patterns, or somehow I got momentarily heightened reflexes, either way, at that moment, I delivered the pain. In what must have looked something like a standing volleyball spike, I lashed out vertically, let forth a heroic grunt, and swatted the wee pest with all my strength. "Smack!" he went against my hand, "Smack!" he went against the wall, and bounced - yes bounced - off the wall above the fridge, back over the fridge, and landed motionless in the middle of the kitchen floor. There are no words in the English language to describe the triumphant cry that escaped me. Quickly, I ran to the TV room, grabbed a Kleenex, ran back to the kitchen, gathered up my foe, crushed him in my mighty hand and held him in my fist above my head in a scene that, minus the modern amenities of our kitchen, could well have come straight from Braveheart. Though as I flushed the cursed little bundle down the toilet, I was tinged with an odd sense of guilt, it really was a nice moment. I just thought I'd share it with y'all.
Pete
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| Mom's cookin' chicken & collard greens |
[13 Nov 2004|02:31am] |
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With every passing customer requesting a gift receipt, the holidays are slowly creeping closer. You can practically smell it in the air. And, more obviously, hear it in your ears: specifically, blaring from our sound system at the ON. My typical reaction to this premature introduction of Christmas music is usually an annoyed groan, but my tune changed (pun intended) when I waltzed into work today and heard a fantastic little ditty coming from the speakers. What's it called, you ask? Valley Winter Song. By? Fountains of Wayne. I know, I know. Again, my typical reaction to this band would be an annoyed groan, but I was introduced to a couple of FoW songs by a guy whose musical tastes I trust. He told me about Valley Winter Song and Hackensack, another wicked fun tune. Valley Winter Song is SUCH a holiday tune. Every time I hear it, I think of hot chocolate and SNOW and Christmas and all that jazz. So yes. I think I'm almost ready for Christmas. My readiness comes in waves, though. Some hours, I just wish I could bypass the months of December and January altogether.
Oh well. When all else fails, Valley Winter Song will get me through. That, and Christmas in Hollis. Hehe.
( What else is new, what could I do )
Funny. This isn't the first time this song's made it into one of my online diaries.
xo.
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