Moody Meow

D, because he is the coolest husband ever, bought me three games recently. It’s an amazing game season, so I didn’t cry when he came home with Fable II, Little Big Planet and Fallout 3 (for the PS3). I will go from the bad games to the good.

I am super-duper, wholly and completely pissed at Bethesda and Fallout 3. There is some wonky-ass problem with the camera. It’s supposed to be a FPS, but I am stuck in 3rd person. Now, I’m fine playing in 3rd person if the camera would behave. But I can’t aim for shit, I can’t move the character around without thunking into walls and getting stuck behind things. People, I haven’t gotten to the first little town yet. I am still stuck near the door to the outside world all because the fucking camera won’t cooperate. It’s like a petulant child throwing a tantrum who refuses to exit the store in a civil and non-obnoxious way. D felt bad for buying me a “broken” game, and I will admit to being overly frustrated. It’s not his fault. It’s Bethesda. And I’m not the only one screaming. But for now, the game will sit until a patch is released.

Little Big Planet is so much fucking fun! It’s silly, colorful, and full of whimsical and imaginative imagery. The gameplay is quite intuitive, but there are a few annoying bugs with the physics system that I noticed, and it wasn’t as easy to move forward and back within the depth of a level. But overall, the music, the whimsy, the really cute gameplay brings a smile to my face. And, it works (novel fucking concept). I was surprised at how easy it was to slip from the main game into worlds created by other players. And let me say, the players are damn creative. I played one level that was modeled after PacMan! Brilliant stuff. When I returned back to my little box (the start menu, for all purposes, although you can decorate your little box), someone followed me, and then followed me into another game. I think I will accidentally bump into a lot of people playing this game, and I am totally okay with that. The more the merrier

But right now, the game that has me wrapped around its magical blade is Fable II. The game is magnificent. The magic/fighting systems are a seamless mesh of fucking cool. There are some wasted elements, some spells that are just pedestrian and lacking in any kind of brilliance. I think my favorite spells are the time spells, which can either stop time around the character or be used as a weapon, and pushes you through the enemy dealing damage. The game itself is tons of fun, but I was super excited about the mutliplayer, and unfortunately, that is where it falls short. My sister and I love to play games together, and I was excited when I found out that you could join other Fable players’ games. We were both a little disappointed to find out that you had to regress to some genera-character to enter into a friend’s game. Okay, fine. But each time she tried to select one of the three women offered as a character, she ended up with the same pink-swathed goody two shoes with blond hair. She, of course, made up for it by scaring the shit out of all the villagers in my town by trying to stab me. We are siblings, after all. I would have less of a problem with the limited aspect of a joining character if the camera wasn’t such a lazy bitch. I would be exceedingly happy if it split duty between the two of us, and didn’t get stuck around corners when we are in a tight room battling something with big teeth and a taste for my scarred and tattooed ass (of course my character is tattooed! Who do you think I am?). The co-op system leaves much to be desired, and the sad thing is, I have FUN when she and I are running around killing beetles together. I love the cooperative nature of many current gen video games, and it makes me sad that Fable didn’t live up to expectations.

Then again, they could release a patch and make it all better. Who knows. I still like Fable the best of the three.

And why am I writing about video games on this monumental day? Because I’m nervous, anxious, and liable to puke up my Wheat Thins (lowfat, thankyouverymuch) if I keep thinking about the election, even if it is ALL I obsessed over for the past two years. D and I are planning on going to the Doug Fir to meet some friends for the election party, but part of me wants to stay home with that bottle of David Hill Merlot and stew on the couch.

I just have one more thing to say: GO OBAMA!

Would you like to see my new computer! Okay, so I won’t be getting this anytime soon, but a girl can dream, right?

And drool….

This is bullet-form day. I rarely have time to blog anymore with my schedule. Work is nuts, all the time, which is a good thing. I’m never bored, but there are rarely lulls that would allow me to blog. And by the time I get home, I just want to unwind.

