Month: November 2008

Singing into the can for $5

Last thing before I went to bed last night I had a song in my head, and instead of doing what I normally do which is not record it, I did.  I listened to it again this morning and all I want to do is harmonize to it.  I can hear it done jazz combo style, snare, upright bass, tenor sax and piano.  Smooth!

Off to the Penny and Hastings Steam & Sauna last night with the Luddite, who is much the same as always, only more so.  Then home in time to watch some Robot Chicken with Jeff.  The Steam joint alas had no music, which I’ve come to expect, but it was a lovely chance to warm my bones all the way through and also take the single goofiest picture of me ever.  I ended up looking like that guy on Babylon 5 – but don’t expect me to post my pic from last night, it’s that very bad.  Apply in person or via email and I’ll forward a copy, but be prepared – the expression on my face is…. a little over the top.

Kids were here

It was so lovely to have both of them here. We watched S2E1 of Deadwood (A Lie Agreed Upon) during which we giggled and cracked jokes and invented drinking games involving the swearing.  I bought us all Swiss Chalet. Katie did her homework.  For those of you out quietly worrying in TelevisionLand, Brandin (mentioned earlier) is a nice boy with not a great deal of education and a lot of crazy relatives, but he doesn’t smoke tobacco and he likes Katie fine.  And happy birthday, Katie, here’s a toast to you continuing to plug along when you really don’t feel like it.

Reason’s Greetings

This, apparently, is the new atheist slogan for the dark time of the year.  I like it!

Tonight, Mando lessons; tomorrow, dinner with the Luddite and hopefully a trip to the steam room.  I could sure use to soak my bones in something warm.

I am really trying hard NOT to think of France. I’m a rotten traveller, I hate airplanes, I nearly died in a plane crash once and I keep thinking of the two or three minutes of sheer terror as the plane falls from the sky.  I’m not skared of being killed, I’m scared of being scared.  Also, I don’t want to pack because it just reminds me I have crappy clothes and I’m going someplace where I’m literally twice the size of the average woman so even if I want to shop it’ll be like going to f*cking Richmond to pick something up at a mall (pitying stares as I look for something larger than a size 8).  My back is hurting so scandalously these days that I’m thinking of saying screw it and getting a prescription for painkillers.  There’s all kinds of stuff I can’t take on a plane so I am going to have to break down and buy regular deodorant (which I loathe) instead of using my homemade stuff, which smells nice on me and doesn’t leave a nasty residue.  There’s a whole long litany of other stuff which I would sincerely like to vent about, and would be well advised not to as probably, tomorrow, I’ll be fine. If I’m not fine, then I would at least have found something different to whine about.

Katie DAMNED WELL better go to school today.

I feel like that giraffe in Robot Chicken.  Enough in-jokes, it’s time to start the day.

Just to prove I have no taste

Why should further proof be adduced?  It indeed appears to be l u n a c y. I admit I didn’t click on the links to the pictures, and in that, I pronounce myself wise.  The attending physician’s gracenote at the end had me hooting with laughter.

And in case you want to SEE something that is so hopelessly, deliriously wrong, disgusting, loathsome and vile, and yet somehow so emblematic of the triumph of the human spirit, click here.

Facts and data please

Safe injection sites ARE HUMANE and SAVE TAXPAYER MONEY. Anybody who thinks that Jesus wants drug users to die of AIDS, suffering, and at great public expense, should go back and read the New Testament, because you’re missing something….

Dr Filk (who is occasionally blogging on LJ now, woo hoo!) forwards this link – he says it’s the best column he’s ever read.

Pics

In the end, only family came – and it was a great party. I am including Katie’s new squeeze, Paul, Dr. Filk and Peggy as family, of course.

Lexi quite rightly ignored the stricture about no gifts and gave me …. Well, let’s just say I squealed like a particularly happy pig when I saw this l’il guy…..

Sometime in the impossible schedule that is that of a new mother she ALSO found time to make a cake of such impenetrably chocolately denseness and yet such airy texture that the remains are now being examined by particle physicists as a possible proof of the existence of dark matter.  I think the bastids’ll just eat it when I’m not looking so I’m leaving Jeff to guard it.  Hm.  Better think about this further; leaving Jeff to guard chocolate does not have the earmarks of a cunning plan.

And here’s me; I’m listening to Rob, but Darwin’s got his eye on his mOm.

Sunday roundup

Dr Filk is reading SF, Jeff’s finished the vacuuming and watching footsball, and I’m hauling biscotti out of the oven.  Brother Jerome just called so there will not, after all, be a reunion of the lunch bunch today, but I can expect Tom and Mike later (and Heather’s coming too, woo hoo).

Chipper sends me this lovely video.

later……

Darwin was here.  Katie and Brandin are here. Lexi made a cake that was so good I nearly died and I’ve eaten three pieces and it’s a thousand kinds of chocolate cooked with love by elfmaidens.

And she made me a crocheted baby Cthulhu.  Woot!

Peggy dropped by and gave me chocolate and a calendar.

I love the world.

Dr. Filk is in da house

While Jeff and I were cleaning up Eddie barf at 4:30 this morning (happy barfday to me!) Jeff said, quietly, “There is a large hairy naked man sleeping in the livingroom!”  This is by way of being a family meme and is in no way a complaint.

A long time ago I wrote a poem for my mOm in which she is alleged to have said things like “Loki, Wizardry won’t boot!” and “Who is sleeping in the livingroom?”

The downstairs neighbour just back from work and is trying to sneak around and get a snack and be quiet.  We should just tell em not to worry about it… what with one thing and another we always seem to be awake by now.

Now, back to bed.

Social comment

ScaryClown, Who Does Not Want to Go to America tomorrow, came over and we had beers and a documentary blowout.  The first movie was entitled Fuck and the second was Lenny Bruce Without Tears.  The former is about the origins and culture war over that most useful word, and the second was a nice segue because of course Lenny was key to the first movie.  The sound quality of the second movie was quite lousy – somebody should go through the soundtrack and digitally enhance it.

Halfway through the festivities my google calendar made my phone go off and reminded me that I could go naked bowling tomorrow.  Yes, I know it sounds like I’m making it up, but I’m not.  ScaryClown and Jeff were all full of comments like “Why the f;c& would you want to do that?” and “That’s just wrong on so many levels” (& I’m sure that on the basis of previous posts it will be obvious who said what.) There’s no challenge in upsetting those boys.  Then we get to the end of the Lenny Bruce documentary and I said, “I’d hit that,” and once again the boys were disgusted.  No challenge, no challenge at all.  And if Zombie Lenny Bruce came back I’d STILL hit it.  So there.