dreamt

how do you feel about ufos? i mean how to do you REALLY feel? cause i can be all cocky in the daytime and say, sure - there's aliens, someone is listening to us, etc. etc. but when i am sitting out on my stoop with my sister drinking some pinot noir, contemplating life into the night - and a sudden flash high above our heads comes out of nowhere to blind us....ah, yeah - i told jesus that i'm a mere mortal - go somewhere else to come back from heaven cause i can't handle it. and now i have to email belinda jensen b/c i am certain if anyone else saw it, they are emailing her too. wtf man.

over and out.

globetrotter

i used to think that i'd type here and then eventually reveal it to everyone, but i second guess that when i consider bitching about work or detailing how i sometimes stalk people. but we'll keep those things on the downlow for awhile longer. whilst i decide what becomes of this.

last october we got a hotel room with our friend sam, got drunk, went to a yonder mountain string band show at first avenue and somewhere along the way, someone smashed my left big toe. it's june now and it's still not fully grown out. what does that mean? am i deficient of something? you'da thunk it would've been long gone in 8 months. i mean christ, i could probably bring a child to term faster than my toenails grow. is that strange?

steve talked about gravity today. how his wife wasn't buying it - that people in australia are actually standing upside down. i love it! p.s. everyone needs a globe at their house. my coworker was in china recently and his young daugther was like, "how far away were you, daddy? like where gramma and grampa live (madison)?" again, only a globe could explain.

pete's watching men in black II. now men in black, that is a kick ass movie. i think we've discussed this before....anyway, sequel? i'm in here if that says anything about my interest level. alas, the couch is calling my ass. and my ass is really obideient. except about the part where it doesn't gather fat on it.

riiiiiight

yeah - so i have this blog and i never write in it. here's the deal: i love to write. i really really do. i never thought i'd be interested in fiction, but i took a writing class at the loft and really got some ideas flowing. but i haven't sat at my desk for some time now. usually i imagine that i'll write a book like high tide in tucson or one of david sedaris' books so i am always jotting down ideas and typing up little quips. what i SHOULD be doing is typing them in here. but ya see....the thing is....i hate sitting in front of a computer at home. sure i surf the web, look up recipes and check facebook a few nights/week...but holy crimony. i sit in front of this sterilizer (two under my desk actually. and about to be three if steve can't find my fucking buildmachine a different home) all day. i get up once in awhile to get some tea of scrounge in the fridge for my yogurt...but for the most part i am typing, surfing, clicking and staring at a monitor all day long. over it. i get home and i'd rather be in the garden, tromping around outside, filling birdfeeders and whatnot. or just inside stuff that doesn't include sitting at this thing all evening too.

i read somewhere that it was pretty obvious in bladerunner that computers were over with. they served their purpose and had moved into small tools so they were no long prominent. that day will be interesting.

a dude i know wants one thing. he thinks there should be one thing that does it all. plays his cds, projects movies onto his wall, tells him the rules to his favorite card game, stores his photos etc. etc. and so on and so forth. i like it. i say go for it bill gates. but he never would. there is $ in lots of things that break quickly. there's no money in a one thing that costs a lot. people get em, they last, no turnaround.

everything comes back to the consumer, doesn't it. sad.

anyway, i missed april - but i'll get better. i actually have a few drafts that never make the PUBLISH. i'll look into them and if they are worthy, i'll get em up asap. over and out. time to pack for our trip to grand rapids. i love it up there. no computers and i am pretty sure my cell phone doesn't work. hopefully.

blockbusters

movies are back in my life. did i tell you that pete signed up for netflix? it was quite a coup d'etat in this house b/c we've pretty much avoided movies for the last decade. i don't know if we are picky exactly - but we, well yeah, i guess we are really picky. i need to be entertained and if i'm not it's kind of a like a personal affront to my intelligence and the value of my time. like batman begins. omg did i hate that movie. hated it! joker was interesting sure - but the movie? 70 minutes too long. and we just watched mystic river on friday. i think i missed something b/c sean penn wasn't that great. sorry. but he wasn't. tim robbins - awesome. murder story, interesting. rest of the characters - snoresville and not believable. marcia gay harden is good but bacon? his estranged wife? what? i was over it 10 minutes in.