• The Best Compliment - I finished Calie’s critique way late. I’ve been way late for most of this term, either to to emotional issues (it’s hard to write about hope when you don’t have any), technical issues, or life issues. The thing I’ve realized is that no matter how shitty my life gets, I can’t drag her into my mess. She deserves a good crit partner, and since we decided to go as a 2 person team, I’m all she’s got school wise (beyond her fucking amazing mentor). I sat down, over the course of several days, and critted the hell out of her story. I love the premise, and the world. I think she and I have similar problems in getting into a deeper POV, but she’s got an amazingly twisted mind and a fluid writing style. I read the submission all the way through several times so that I could digest things properly. When all was said and done and I turned it in to her, I waited for the e-mail saying “Moody, you bitch! Can’t you do this well?” but what I got was “You are the best crit partner ever.” She understand that my inclination to pick out things and ask questions is not beating up the story, it’s about dissecting it to make it a better story. It feels really good when someone understands and appreciates your intentions
• Going to #Wordcampdx tomorrow - I’m painfully nervous. I won’t know anyone, but I am braving the wilds anyway. What is it? Look and see. I hope to meet some interesting people, learn more about the abilities of Wordpress, and figure out how to make my writing site more interesting. I’ve been on MoodayMeow since 2003 in some ideration or another, but if I plan on becoming a professional writer when I grow up (which will be when I turn 50, I’ve decided… I have a few years) then I need to establish a professional, interesting web presence. And I love social media, so joining my blog and twitter or the other technology crack I’m addicted to — it’s good stuff. Oh! And there’s a copyright section! I had plans to put parts of my book up, but worried about copyright. Hopefully this will answer some questions. It’s an all-day event, and it won’t leave me much time for editing my own writing, but the deadline’s not till Tuesday. I should be okay.
• I had more to write, but I’m crazy busy. Maybe tomorrow?

Golden Girls actress passes.

I used to love this show. For some reason, I thought about Grannie when I watched it, but I think that’s just beacuse it “took place” in Florida and Grannie also had a fondness for interesting earrings. She had some of the funniest lines on television at the time… RIP

is fucking hysterical!

Please please please watch. Even D thinks it’s funny and he hates musicals.

It’s been a rough week overall. I have very supportive friends that are helping me through being out of work, but then I found out that I’m not eligible for unemployment this quarter. If I file in September, then I am eligible, but right now I don’t have enough hours. It’s a screwy system that isn’t making my life easier. This makes my job hunt more urgent. I bathed myself in misery yesterday, wallowed in the impossibility, and then pulled myself up by the bootstraps and got to working through my feelings of hopelessness.I also managed to take a shower, which is a huge thing when one is depressed.

Miss C showed me my birthday present yesterday It’s freaking beautiful. I don’t know the artist’s name (help me out C!!) but once I take a picture you will love it. It’s a print by a modern artist who took the “Last Supper” by DaVinci and turned it on its ear. It’s the last supper in McDonalds. Trust me, it’s fucking amazing.

While wandering around Portland, in search for a place to satisfy my Duny collecton, Miss C found this place, and we’ve been going there ever since. They have a gallery where they show modern artists, and that was where we found this person. It’s a great place. The staff are really nice (especially the guy in the gallery that we talked to) and they have Dunys. It’s a happy place.

I’ve blanketed Portland with my resume. I haven’t written much at all because I’m so freaked out about the money, but my job right now is to write the novel, work out, and get the doggies in better shape. Valentine’s thing will work itself out. We will do what we have to do, but for now, I need to write, apply to 3 jobs that interested me, and then get some serious writing done. Oh, and I am due to head to the library because my mentor assigned me a few books.

D and I are going to see the Dark Knight tonight. I can’t wait.

Hope your week has gone well…..

I bought Tickets for both Hellboy II and The Dark Knight.

I’m joyful.

