so many things to do! 31 August, 2007
i don’t always enjoy living out here. given my druthers, i’d be living in a nice small town in the mountains (i miss the mountains). BUT, there are definite advantages to being out here in civilization, like not having to drive 1.5-3 hours for real entertainment.
this will be fun. a tad expensive, but fun. if i have my way, we WILL see mamma mia. and rent. and avenue q. and spamalot. and i’d really like to see my fair lady and cats, too, but i won’t push my luck. four shows should be plenty.
and besides, ben’s apparently got all these other concerts he wants to go to, as well. of montreal at cat’s cradle. the decemberists in winston-salem (a bit of a drive, but it would be worth it).
hay homies, remember when we just had a choice between the six screens at the ruby cinemas or the cruise between the hot spot and the walmart? hehee…
something in the way… 30 August, 2007
i so desperately want to like john mccain again. i can remember back in the last presidential race, before kerry/edwards (and even after the election, ever optimistic for the next race), when the thought of a bipartisan ticket of biden/mccain was my happiest of happy thoughts. mccain was awesome, with his “straight talk express” and his campaign finance reform and his political ideals, so very different from the standard republican rhetoric. and then somewhere along the way, he became stupid. he started supporting bush. he started calling for an even bigger troop surge. he started acting like his partisan colleagues, and my happiest of happy thoughts went poof.
sounds like he’s starting to be good again. i just don’t know if i can trust him, or even if there’s still time to hope.
just as long as clinton doesn’t get the democrat nod. all this talk to clinton/obama worries me. maybe if it were obama/clinton…i could handle that. i would be the very first to support a woman president, but not her.
i’m about to flash my geek card. 28 August, 2007
first:
I’m Yuuko!
XXXHOLiC character selector quiz
(i’m all about some of this lately.)
second:
a complaint. i play wow, and, being part of a community that numbers in the millions, have come to expect a certain level of frustration and/or annoyance when dealing with other players. last night, i experienced what i believe to be a high point in such experiences.
ben and i ran an instance (think of it as a dungeon in a castle) with 2 friends and a random person from our in-game guild. we had just wiped on our second try, and so i wasn’t in the best of moods. when we’d all gotten back from the cemetery, we mounted up on our faithful steeds to charge forward into what would be our third and, mercifully, successful run. now this random guildie, a night elf, didn’t seem to be too bad. i’d had my reservations, like i usually do, but she was doing alright, for the most part. being a night elf, her faithful steed is a giant cat (don’t ask me, i don’t make the mount assignments). as she mounted up, i realized, to my horror, that this evil woman had created a macro that said the following:
“i’m too sexy for my cat, too sexy for my cat, poor pussy, poor pussy cat.”
as i tried to mop up the melted remnants of my face from my keyboard, i asked in the private chat channel we share with friends, “did she really just say that? does she do that every time she mounts up?”
i was informed that she did. then, a couple minutes later, our friend adam, bless his heart, says, “wait, who does what?” since he wasn’t there with us, he didn’t see the unfortunate emote. i explained to him that this person, in the process of mounting up, quoted a line from “i’m too sexy.” he didn’t get it, and persisted until i had to quote it for him, thereby causing my inner baby panda to weep bitter tears of anguish.
then adam laughed at me. 
damn, that rant lasted longer than i meant it to. sorry. it was quite traumatic at the time.
now if you’ll excuse me, i’ma fall asleep while watching ben play his new metroid game. ^_^
and i’m gettin old 27 August, 2007
on friday, we helped the lovely mrs. esmon and her lovely family move into their new abode. this new home is right in the heart of civilization, so they’re not stranded in the untamed wilds. and, fortunately for us when we moved them, no stairs. and lots of trees…i’m jealous.
piper, as always, was adorable. she was temporarily relegated to her new bedroom, but once we got the majority of stuff moved in and ben and alex went to get a couple more things from the old apartment, nikki let her come out and play a bit. she ran, arms outstretched and blond hair streaming behind her, through the new space, looking in all the rooms and making little appreciative noises. nikki and i started talking again, until her finely-tuned mother-ears heard what sounded suspiciously like tiny hands splashing water.
it was. piper had found the toilet.
she was promptly washed and, to prevent any further water play, nikki put a box of toiletries on the lid of the commode. don’t think for a moment, however, that this presented any real obstacle for the artful pi…she merely began removing said toiletries and making a rather impressively straight line with the soaps, declaring each to be either “daddy soap!” or “purple soap!” nikki finally tore piper’s attention away from the bathroom by taking her into the kitchen, where piper repeated the wall construction, this time using her various sippy cups (“blue cup! green cup! pink cup!”).
we were supposed to go visit the lovely mrs. anna bananamamacita, but a series of unfortunate events has prevented us from doing this thus far. she has two beautiful daughters, madelyn and audrey, and i really hope to see them soon.
all of this babiness is getting to me, though. five years ago, i wasn’t even sure i wanted to have children. i figured it was a nice thought, but kids are huge, in terms of financial and personal commitment, responsibility, etc. not to mention the amount of growing up i’d have to do before i have a little one of my own…i tend to cuss too much, i enjoy video games a little too much, and i really enjoy sleeping through the night. but hanging around all these lovely ladies and their lovely babies has sort of made me realize i haven’t been giving it the right kind of thought. oh sure, it’s good to have realistic expectations of what parenthood can bring with it, because that shit hits you full in the face. you can’t trade them in if you decide you don’t like them or don’t want continue with the responsibility and commitment. i mean, you CAN, but what kind of asshole does that?