so what's so special about movies being back in my life? nothing.

oh for christ's sake. this is hilarious! i almost (almost) forgot i even had this little diddy going. i think my goal was one post per month. i hate goals. i'd rather just be pleasantly surprised with a mild level of success - which is to say, low expectations don't leave you disappointed. i know, sad. but i always have a smile on my face so it can't be all-bad.

we just got back from a radical trip to Big Sky Country. holy smokes was it great. pete likes to push me and prod me to be faster and better, but i just like to roll down the hill, gain some speed, take a fast turn and enjoy the ride. i think he could snowboard every day of his life. we've got to get that boy back to the mountains.

in the meantime, did i say, "holy fuck it's hard to get back into the swing of things" yet? cause it is. my body rejected my computer desk like a bad organ. a cirrhosified liver. it wasn't pretty. i almost cracked some skulls on tuesday. but today went more smoothlyer. i was actually able to laugh about the poop water dripping from the flooded boy-toilet upstairs. if you can't laugh at poop water, you have problems. unless of course you are the poor soul who has to clean it up. god bless 'em.

and in the spirit of trying to be excited again about work, let's talk about the fact that we recycle now! i don't have to wake up nights devising new ways to make our office manager feel bad about not recycling. not that i put in that much effort. mostly i just got pissed about it but kept it to myself. oh here and there i'd drop clues...but i think it took a few more employees dropping their jaws at our past practices to finally wake 'em up. i think it's working out well if only b/c i see all the cardboard taken away for recycling instead of hauled to the dump. i didn't know people didn't know about recycling. my dad has been recycling since i was born. it's hard to teach something that wasn't learned. is that true?

i think it might be. things that are just so engrained in you - i mean i've not thought about what is recyclable for ages. i just know. why can't you recycle ziplocs in your weekly recycling? i don't know - you just can't. i am going to think of other things i live daily and should be able to explain better.

yeah right, i'll be back in three months - laughing my ass off at the november posting but grimacing again at september and october. tschus!

It's snowing! It's finally snowing! We've been living in this pleasant-but-creepy mid-forties universe for some time now and I wasn't going to say anything because that would surely bring negative 40 degree wind chills come January. So I was just enjoying the light jacket and gloves weather while I could, all the while feeling quite certain it is the product of all of those aerosol hairspray cans my sisters used in the 90s.

And now that Halloween and Thanksgiving have passed, it's time to pull out the green & red bins kiddies! I haven't yet fully embraced the concept of Christmas decor. I have a nativity scene from my step-mom that I really like. And the first Christmas after we moved into our house I did the post-holiday scrounge at Target and came out with quite a few items. Of which two I use and thirty I have yet to use. But this year feels a little different. I might just hang those lights and shoot, maybe we'll even get a Charlie Brown tree this year. Yes, after a few Scrooge McDuck years, I think the holly and jolly is rising from the ashes this holiday season.

Perhaps it is the rekindled peace between me and Pete. Or perhaps it's just this snowy Sunday morning.

Take 2

it's been awhile. i think i've been outside mostly. did you see the wps (white people shit) website yet? http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/
steven sent me the ones that really apply to me - like making him feel bad about not going outside, recycling, and pretending to like soccer! i will admit, they are hilarious. i just went there to get that link and it was on peacoats. nailed. tears are coming out of my eyes. whew.

so i guess i have to kind of topicize these postings. i have a lot on my mind lately ranging from the possible phrase "president palin" to planting garlic to agnosticism. where to begin? and that is always my out to go outside. but it's dark and raining so i'll probably just find out who killed the electric car and get back to you on it.