• was not impressed with Ironman, but D liked it. B was entertained as well. Oh well, at least I got to see the trailers for Indy and Batman.
• The weather is amazing right now. Sunny, clear and just cool enough to keep you from overheating.
• Making progress on the school stuff.
• Saw Amandapants @ Cup and Saucer and spent waaay too much time enjoying her company.
• Realized that Ihop’s pancakes don’t suck that bad, but their coffee is awful.
• Had to go to a babyshower while at work. I hate babies. And showers. And cute, pink things that make grown women “squee” — that’s amanda’s word and I’m stealing it.
• Updated the blog with the newest version of Wordpress. I like.
• Will ride my bike to work tomorrow morning without trying the route out with D. It’s time to take a ride.

The plans for the week are pretty tight. Lots of work, not enough time. But hey, its’s life. And congrats to Cat on her new car. I love the color.

We had a lovely break in the gray for the past few days. The weatherpeople even predicted sun for the weekend. They were wrong, of course. I woke to dark skies. Living here has changed my appreciatation for the blue of the sky and how sunlight feels when it’s unfiltered by high clouds or blocked by the thick, rainy ones that have taken up permanent residence over the Pacific NW (Yes, I know I moved here, and that’s what the weather is like…I’m just sayin….). Florida’s light was so dramatic, and changable. While the storms do move swiftly through Portland, generally the light is flat. It makes taking pictures hard for me. I like golden light and long shadows. But yesterday, when the sun set, the white-flowered trees look like they glowed. The animals stationed themselves at differend doors, sniffing the wind and warming themselves in the sun. I was almost dissapointed to get out of bed. But it is Friday…..

Tonight is BATTLESTAR (you can watch the whole episode online right now, I think). Dood…. I’m such a geek, so I’ll link you to a few things.

• Here is an 8 minute recap of the first 3 seasons. It’s actually really informative and kind of funny.
• The Coolest fucking T-shirt ever….  But really, only if you are a Battlestar dork.
• Wired did a short piece. They also interviewed Six….
• An interesting interview with Ron Moore. He seems like kind of a prick when doing his podcasts, but I admire his vision. It’s going to be a good season.

I’m having a hard time with the sanity lately, and I am sane enough to understand that there’s an issue (Ignorance is truly bliss…I used to act nutso and didn’t give a shit what happened later….fucking conscience). Not working out as much as I should, I admit, but I’m alternately exhausted and then wound up so tight it feels like my head is going to explode. I’m reactionary…..at work. This is not boding well for my career with my company. The paranoia that comes with mania for me is getting worse, so I’m just trying to keep my nose clean. Tonight, I will get on my trainer before I do anything else, and I will try to calm down. There’s more writing to be done. My muse is sometimes amused when I’m manic, but more often than not I spin my wheels and wonder why the fucking novel won’t write itself.

Speaking of the weekend. Miss Amandapants is taking us to a rugby game! Wh00t! I’m excited. I’ll take pictures for you. I’m sure there will be blood, and that’s a good thing, no?

Hope you are having a Happy Flyday.

• that G4 would stop playing those commercials about pills that increase “that part of the male anatomy”. Please. Stop. Feeding. Me. Shit. Let me get back to watching inane reviews about video games I will never buy. Don’t interrupt my going to sleepy time. I don’t have a dick. I don’t need the pills. Please shut up.
• that I could wear my wooden earrings at work.
• there were more hours in the day so that I had time to play both Halo 3 and COD, without taking away from writing time.
• that baked potatoes baked faster.
• gas was much cheaper than it is now.
• for just one little bit of snow in the city. Yeah, I know it will screw up D’s ride to work, that the roads could be icy and dangerous for him, but I love snow. And we didn’t get to go to Mt. Hood this winter. Le sigh. (I wrote that part 2 days ago and it snowed yesterday…..oops)
• people would stop asking me why D and I don’t have kids. I’m having to play nice right now, what with being in a newer job and all, but I’m about to start throwing paperclips.
• for peace on earth. No. I really do. I’m a fucking hippy liberal like that.
• I could reconcile my anger for the government and my love for the human race. It’s a hard thing to fold together.
• my sister would visit soon.
• that I still didn’t have freaky dreams about that damn vampire movie.
• that I could will my coffee cup to refill itself. Magic coffee…that’s what I need.
• Apple would stop showing the freaking iPhone and the Mac Air. You got me. I want them, but can’t afford them. Quit rubbing salt in the wound, already.
• the motherboard on my 15″ laptop would stop being bitchy. It’s going to die, I know it, and then I will be locked to my desk when I write. *GASP*
• I hadn’t said anything about wanting snow. It’s cold today, and I wanted to walk the doggies again tonight, but I think it took my knees an hour to warm back up from the walk last night.
• that IE actually had spell check. #&%#(^$&%^$($%!!!
• that finding the perfect shirt was easy.
• that pink wasn’t in fashion…I’m so sick of pink!
• that I could go home, because I just wanna smoosh my beagles