“oh hi. i had this baby, see, but i don’t like what it’s done to my social life and personal time.”
yeah, it’s a big life-changing event…but as i’m beginning to see, the rewards far outweigh the sacrifices. i read the entries alex and nikki made in their blog on piper’s birthday, i saw the way all three of them looked so much happier around each other than apart, i saw the way piper’s little face lit up when alex walked through the door at the new apartment…and i wanted that for myself. i want my own little curly-brown-haired princess who may keep me up at night and who may have stinky diapers but whose mere presence reminds me why i’m alive.
i turn 30 this year. 20 years ago, i figured i’d have at least two, maybe three children at this point in my life. it’s funny how things change, eh? and i try to talk to ben about this…sometimes, he’s receptive, even a little enthusiastic, but most times, he gets this deer-in-the-headlights look and starts talking about this or that concern, and how much our lifestyle would have to change, and a thousand other excuses. and it’s frustrating, but i’ll keep working on him.
i know they grow up. i know i probably won’t like them very much when they hit their teenage years. but i think my biological clock, with the help of three little girls, is finally getting through to me.
aw hell 27 August, 2007
flavor flaaaav is the bachelooooor!
i am so doomed. i don’t wanna watch, but i do. i probably will.
open letter to the job that was 23 August, 2007
we didn’t part on the happiest of notes.
in fact, if our parting were a song, it would be something angry, rumbling, and most likely in german. rammstein comes to mind.
and for a long time afterwards, i’ll admit, i was bitter. sure, i’d planned to leave anyway. and sure, some might argue that giving me the option to quit was a bit of a good-sport thing for you to do, putting aside any circumstances leading up to said option and how they might tarnish that halo of yours. no, despite any perceived benevolence on your part, we did not leave on good terms. but i’ve gotten over that.
not only have i gotten over it, but i’ve come to reconsider things and how events played out. you see, had things gone as i’d originally planned, i would’ve worked there a couple more months, then found another drab, unfulfilling data entry job, and probably ended up in the same hopeless cycle of occupational unhappiness. i never would’ve had the balls to risk financial comfort and drop out of the rat race to find myself and what makes me happy. but because of you, i had to do just that. i left with no idea what i’d do next, no real backup plan, just the determination to never again allow myself to become so very unhappy, all for the sake of a paycheck (and, let’s be honest, a really rather piddly one at that).
do you know what i found out along the way? it wasn’t as bad as i thought, living on just one paycheck. in fact, just the simple change of mentality i’ve had, the complete lack of stress brought on by bumper-to-bumper traffic, thankless, overly-fanatic bosses, and incessant office gossip has been worth much, much more than you would have paid me in that time. even better, i was able to start volunteering at the library, and, eventually, apply for and get a job as a page.
now, i’ve applied for a job as an assistant librarian. the irony is that if i do get the job, i will be making just about as much working part-time at a job i love than i was while working full time in that hellhole you call an office. maybe i’ll get the job, maybe i won’t. if so, awesome. if not, no biggie. i’ll just keep trying until i do get a better position at the library.
and to think that, in a sense, i owe it all to you. kinda funny how that works out, ain’t it.
so yeah. thanks for making me so miserable that i had no other choice than to pick a different path in life.
hey you. 22 August, 2007
yeah, you.
first of all, no homemade lovin for you. lrn2leavecomments.
second:
Bunny – Bat Country t-shirt design @ © SplitReason.com
(you can get me this to make up for it.)
k, bedtime. ^^
shameless bribery 21 August, 2007
which THIS IS NOT…
but.
i am borrowing yet another idea from the lovely mrs. esmon, who herself borrowed the idea. it basically goes like this:
I will send a handmade gift to 3 people who leave a comment on this post. I don’t know what that gift will be yet, and you might not receive it tomorrow or next week, but you will receive it within 365 days, that is my promise! The only thing you have to do in return is pay it forward by making the same promise on your blog.
so there it is. i can’t say what i’ll give you, but chances are i’ll be either make you a rag quilt or write a poem for you. but remember, you gotta pay it forward. whether that means posting the promise in your livejournal, your myspace, mv, wherever you express yourself, you gotta carry it forward.
now if you’ll excuse me, i’ma go take a cat nap with my little gray cat. ^^
