More than meets the I

So ... I'm 26.

Well, not until 9:28pm tonight, if you want to get really technical.

My supercoolestbestboyfriendintheworldEVER got me an iPod last night, a sexy black one that holds every piece of music I've ever dreamed of with room for more. I love you, Cliffle! You were my favorite before the iPod, but I'm still pretty damn happy. :) And the girls I work with pooled and got me a purse. They got me this purse out of pure spite, I believe, because they're always talking about "look at this new Coach purse I got! Only $8,699! It holds two Tic Tacs and a moist towelette!" and my response is invariably "what the hell is up with the purse thing?" But, in their defense, this one does hold my giant keychain, whereas my last didn't. And it IS cute (and NOT Coach, thankfully). No, I am not joining the ranks of the handbaggers. I will wear this one to death like I do all my purses and then go find whatever's on sale at Target next. I like being low maintenance. :)

The super weekend o' fun begins today, with Justin coming in on his (delayed) flight in another hour or so, and Heidi and Justin #2 arriving tomorrow morning. Ramen! Ice cream! Beach! Boardwalk! Video games! Apples to Apples! Hugs! Pictures! Superhappyfuntime!

Wish me luck! ;-)

Pick a random number on this site.

Seriously, go do it; it takes a couple of seconds. Follow all instructions. I'm interested in how it turns out. ;-)

Now I'm going to go down some tea and go to bed, because I REFUSE to be sick for my birthday weekend.

It occurred to me the other day that there were no females in my childhood.

No, not real females, silly. Cartoon females, of course! Well, I had She-Ra, with a whole lineup of dolls and accoutrements, and Sailor Moon, and Jem and the Holograms, but that was it. Okay, that's a lot, but I'm thinking specifically of Warner Bros. now, because that made up most of my Saturday morning entertainment. Think about this with me for a second. I can't think of a main Warner Bros. figure that was female -- Bugs Bunny in drag doesn't count -- unti Babs Bunny showed up in what, '91? I could be having a brain fart and please feel free to point it out if this is the case.

And what about cereal icons? Not a female one in the lot. No Tina the Tiger, no Toucan Samantha, no Snap-Crackle-Popette. I suppose the sex of that creepy Honey Comb thing was indeterminable; even if Honey Comb were tasty I would avoid it just in fear of that weird ball of fuzz. Honestly, it reminded me of the Langoliers in that crappy made-for-TV version that contained an already has-beened Bronson Pinchot. Where the hell was I? Yes, there were no feminine cereal mascots. Is this subtle sexism at work? Is General Mills saying that only something as masculine as Corn Flakes is tough enough to stand up to milk and say "Back away, foul mucousy substance, for my crispy might will prevail!" Though we all know the milk wins in the end. Sigh.

I think we need to change the sexism of our cereal aisles at the store. Who knows what damage it's doing to poor, impressionable young minds? I demand a Comtesse de Chocula and Julia Child on the front of the Cinnamon Toast Crunch box. Let's haul Wilma and Betty out and give them amusing Pebble-themed dialogue. Let's hear it for Ship's Whore Crunch! Are you with me?!

'Course, maybe the problem with all of this is that the women would just say "fuck this cereal; let's go get some Häagen-Dazs." Man, Kellogg's though of everything.

If you even still read this thing; hello dear, I love you, and I hope you feel better soon.


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I hurt myself. I don't know how. I've had a sore hip for over a month now. One day, I just woke up and my leg hurt. I ignored it for almost a month, thinking it would go away, but despite all the stretching, hot showers, Advil, wishing, hoping, and invoking most any god I could think of, the hurting persisted. I finally gave in and started seeing a chiropractor. Turns out I carry tension in my gluteus medius -- who knew? And now, NOW, it's ... worse! Well, that's unfair; it's slightly better now, but when I first went it got a lot worse instead of better. Then I learned I was supposed to be putting ice on the damn thing. *sigh* Now I look all sorts of athletic, since I have kinesthetic tape covering my leg and am planting my ass on ice half the time.

The strange thing is, it gets better when I dance (cause hells naw I ain't lettin some damn "leg injury" get in the way of my favorite activity) and worse when I am still for some length of time. Perhaps this makes sense to people who have had bizarre sciatic trouble before? What it means to me is, I feel fine all during the day, but then I go to sleep, and around roughly 1:45am I wake up in severe pain and have to get up and do some leg lifts before I go back to sleep. ('Cept I don't.) This part sucks especially.