So, have a happy Thursday. Oh, and if you have on-demand, look for the Battlestar stuff. There are two short specials that aired. I think it would surprise you to know who actually watches the show.

And yes, the geeky Battlestar stuff is going to get worse as the show progresses. I have to admit….I’m smitten

I’m a dork for Halo 3. Okay, it’s not the best game out there. A lot of people on the multi-player are complete idiots, with vocabularies that don’t expandy beyond 4 letter words…sometimes 5 if they are calling me a bitch. But I still like playing the game with my sister and my brother and some of their friends. So the nerd-meister in me was very pleased to find out that the Heroic maps are now FREE! Wh00t. Although, I already bought them. And they also revealed a new map called Blackout. It looks like a lot of fun. And I’m such a dork, I’ll buy that one too.

Today I’m off to Battle Ground for a meeting, and then I get to work on paperwork for the rest of the evening. My coffee hasn’t kicked in yet and it’s sleepy time with the soft gray sky and the lulling patter of rain. I should be in bed.

Happy Hump Day!

Battlestar Galactica Top 10 List

I heart Battlestar. I think absence makes the heart grow fonder or some such nonsense.

• Firefox’s 3.0 beta is wicked fast, but horridly unstable. And when I decided to go back to 2, it funked things up. Now I’m stuck between wanting to use Safari and Firefox. Safari is faster on most of my sites, but wordpress and a few other things are buggy, so I stick to firefox. Besides, I love the gmail widget. I can’t wait till the final 3.0 is released. It’s purdy.
• WTF is going on with Battlestar? We watched Razor, and I was sooooooooooooo fucking disappointed. Then we see ‘Battlestar returns in MARCH!?!?!?!?!” (pardon the juvenile typing…I’m pissed). Okay - the problem with the movie - regression. The characters are back in a space that they’ve already passed. Who cares, really? I wanted more history on Adama and his past. I thought the hybrid reveal was a little interesting, but not enough to warrant wasting all of my time. I miss many of those characters but in they movie, well they moved beyond that last year (or was it the year before — these long hiatuses are killing me). I wasn’t that interested. Although I did like the bitch-commander. Oh and the lesbian relationship, I thought that was interesting, but they cheapened it. Instead of making it a real motivation for why she kills Gina it’s just a “gotcha” moment. Blech.
• Heros - While many people had a problem with the series, I liked this season’s cast and story. Okay, I admit that the wonder-twins annoyed the piss out of me, but I was glad to see Sylar back. That last show kicked me in nuts I didn’t know I had. The meandering storylines met up in a satisfactory end for me. I can’t wait till next season.
• I’m watching Tin Man on Sci Fi — it’s soooo cheesy and I love it. I will not apologize. But I may not admit that I watched it again.

I’m writing this as I cook peppers and onions. D starts with Nike tomorrow! HURRAY!

I fucked up with school in a big way, so I’m digging myself out of the muck and mire and trying to get back on track. It’s hard right now. I thought not being in Florida for my first holiday would be a breeze, but I kind of miss driving on the 408 as the sun sets, bitching about the fact that its still hot in November. It just feels really strange to be me right now. We are isolated. Without jobs (more on that later), we have buried oursevles deep in this experieince, but it’s not working out as we wished. I don’t regret leaving Florida. Being stuck on a hamster-wheel of mediocrity for almost a decade really helped spurr this forward motion we have now. But I feel stuck again. That will change.

