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Monday, December 7th, 2009

Subject:Oh LJ.
Time:3:52 pm.
Let's be serious. Why don't you go find me at www.facebook.com/charlotte. I'll add you as a friend, and you can see wedding pictures and newly-adopted dachshund pictures. What's not to love?

(p.s. send me your lj username along with the friend request so i don't accidentally say WHO IS THIS RANDO??)
Comments: 2 slipped disks - throw your back out.

Sunday, October 7th, 2007

Time:5:08 pm.
I just tuned into the Iron Chef America marathon this weekend - it was "Frozen Pea Battle." FROZEN PEA BATTLE. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I seem to recall that, on the Japanese original, chefs were always having to use, like, electric eels and giant lobsters and live turtles and very suspicious cuts of innards. Frozen peas? Come on, America. What's next, Fish Sticks Battle?
Comments: 11 slipped disks - throw your back out.

Thursday, August 30th, 2007

Time:6:34 pm.
I'm sitting in a proper cafe in downtown PA, drinking a proper chai latte and writing a proper blog entry. First, I must tell you all: if you have not yet made it to Satura Cakes in your life, make it a priority before you die. They make brioche cupcakes - for real. Just trust me on this one.

I'd love to say, "So much has happened since I last updated!", but the truth is, readers, that my life is largely the same as when I left off. I am still living at home. I am still talking to David every night. George is still making his weekly web, and I am proud to announce that another spider has taken up residence in the right rear-view mirror. We are calling her Adelaide.

The big changes in my life have been on the work front. I began launching networks on the site in May, and in July, they asked me to be a senior CS rep. The major difference here is that I answer fewer emails now in favor of answering questions from my coworkers (which, I must say, are often more pleasant!), and I get a big monitor. A BIG monitor. People frequently don't know that I'm in the office because they can't see me around it - that kind of big. Three other people from my high school now work for the 'Book, and two of them are my dear, dear friends Kim and Caroline. Not only do I have perhaps the coolest job of all time - I get to work on the same floor as two of my friends. I actually sit next to Caroline. Ok, truth be told, I am actually Caroline's supervisor. But she claims I don't oppress her very often.

What about grad school? Well... maybe that is another entry. In the meantime, I do encourage you to all go check out turabiannights.blogspot.com, which is where I have been putting my bad baby name entries. Rest assured I do not update that one faithfully, either.

The real question is: what have YOU all been doing? I regret that I am woefully behind on every single friend's LJ. I'll do my best to catch up, but if something big has happened, best be tellin' me now!
Comments: 3 slipped disks - throw your back out.

Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

Time:11:58 pm.
Oh hello, my little LiveJournal. I will come back to you someday. Really, I will.
Comments: 4 slipped disks - throw your back out.

Sunday, April 8th, 2007

Time:8:59 pm.
My doctor wrote me a little note this week to say that my cholesterol is very high, and that she wants me to take "cholesterol classes" with the medical clinic. I already knew my cholesterol was a bit high - I gave blood in December, and they sent me a little card saying "check with your doctor! borderline high cholesterol!" It was the day after Christmas when I gave blood - not the best day for a cholesterol check, from what I understand - so I eventually made my appointment with my doctor for a general physical. Between December and my physical this month, I lost seven to ten pounds, so I figured my cholesterol couldn't be too high. I mean, what do I eat? Vegetables. Fruit. Low-fat yogurt. Some chicken at dinner. About two eggs (mostly the whites) and three slices of cheese a week. Not much butter. No cakes or chocolates or chips or fries. I am a LOW-CHOLESTEROL DREAM, yes?

No, apparently. My cholesterol is currently a whopping 272, with an LDL level of 187. The advised levels are 200, with LDL of below 130. Ironically, my HDL is about where it should be. The LDL is the BAD stuff! The stuff you get from eating hamburgers and Brie and pig fat. WHERE IS IT COMING FROM??

So now I have to go to cholesterol school. I imagine it will be something like traffic school. They'll tell me how to respect the rules of the nutritional road - how to change from the LDL lane to the HDL lane, how to use my blinker before consuming a carrot stick, how to avoid animal fats when you're already practically vegan... oh wait, maybe they won't teach me that lesson. Though I think I could use it, because honestly, I pretty much eat only leaves these days.
Comments: 18 slipped disks - throw your back out.

