Thursday, November 12    

What the hell happened?
My mom never let me play with guns -- not that I ever wanted to, as I was primarily a Barbie/paper doll/let-me-read-my-damn-book kind of kid. Apparently, I'm enjoying my second, alternate childhood currently, because I am playing more and more XBox. And now I'm playing the boy games. (I started out all innocent-like with Rock Band and the Lego series.) J.R. bought Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 last night, with the idea that we could play on campaign together the way we did with Halo. Unfortunately, the campaign is solo only -- the multiplayer function is a little different, and since neither of us had played Call of Duty before, we didn't want to jump into it. Needless to say, we were a bit frustrated. And then, J.R. went to sleep early (he's a working man), and I ended up staying up far later than I should have, figuring out how to play the damn game. And now I'm hooked. Does this officially make me a gamer? I doubt it, but I do know how to use my fake sniper rifle now.

  posted @ 8:18 PM |

Monday, November 9    

Everything old is new again
It just occurred to me today as I was lugging my reusable grocery bags into the store (and feeling righteous about remembering them), that my mother used to do this very thing. And it would embarrass the hell out of me when I was kid, because nobody else did it then. She was the only one with canvas totes and expandable string bags, and when she gave them to the bagger, who inevitably looked at her like "What the hell are these, lady?" (unless we were at the health-food store), I used to slink away and pretend to be looking at something in another aisle. My mom was totally ahead of her time -- and she didn't even say "I told you so" when she gave me a Red Sox resuable bag last Christmas.

  posted @ 2:35 PM |

Wednesday, November 4    

Strangely satisfying
When one is between jobs, the little things become more important. Like a clean bathroom, for instance. Sure, most of the time I do my due diligence with the toilet cleaner and a few swipes around the sink, but every now and then I really look around (usually when I'm lounging in the tub), and I think: My bathroom is fucking disgusting. Really, all bathrooms are, but it's at times like these that you put on your oldest clothes, roll up your pants, gather all your cleaning supplies together, and attack that bathroom like a conquering warrior. There will be no dirt here! No mysterious mildew on my windowsill! I will eradicate soap scum for all mankind (or at least the master bath). It took me a few hours (and a few million scrubbing bubbles), but my bathroom is now pristine. Sure, it'll be dirty by tomorrow, but after all, tomorrow is another day.

  posted @ 4:58 PM |

Friday, October 30    

This is my life
J.R. keeps repeating "Knock, knock," despite my continued refusal to answer with anything other than "buttface." I went to the store today to buy the new smooth stovetop cleaner, and then I used it (and it was awesome). Then I scraped out pumpkin guts. And now I've decided to try and finish reading War and Peace because what says fall more than a 1074-page Russian novel? I ask you.

  posted @ 7:52 PM |

Wednesday, October 28    

Not so creatively inclined
Erin over at Snarke.net named me one of her Kreativ bloggers, which was totally sweet since I haven't actually felt very creative lately. Particularly this week, since J.R. and Max are sick -- which means lots of soup and tissues and Advil -- and this sickness hath descended merely a week or so after the last bout wherein J.R. and Sam were sick. I'm feeling a little at-risk here, people, because even though my immune system rocks the house, how many times? How many times can I fend off the funk? I'm hoping at least one more time, because I really don't want to get the flu. Also, my blogging would certainly grind to an ignominious halt and Erin would retract my award, and then I'd cry. I'm supposed to do a bunch of things (like tell you seven things you don't know about me (can't even think of one, as I share far too much) and name seven other bloggers), but I've got cough syrup to dispense, people.

  posted @ 2:48 PM |

Friday, October 23    

The geek is everywhere
Last night, J.R. and I went to a Windows 7 launch party. Now, to be fair, it was a party mocking the notion of a Windows 7 launch party, but still. I did make out with some swag (I'll be the chick at the grocery store loading my veggies into a Win7 bag), and we had a hilarious time watching Hitler's reaction to the idea. It turns out, whilst innocently making old-fashioned gingerbread to bring to the party, I discovered that what I was actually making was a Windows 7 launch cake. I'm telling you, people, if I had had some frosting in the house, I could have made something truly special. Alas, I did not, so I went with a powered sugar sprinkle on top, which I think looks classy, don't you?

  posted @ 11:33 AM |

Wednesday, October 21    

Nothing makes you feel old like 2002
I got back on the treadmill horse today, and I chose Carrie Bradshaw to accompany me. Since J.R. bestowed the box set on me, I've inched my way up to the fourth season, and whilst I sweated it out on the incline, Carrie and friends celebrated her 35th birthday. And I thought, "Two years, that's me." And then I realized, no, actually, that's more like one year and a month or two. Fuck. And while I realize that's not old (every conversation I have with my mother reminds me that I'm young and need to take care of my knees), it is, in fact, another year gone by. And sometimes it feels like I've just been standing still.

  posted @ 11:54 PM |

Sunday, October 18    

Good evening
Last night, we spent an awesome night with Kevin Smith. Sure, me and J.R. and 2,000 other people, but it was close, people. Intimate like. We expected the funny -- we've seen all three Evening DVDs -- but we were a little surprised by the real stuff, you know, talking about the shit that makes our lives what they are, our disappointments, our hopes, Wayne Gretzky. He even kinda made me want to watch hockey. Okay, not really. I can't wait until he comes back next year. When do tickets go on sale?

  posted @ 12:30 PM |

Wednesday, October 14    

Musical theater
Last night, we went to see John Wesley Harding at the Triple Door. You know I love a man with a guitar, which is exactly what this was, making it a bit of a change from the last time I saw Harding with his whole cabinet. Bygones. The setlist was magnificent, the guitar-playing stunning (how does he goes so fast? and make it sound so good?), and the food most excellent. Plus, we were seated in a booth right in the front, which was cool except that I felt bad whenever I was eating while he was singing (which was often, because did I mention how good the food was?). Also, Jon Auer sat behind us, which pleased J.R. no end. (He promptly went on Twitter and followed him. That's okay, because I promptly followed Harding.) All in all, a wonderful evening. Plus, I scored two CDs, one all signed and shit. Sweet.

  posted @ 11:23 AM |

Friday, October 9    

Pretty, pretty

My new toy.

  posted @ 2:46 PM |