We got some great news this week. D just took a 1 month contract from Nike for some work. We are so freaking broke right now, it’s not even funny, so this is a great break for us. It’s just contract work, and a limited term at that, but it’s something and it will keep us in tofu and heat for one more month. After that, it’s back to the grind of finding jobs. As for me, I’m blanketing Portland with my resume, but nothing’s come of it yet. As many times as I’ve rewritten it, I thought I would have a bite by now, but it’s all for nothing. I’m hopeful some of the recent positions I applied for will pan out. Gotta keep the chin up, that’s all we can do.

It snowed on Saturday!. Yeah, it was for 5 minutes, and nothing stuck on the ground — but I live somewhere it snows! How freaking awesome is that? Mt. Hood is blanketed by the snow now. I wish we had the money to go skiing (and the car — Vader won’t make it up the mountain without snow tires) , but that’s for next year.

We saw the Golden Compass on Saturday. I will just tell you that I loved it, and I haven’t read the books. D didn’t care for it and he’s read the books. He said the movies lacked the depth of the novels, and that we were spoiled by Peter Jackson’s interpretations of the LOTR novels . I didn’t care. I had a lot of “holy shit that was cool” moments, and I left the theatre happy. They played the Narnia preview - I hated the first movie. I won’t see the second.

So, I’m still cat-sitting. Bax and Margo are in my very lovely basement, chillin out with the fluffy pillows and blankets and every single cat toy in my house. They are here because Bax was taking out his anger at Amandapants on her clothing and peeing on her bed. We thought the basement would be easier for them. They’ve been there before, when Amanada moved to Portland, and because it’s not their home territiory, I didn’t think they would be as apt to show their displeasure. I was wrong. I went downstairs yesterday morning. Both a shoe box and my empty laundry basket had piss in them. Then I woke up this morning to find Valentine pissing in my sink! WTF? It’s nearly kitty death time.

Okay, now that I’m caught up on stuff, I eagerly await the arrival of miss C and Amanapants so that my crew gets back in town.Have a great Tuesday.

It’s a kid’s movie, but it looks pretty badass. Anything with witches and familiars and I am in.

We’ve noticed chalk writing creeping down the familiar streets of our neighborhood, and then the writing came to our door. (I took pictures, but I will upload them later).

And by the way, if you have certain jobs, you could be more prone to depression. I should tell my brother about this. Maybe he’ll get out of the service industry.

This is soooo damn cute. I’m easily amused.

I finishes all of my critiques. Some of them were good, and some of them were painful to read. I am amazed at how muddled a story can become when people are rushed. Admittedly, I suffer the same fate when I push things to the end. So, I am writing ahead of time now, trying to get the best draft possible now, and not at the last minute.

For all you Florida people, today is the most amazing fall day in Portland. It’s clear and cool and beautiful. The sun is out. A sweet wind kisses the air, and I can smell the savory scent of burning wood from fireplaces throughout the neighborhood. My pictures can’t do today justice. I won’t even try.

That’s all from the west coast. Perhaps tomorrow I will be more inspired to write, but I’m waiting for D to get home so we can finish watching the Heroes dvds (I’m a junkie) before starting on the new season. I’m such a nerd-burger

Wandering the web, and look what I found.

I lost my son to a war I oppose. We were both doing our duty. The idea that saying anything against the war is a crime against the troops, well that’s just a tactic our government uses to get us to shut the fuck up. This is a beautifully written piece. And it’s illuminating.

And I won’t shut up anymore.

Speaking of war.. I found this via Digg. I am amazed by the moronic comments made by the talking heads we call newscasters. She needs to go back to that morning show she had and let the real newsmen and newswomen take the news back from ignorance and entertainment. Gah!

Another Digg find. …but I am embarrassed to say that I know a lot less than I should. And I’m headed to grad school! For shame!

Are you aggressive? Yes? then you shall get laid!

What happened on the day you were born?