Time:2:42 am.
As some of you may know, I temporarily inherited my sister's VW Beetle when she went off to college and I moved home. I learned to drive in the Beetle, and have taken it on many wild adventures (Oakland Airport at 4am? Check.) However, the Beetle - affectionately known as Melanie Grace at our house - has always been surrounded by a particular mystery. (Two mysteries, actually. Up until yesterday, Melanie would make a terrible fart noise when we stopped after going on the highway - fixed now!)

Every Wednesday morning, I take a little bit of tissue paper out to the car and wipe spiderwebs off the driver's side mirror. I have been doing this on a weekly basis, without fail, since September, and I believe Christine had noticed the spiderwebs even before that. I could never figure out what was going on with that mirror. Did a spider live inside it? That's the only logical conclusion, but how could one spider live for so long, and have such patience rebuilding his web every Wednesday evening? How is it that he could live in the mirror for this long but I would never see him? How could the spider even catch things on that mirror? I mean, sure, if the web were facing the other way, he'd have his pick of prey... but how many bugs hit the mirror-side of the rear-view mirror? I wouldn't wager many. I ultimately concluded that I must have a ghost spider living in my mirror. It was the only way this could keep happening, months and months on end. I mean, come on. What earthly spider would be so dedicated to living in a rear-view mirror?

Tonight, readers, as I was leaving the office at 2:30am, the mystery was solved.

The spider was out, making the finishing Easter touches on his weekly web. After more than half a year, I met my small, tenacious arachnid copilot.

Dave once suggested tenting the mirror in Raid overnight because he knows how terrified I am of spiders. And it's true - I am deathly afraid. It is the major phobia in my life. But I would feel bad about doing that to this spider. He's lasted so long in there, you know? Tonight, after I'd locked myself in the car (against rapists, not against spiders - though perhaps my next major phobia in life could be rapist spiders), I just watched the little guy do his thing. I sat for awhile before realizing that it was 2:30, and time to come home... but what to do about the spider? I couldn't just drive with him out on the mirror like that, could I? I started the engine and hoped he got the hint. He did. Apparently, a spider of this age and sagacity knows exactly when to crawl back into the mirror for safe-keeping. He stowed himself, and I drove home, and now I'm sure he's back out there, webbing.

I am calling him George.
Comments: 4 slipped disks - throw your back out.

Sunday, March 4th, 2007

Time:11:20 pm.
OKAY HI, I can't believe I'm confessing to watching this... but "Lost Tomb of Christ." COME ON NOW PEOPLE. There is a scene in this "documentary" where - NO JOKE - they are BREAKING INTO some RANDOM ANCIENT TOMB. No permission! They're just sticking a big old camera on a hose down all these convenient little holes they're making in the ground. They think they're breaking into "Jesus' tomb," discovered in 1980 and later covered over... but no! They end up filming some RANDOM HEBREW TOMB instead! And then they're not even like, "Oops, sorry dead Hebrews! Wrong tomb!" The filmmaker actually goes so far as to say, "Well, this is the wrong tomb... but I bet this is a second tomb! Where all of Jesus' followers are buried!" Seriously. SERIOUSLY. They are eventually disrupted because - oh guess what? - they didn't have permission to dig.

I suppose it's no surprise that James Cameron, legendary despoiler of the Titanic wreck, is behind all these shenanigans. Even so. RANDOM HEBREW TOMB. Think about it.

All I "discovered" on the Discovery Channel tonight was that the Discovery Channel needs to get off their butts and produce something that isn't craptacular. Heck, even "Secrets of Revelation!!" and "600 Pound Tumor!!!" were better than this.


ETA: LOLLLLL they are interviewing Oded Golan, in all seriousness.
Comments: 4 slipped disks - throw your back out.

Saturday, February 24th, 2007

Time:1:27 am.
My friends, I believe I have reached a turning point in my knitting life.

As some of you may know, Stitches West is in town this weekend. Hundreds of yarn shops, all converging in one place... and I don't think I'm going to go. It's such an odd sensation. You all know that my love of yarn is second only to my love of Dave, at this point. Yarn is life. And yet...

(A true confession? I am secretly relieved at not going. In the end... yarn is yarn. And money is money. And I've gotten far stingier with one of those items since entering the real world.)

(Another, even worse confession? I am thinking of going instead to the craft store and getting Caron Simply Soft for more charity baby knitting. I am actually more excited at the prospect of this than of Stitches. Wild but true.)

