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Pretty
Just 'cuz I liked it so.
posted @ 10:39 PM |
Say it ain't so
Me: You don't wear your bra outside your clothes. You're not Madonna.
11-year-old girl: Who's Madonna?
Oh, lord.
posted @ 7:42 AM |
A regular
With the heat here in Seattle the last few days, J.R. and I haven't felt like cooking. Yet I'm trying, again, to get on the wagon and stay there, so I don't want to eat out. Thusly, Panera. I'm currently infatuated with their turkey chickpea chili, especially accompanied by a half Greek salad (no olives, no peppers -- and, if I didn't take pity on the poor checkout girl, half the feta). One lazy night led to another, and we'd managed to hit Panera three nights running. We skip a night, and then we're back the next night, with the kids this time. At first, sweet, slightly clueless cashier doesn't recognize us, but once I hit her with the "no olives, no peppers," it all comes back. We joke that we need frequent flier miles, and she's just happy to get us out of there before I ask for something else weird that she doesn't know how to type in.
It's cold and raining today, and we didn't go to Panera. But, man, it was a perfect night for chili.
posted @ 7:42 PM |
I'm going to need a longer commute
While I was in Boston, I made time for a trip to Newbury Comics, where all music lovers go to worship (also where those who love their pint glasses go to load up). I'm a proud recipient of the Newbury Comics e-newsletter, and a few weeks ago, they alerted me to a new disk from some chick named Antje Duvekot, which of course I couldn't find anywhere around here. I picked up Snapshots in Boston, and I love it. I've always been a sucker for a girl with a guitar, and that hasn't changed. Great lyrics, great sound. My favorite (for right now) is Merry-Go-Round.
I also discovered the latest from Kris Delmhorst there, and while I like it, too, it's a departure from her earlier sound, which I loved. All in all, a lot of good music, and I just need to find more time to listen to it.
posted @ 10:28 PM |
Also
All my Ohio pictures are up now. I know y'all were anxiously waiting. I particularly enjoy where J.R. illustrates how tall corn should be and when Gracie hams it up.
posted @ 9:24 PM |
Dark knight of the soul is real
We finally saw The Dark Knight last night, and it was as good as promised. I've pretty much loved Christian Bale since I was 16, so he can do no wrong in my book (though he didn't really have to act too much in this one). Heath was as creepy and disturbing as possible, and damn! it's still hard to believe he's gone. The major miscasting for me was Maggie Gyllenhaal as Rachel. Not that I was a huge fan of Katie Holmes, but Maggie is just ... wrong for this part. She's not beautiful, though I think she's very attractive in a unique way, and she never really connected with Batman or Harvey -- or me for that matter. I wasn't sad when her storyline ended -- and Batman didn't seem that upset, either.
posted @ 8:14 PM |
Bookish
You gotta love me: One minute I'm googling lists of the 100 best novels of all time to see what I should read next -- Madame Bovary, Catch-22, For Whom the Bell Tolls (though it's fairly unlikely I'll start with Hemingway). And then, next thing you know, GoodReads informs me that a friend just read and liked these Anne Stuart novels, and I'm off like a shot to investigate trashy romances (which I love). At least you can't call me a snob. Well, you could, but who the hell asked you anyway? I'm trying to be good and compile a list of books to look for when we go to Powell's later this month, but it's going to be hard to resist the temptation to hit B&N tonight.
posted @ 5:39 PM |
This is what happens when you sit in a metal tube for six hours
It’s somewhat disturbing how much I take cross-country flights in stride these days. Not that I don’t still have my moments of “ohgodohgodohgod” during turbulence, but I’m definitely in the expert traveler lane these days. The ubiquitous babies don’t even faze me anymore, and I thought I’d gotten used to the shared TV-watching experience on JetBlue, but I was wrong. Red Sox game on ESPN on a Boston to Seattle flight? Everyone is on the same channel. Pats? Ditto. But I was caught off guard when the plane erupted in various cheers when the one of the members of the US men’s gymnastics team stuck his landing. It was kind of awesome.
And, as the flight wore on and the Olympics wore off, it occurred to me: How do I know that I’m really flying? I mean, this plane looks like a damn movie set. I could be sitting in some weird fake plane for six hours when really they zapped me across the country in six seconds. What if it’s all some great conspiracy with the oil bastards to continue to charge me ridiculous amounts of money? I’m just saying.
posted @ 12:52 PM |
Oh, say can you see
Thoughts upon the close-up of Michael Phelps during his first medal ceremony of the '08 games: I'm not going to cry. I'm not going to cry. I know they are right on my face right now, and I'm not going to cry. Not even when they play the national anthem. I got a bunch of these four years ago, this is old hat. I'm not going to cry. Okay, it's still pretty cool.
I love the Olympics.
posted @ 7:44 PM |
Good times
We went to the Reds game last night, and like every single other time I have gone to a Reds game, the damn home team lost. Seriously, I know they're not that great a team overall, but not once? I'm beginning to think it's me. Bygones. It was Ladies Night, which means I got a free hat, and later on, free Dove chocolate. Apparently, there were some massages, too, but I was too busy watching the Reds lose.
posted @ 8:36 PM |
Snapshots
We drove through the Ohio countryside to go to a cookout at my dad's place at the lake. Lots of pretty corn, cute shops, barns, the usual. On the way back, we saw matching Speedways on opposite sides of the street -- but only one was open. What does that mean? I don't know.
posted @ 9:01 PM |
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