I have a bruised finger and my lip is a little sensitive. And I know you are going to ask why, because I know you care. Hollie and her friend came over to get the futon. I forgot how heavy and awkward it was. D and I had to turn it on its side, shimmy it through the front door and then try to get it into Hollie’s Suburban. Hollie had a hell of a time getting all of her seats down (read the instructions next time woman!!) but we finally managed and were able to get the futon and the mattress in. It was a comical scene, truly. But while pulling the futon into the Suburban, my finger got caught. It hurts us, precious. And then as D and I walked out the door with it, the foot snagged on the door jam and my lip smashed into it. Ouch. I am the kind of friend that bleeds (and smooshes fingers ) for others. I deserve a pat on the back! Just kidding.

And……. that is why I hate being short, by the way. D and I are totally not in sync when it comes to carrying things. And I am too chicken shit to wear my platform shoes because I am painfully clumsy. Gah!

And now, a list for Hollie (hehehe).

• D and I are giving the car to Mom on Saturday
• D and I are giving the bookshelves to Julie on Saturday
• D and I are heading to Anne’s (with some plants) on Saturday
• I have to clean up the front yard.
• The beagles already miss their futon.
• I have gas.
• I am pmsing
• I have a headache
• The planted onions make me happy.
• I have to clean/write my resume
• I didn’t get any responses to the houses I contacted in Portland
• I wanna frickin house already.
• D and I are going to see Pirates on Friday
• “To err is to Human…. To Arr is to Pirate“
• That is the best shirt ever.
• Okay…not the absolute best.
• “This t-shirt hides my cold robot interior“
• That’s my favorite shirt.
• I am tired of this attitude about the gay lifestyle.
• I can’t donate blood because I lived in Germany
• Sometimes, I am ashamed to be a part of this country.
• (No - that was not an article about the war, so chill out).
• Yay for the tortoises!
• I need a “native birds of Oregon” book.
• I have (thanks to Frankie and Cat) the dog lover’s guide & a guide to vineyards.
• I’m going to take the beagles and get drunk.
• And now, I am going to revel in my headache and swim in my coffee
• PIRATES COMES OUT TOMORROW
• YYYYYARRRRR!
• (I need a parrot, a peg - leg and a hook…. really… but only a stuffed toy parrot)
• Sometimes, people surprise me with their generosity and frank observations.
• I think its best to be thankful for what I’ve experienced here rather than to remain bitter about the conflicts.
• I think, in spite of it all, that I’ve grown at as a person due to my job and I will take away the best of those experiences and I hope that people I worked learned a little something from me, even if it’s just how to unjam the copier or install printer drivers.
• I’ve learned a lot from them…

Now that I have hair, and since Christy gave me my first cut in over a year, I’ve been trying to find the right “goop” to make my hair happy. Gel drys my hair out. Crunchy is good for cereal and crackers, not for hair. My anti-frizz stuff makes my hair shiney, but my waves and curls are wild and need something heavier to tame them. Due to my animal rights beliefs, I won’t buy products tested on animals. Honestly, why would someone want to slather a beagle or bunny with gel or hair shampoo? Anyway, I found the perfect product. It tames the frizz but keeps things light enough so that my curls bounce around. It’s the little things….

I’m D’s model for his art class. He’s been snapping shots of me, posing like a dork, or sitting solemnly. What I’ve come to realize recently is that I’ve gotten fat and aged. It’s disheartening and depressing. It didn’t help that I thumbed through old pictures when I cleaned out my closet. The weight thing continues to be an issue. All I can do is change it, but it feels impossible sometimes. I say this all the time, but damn, I just get bummed.

I’m starting to pack things up. The first mountain to tackle- the books. I am guesstimating, but I believe when we pack up all the books, it will take the same space as our couch. That’s a shitload of space, if you were wondering. After digging through shelves (I stacked the books two deep because I ran out of room) I found: Julie’s Harry Potter books, the Dogfather’s Superman books (I need to get those to you), and I discovered some comics that Frankie lent me in my closet. I packed four boxes of books. Although I promised not to give any books away, there are more than a few that I got for free when I worked at Borders that I no longer want. Donations, anyone? I think we are going to cull the comics collection as well. I bought tons of comics and now they just take up space. I may not get rid of all of them, but I think most are going somewhere. Donations, anyone? The next thing to tackle in terms of packing - D’s closet of doom. A few scanners, Cds, art supplies, computer books and a dead body or two, his closet has it all. Donations, anyone? Hehehehe….seriously though - we have a pimp scanner that works like ass with the Mac, so we want to get rid of it….