I went out yesterday and bought a new spring jacket, a new dress that fits a me who is fourteen pounds lighter since college, but still not quite high school weight, and a delicious brown sweater. And I feel horrible about it. They are all good wardrobe-update pieces that will last me a long time, but it's this horrible feeling of spending money. It's like every dollar I spend in life is a dollar I could have saved to get the hell out of here. Which I suppose is accurate, but it's getting to the point where I am having major guilt over parking fees (should have walked two miles!) and cups of tea from the tea shop (it's leaves! leaves should be free!) They say the 80s are coming back into style - does this mean I can just wear all my mom's clothes from the 80s? Because she's still got them, and they'd definitely be free.

I suspect I might feel differently were I already out on my own. I don't know that it's the money so much as the threat of never having enough money to leave home. Were I gone already, I might be poor as anything, but at least I would be sure I wasn't still living at home, you know? That's what this summer was like. We ate spaghetti and frozen veggies and some suspicious cuts of meat, and I wore through a couple pairs of old shoes walking everywhere (and not spending money to repair my shoes), and we were deliriously happy. And I was even still buying yarn then.
Comments: 12 slipped disks - throw your back out.

Friday, February 9th, 2007

Time:10:31 pm.
Can I tell you all how dear David is? He is up at Bowdoin this weekend, and we've been talking about what we want for Valentine's Day. Before he went up, we decided we were going to adopt a manatee together when he gets here (SIX DAYS!). But apparently, we both had other surreptitious plans. Tonight, I told him about a disastrous attempt to make him a hat for Valentine's Day - I thought I'd gotten blue yarn, but it turns out it's rather violet. Violently violet, even. When I confessed my hat failure, he was still touched, and wanted to know if he could get me flowers or something, but I demurred, thinking of our poor future adopted manatee. After I hung up, though, I thought you know what would be lovely? So I called him back, and asked him if he wouldn't go say hello to Chesley and Becca for me, while he was there, because I miss them so much. Dave is now a little disappointed, because THIS WAS GOING TO BE MY SURPRISE PRESENT! So next week, when he tells me he went to visit them, let's be surprised.
Comments: 2 slipped disks - throw your back out.

Monday, January 29th, 2007

Time:8:12 pm.
My dear readers,

Will my children get their asses kicked on the playground if I name them any of the following?

Christabel
Mercy
Sylvia
Clare
Louisa
Rose
Miriam
Helena

Julian
Anselm
Crispin
Gideon
Lysander
Dashiell
Cassian
Florian (I think I know the answer to this one)
Milton (this one too)

Love,
Me

P.S. Have you noticed, most of my boys' names pretty much rhyme? Here is hoping I never have septuplet boys I get to name all by myself.
Comments: 14 slipped disks - throw your back out.

Wednesday, January 24th, 2007

Time:11:10 pm.
I just read on some blog that John Lewis, Oxford Street, sits on the birthplace of Lord Byron. I wonder what part of the store is the right place. Housewares, perhaps? Paper goods? Yarn and notions? I am secretly hoping it is yarn and notions, but that's on the far side from Oxford Street. It's probably perfumes. That's what Byron would have wanted.
Comments: 6 slipped disks - throw your back out.

Thursday, January 18th, 2007

Time:8:40 pm.
Oh hello blog. I remember you.

I'm halfway through my first week at Facebook. I'm resetting a lot of passwords, confirming a lot of accounts, and watching funny videos of Mark Zuckerberg. If you do not have Facebook, I strongly encourage you to get an account. In a few months, I might be saying this because I work there. But right now, I am fresh and green-pithed, and just want to tell you how many AWESOME FEATURES WE HAVE AND ARE GOING TO HAVE, SERIOUSLY. It's a BLAST! Plus, if you ever forget your password, you can always talk to me. A recommendation, though: don't make your password "password." Seriously.

Part of the Facebook love is that they long-term loan you a MacBook, which is what I am writing this entry from. Godot, as some of you may know, breathed(?) his last a few weeks ago. He is still under warranty, and he never signed a Do Not Resuscitate, I will probably call Dell about him when I have a moment (i.e. a geological era) to talk to customer service. I am a little ambivalent about the MacBook for several reasons. The first being, of course, that it is a MacBook. My father insists that it's the best laptop available on the market today, which is probably true... but it's also impossible to find any programs on it, and there's only one freaking button on the touchpad. What's the point of Firefox if you can't right click? Argh, and there's that bottom toolbar where everything bounces. I just accidentally clicked on the Word icon down there, and now it keeps bouncing bouncing bouncing to let me know HEY WORD HAS LOADED! The accidental clicking is something I'll need to get used to, too. On a PC, you have to double-click to make sure the computer knows you are serious about opening a program. I like that system. Macs are far too trusting of my intentions.