After drunken Karoke on Friday night (more on that a little later), we recovered only to go to a party. Leslie is an art adjunct a Rollins. She taught my very first class - Art 101. I love her personality, and her irreverent nature, and that she didn’t take things so seriously but she still made you understand the gravity and brilliance of art. She likes to teach barefoot and mock the saints. But, I remember so much about the art and I think that is due to her teaching style. Over the years, we’ve become friends. When I got an invitation to her Spring gathering, I thought it was a party for her students. I checked the e-mail list and recognized a name or two. I thought the rest of the people were her new students, ones have taken her since I was in her last class. D and I were about an hour late. I had to finish cleaning my living room. We bought some wine and headed over to her houes. I was shocked when I stepped into the living room. Screaming kids - gobs of them - raced through the kitchen, onto the front porch and out the back door. Then I saw the adults. I didn’t recognize anyone. Her Spring gathering was not for her students, but for her friends. At first I was apprehensive. What in the hell do I have in common with middle aged mothers and members of her book club. But, as always, D and I made friends with the guy who likes video games. He is the father of two little girls and lives within walking distance from us. We geeked out, talked about games and living in our neighborhood and the trails and tribulations of the hurricane. Then I got into a discussion with another Rollins adjunct (I forgot her name…I’m so bad with names). D and I were some of the last ones to leave, but I had a wonderful time. Leslie made lots of veggie food and even took the time to cut the veggie stuff on a different cutting board, so as to keep it free of meat-taint. It’s wierd to transition from a student to a friend, but I am so glad we went. The only bad thing — she gave us a ginormous bottle of wine when we left, which we finished in our living room. Bad idea. We just don’t know how to say no. It was fun though.

D and I watched Superman Returns last night. It kind of sucked. The pacing felt off, lagged at some points and rushed through on others. The guy who played Superman looked the part, and I enjoyed his performance. Parker Posey and Kevin Spacey also did well. Elements of the film really worked for me, but it didn’t seem to fit together cohesively. It was good popcorn fare, but far from my favorite.

We went to Big Daddy’s on Friday to celebrate my admittance to grad school. Ginny and Amanda met us there, and Jenny and Heather joined the fray. I found it hilarious that Heather and Amanda have such horrid taste in music. They love 80’s rock. It’s just scary. The conversation went from make up to moving to graduation and back to booze. I had such a lovely time, and I sang again. Someone should really stop me. My voice sounds like a screaming cat trying to sing opera. Yeah, good stuff. But the beers were lovely. I tried a new beer: Spring Heat (doesn’t that sound like a porno name?) We bebopped to the music, marveled at the good singers (there were more than a few) and laughed and loved that tiny guy that sings “My Way” every Friday night. I can’t even begin to explain how adorable he is.
What in the hell is up with this weather? It’s cold and rainy today — the high is 62. Did someone forget to tell the Elements that it is spring? Not that I mind. I love this stuff, but I started to put away my warmer clothes and then had to pull them back out again.

So, that’s it for me. I’m planning my trip to PA in June, and trying to find a good cheap flight. I am going to rent a car while I am up there. That means I will get lost. I hate getting lost. I get lost everywhere. I need a personal navigator, and I am soooooooo not kidding. After talking with a few people, I realized that I didn’t explain the Seton Hill thing properly. It’s a low-residancy program, which means that I fly up to the school once a year - for a week, and the rest of my studies are online. It’s the perfect blend of face-time and distance. I think it’s going to rock.

And now I have to listen to my geeky podcasts and run a report. I wish I was on vacation.

Now you can lick Vader’s backside! How exciting!

I crack myself up.

Watch and weep!

Honestly, one of these made me get a little misty.