On the positive side, it does spellcheck automatically. You can thank my MacBook for my correct spelling of "resuscitate" up there.

It is strange, suddenly being a Mac "owner." I am out in public with it for the first time this evening at a lovely local cafe that has free Wifi, and all these other Mac owners keep looking over at me and my machine, as if to say, "Hey, Mac user, you are one of us!" I drive a VW New Beetle, which is much the same way. You'll see people on the road in your color and model, and they'll spontaneously wave to you, like we're all in one big VW New Beetle fraternal society. "Hey, you hate those giant blind spots but can't deny the cuteness of the bud vase? ME TOO!!" I started to get worried that one of my Mac brethren would come over and try to engage me in conversation. What would I even say to them? "Yeah... so you like those bouncing icons, too?" "Yeah, my favorite part is how the Apple logo glows on the cover when you open the lid?" Fortunately, I didn't have to worry about what I would say for very long, because a member of the Brethren came over to talk to me about Macs straightaway. The conversation went something like this:

Mac Lover: So that's the new MacBook, huh?
Me: Um. I think so?
Mac Lover: So how's it different?
Me: Um. I'm not sure?
Mac Lover: Dj'you get it through work?
Me: Yeah.
Mac Lover: (long pause)
Mac Lover: It's great they got you the new MacBook.
Me: Yeah. It sure is.
Mac Lover: (long pause)
Mac Lover: Well, see you later.

I don't know if he meant later, when we're both back at the cafe... or like later, when he follows me home to keep asking me questions about my apparently new MacBook. Maybe he will at least teach me the secret Brethren handshake.
Comments: 18 slipped disks - throw your back out.

Monday, January 1st, 2007

Time:10:50 pm.
My Gmail ad of the day:

Have A Jello Wrestling Event. No Chill Formula Sets Up In Seconds!

Ew.

Also, what sorts of emails am I getting, to where they think I'd be interested in setting up a "Jello Wrestling Event"?
Comments: 2 slipped disks - throw your back out.

Time:10:51 am.
My Gmail ad this morning:

Armadillo Repellent, effective, safe, & easy. Buy Online

My New Year's Resolution: someday live in a place where armadillo repellent is necessary. Or possibly, never live in a place where armadillo repellent is necessary.
Comments: throw your back out.

Monday, December 25th, 2006

Time:6:57 pm.
                    ... Enough! the Resurrection,
A heart's-clarion! Away grief's gasping, | joyless days, dejection.
                    Across my foundering deck shone
A beacon, an eternal beam. | Flesh fade, and mortal trash
Fall to the residuary worm; | world's wildfire, leave but ash:
                    In a flash, at a trumpet crash,
I am all at once what Christ is, | since he was what I am, and
This Jack, joke, poor potsherd, | patch, matchwood, immortal diamond
                    Is immortal diamond.
Comments: 2 slipped disks - throw your back out.

Tuesday, December 12th, 2006

Time:12:50 am.
Haiku2 for turabiannights
dog shall we dance i
love it even if it does
betray the fact that
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Created by Grahame


I love these things. Other haikus generated:


is nasty heck i
could wear this in new york this
would be nice and warm

pbs and maybe have
a little bolder in a
gothic cathedral

sweating bullets for
but i couldn't sleep because
the cardboard ceiling
(damn that cardboard ceiling)

drops which don't make
any sense when you first read
the description think
(a thoughtful one)

certainly not quick
to knit for her pinscher mix
if i can't knit
(true!)

leicester dying
in his bed of old war wounds
go on the dachshund
(MY FAVORITE ONE!)

that poop jelly beans
the choice is really yours
after the dog show
(my second favorite)
Comments: 8 slipped disks - throw your back out.

Time:12:36 am.
I LOVE GROWN-UP CHRISTMAS because Mom just asks, "Make me a list of those knitting books you want," and I say, "Okay!", and I know I'm going to get one of four AWESOME AND EXCITING AND SUPER-SWEET BOOKS for Christmas. I think four. I might have put five on there. So I could get two of them, because two were Stitchionary, and it would be just like Mom to get me the set. (Okay, technically, there are three Stitchionaries, but the third one is colorwork, which is nasty). Heck, I COULD GET FIVE OF THEM and die of happiness. Knitting books and I have an odd relationship. The first one I ever bought was Stitch-n-Bitch - yes, I'm one of those knitters - and that was the only one I had for a long time. I remember leaving it at home my junior year, and having my dad call and ask, "Um, do you want your... Stitch and... Bitch?" (The answer: BITCH, PLEASE!) Then Chesley's shop moved in across the street, and I got inspired and bought "Wrap Style," which I have yet to make anything from, but when I do, it's going to be delicious. I am a stingy knitting-book buyer, is what it comes down to. I feel guilty about it, in some ways, because I live in an age of free internet patterns. I can't really justify spending so much on many books that don't give you much. I'm the same way with most loose patterns, too. I've had my eye on this one in the shop for awhile:

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But at $7.00 for the piece of paper, I can hardly justify that. Plus, fingering-weight yarn. Eek. (Does "fingering-weight" sound dirty to you, too?) Anyway, the point of this knit-rant is that I am not a big book buyer. It takes me literally months to decide whether I want a book or not. The Stitchionaries will be valuable forever and ever, so those were pretty much a given. Weekend Knitting has a lot of general simple patterns in it, and seems reasonable for the price. Knit 2 Together is the only knitting book I have ever fallen in love with so wholly and completely for a single pattern:

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Baby cape. Are any of you pregnant? Seriously? Because I need to make a baby cape, pronto.

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This sweater is pretty and lovely, too. Though I would look like an angry tank in it.

I left two magnificent books off my list for Mom because I am still, after six or eight months, not quite decided. Handknit Holidays and Mason-Dixon Knitting. I am totally in love with them, but am just not convinced I want to spend... $9.55 and $17.00 used, respectively. I am a knitting cheapskate. Gotta save that for yarn.
Comments: 7 slipped disks - throw your back out.

Friday, December 8th, 2006

Time:1:38 am.
My Google ad tonight:

If They Are A Virgin - www.Your1Love.com - We Can Predict The Exact Name Of Your 1 True Love, Try It Now!


So... they can only predict the exact names of virgins? I am kind of scared to click the link for clarification.
Comments: 2 slipped disks - throw your back out.

Thursday, December 7th, 2006

Time:3:08 pm.
I am going through my checking account records to see how I am spending my money, something I do every now and then (look at my records - though I do spend money now and then too!) As you might expect, several entries record yarn purchases. Take note, however, at my yarn-purchasing pattern:

11/21 - Red yarn (for Chris' AIDS scarves)
11/22 - Orange yarn (for NYC neckwarmer)
12/02 - Yellow yarn (NYC mittens)
12/05 - Green yarn (Chris' Christmas hat)

What to do next, gentle readers? The truth is, I was thinking about buying some blue yarn today, for David's hat. And then next week, maybe some purple yarn, for my own hat, or possibly legwarmers. WHOLLY UNCONSCIOUSLY. I think in rainbows.


ETA: Before you say it, yes, maybe I have a yarn-buying problem. But the grand total of all these purchases was around thirty dollars, and half of it was for charity scarves... and really, that's not so bad. That's like... ten Starbucks coffees.

Way to justify.
Comments: 3 slipped disks - throw your back out.

Time:1:10 pm.
More on Komondors:

The American Kennel Club says:

Not recommended for children. Very wary of strangers; highly protective. Somewhat difficult to train. Good with other pets if raised with them from puppyhood. Tends to be fairly dog-aggressive. A little grooming needed. Long coat. Very light shedding. A good jogging companion. Good for apartment living. Not recommended for novice owners.

Talents:
watchdog, guarding, and police work.

POLICE WORK! Can you imagine? Rin Tin Tin, KOMONDOR COP! He's a mop-dog, cleaning up the streets.


If I have done my research correctly, the Komondor in my last entry is named CH Gillian's Quintessential Quincy. I do hope he is called Quincy. One day, when I am not a "novice owner," I want a Komondor named Quincy.

I wonder, do you really keep capitalizing Komondor? Or is it komondor, like wire-haired fox terriers and golden retrievers are?

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Comments: 4 slipped disks - throw your back out.

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