But screw all this, it's gonna be 100% better within two weeks, cause I got some performing to do for all of my favorite people who are coming in for my birthday. And I don't want to have to gimpily perform a belly dance with only the right half of my body. Please send good vibes to the Gluteus Medius, c/o Jeannette's Ass, Mountain View, CA. The side with the tattoo. I'll be waiting. :)

Discovered these guys ("Flight of the Conchords") through Heidi a while back, and thought I'd share the love. Ah, YouTube, what did we do before you blessed us with your presence?

Enjoy!

I am a deplorable 50s housewife.

I can't sew! I can't sew for shit. I can't hem my pants (I buy them as short as I can and then just tread on the heels until they are nothing but fuzzy clumps of threads), I can't sew on buttons; hell, I don't even own an iron. This is, for the first time in my life, proving to be a nuisance.

I purchased a bra and belt set from my teacher. It's blue with some dangly coins and bits hanging off of it. I currently don't have anything to wear with it should I wish to perform in it. As such, I have been looking for the simplest of white chiffon skirts, with a veil if possible. In every belly dance store near me. On every website I can track down. NO ONE HAS A REASONABLY PRICED SIMPLE WHITE SKIRT ANYWHERE. What is the deal? I found one that was stylistically very similar to what I want, and it seems like it would be the easiest thing in the world to DIY -- that is, if you know the rudiments of sewing, which I don't. I've been trying to hunt down a sewing machine, in the hopes that I could stab my way through the learning curve like I did with crocheting (and I'll have you know I can crochet some damn nice rectangles these days, thank you very much!). However, sewing is a bit more difficult to just bulldoze through, as I'm learning. *sigh*

I suppose I should have paid more attention to the Easy Bake Sewing Machine (or whatever it was actually called) that I got as a kid. Or else in my Home Ec class in middle school, where I vaguely remember sewing a cow pillow, and deciding that one loooooong stitch across half the cow was much easier than embroidering the line like I was supposed to. Or in my Independent Living class that I was forced to take to fill some silly requirement in high school. Or to my old friend Jessie's mother as she made Wynter a custom-fit floor-length coat. (I was pretty jealous of that thing.)

I suppose I'm not that bad of a 50s housewife -- I cook a mean batch of spaghetti, and I do keep the place fairly spic n' span. Sometimes. Also, I rarely wear shoes at home. :) But I am frustrated at my utter lack of knowledge on something that would be so useful. Gotta get on that.

Best quote of the day:

Player 1: Of "masseur" and "masseuse," which one is the woman?
Player 2: Well, the one with the S is the woman.
Player 1: Okay.
Player 2: And the one with the R is the one that hangs from the ceiling.

I find it interesting that the smallest/most trivial things I write will set off a flurry of commentary, and yet when I specificallly request responses I almost never get them.

Just amused. :)

Whatcha think?

I like it because of its clean lines and peaceful feel. All my links are still there, but now they're all the way at the bottom of the page. That's a bit weird, and one day I'll learn more HTML and rearrange this to be a two-column layout again, but for now all I know how to do is remove all the damn ads that were on here. Suffice it to say that the original layout came from Gecko and Fly, and that's all I'll say about it. (I did leave them in the footer. Don't say I don't give credit where credit is due.)

I might fiddle with this a bit more over the next few days but I think I like it. Are y'all annoyed that the links aren't off immediately to the side anymore? Does it matter? Feedback appreciated.

Anyway, I've messed around with the HTML enough, and I'm going to head for bed and hope I don't sleep wrong again. (I somehow managed to screw up my left arm and my neck, on top of a pelvis that was already out of whack, all in a night. Hooray!) G'night everybody.

How to fake being a geek.

For those of you not cool enough to fall into the real category like moi, of course. I'm looking at you here, Vince, you with your fake glasses and your Mario DDR.



(All right, you caught me, I'm totally jealous of the Mario DDR.) :-D

I turn 26 in less than a month.

All issues with barrelling toward 30 aside, this year looks like it's shaping up to be one of the best birthdays ever. My good friend Justin is flying out for that weekend (and his birthday is the day after mine, which means double the celebration). Heidi will be here by then ("here" = Fresno, which is two hours away, but she has promised to head up to Mtn View for the birthday shindiggery), despite some harrowing issues with her move.

-- side note -- Do not go with Budget for all your moving needs. It pains me to say this, as I've always had excellent experiences with them, but after hearing Heidi's tales of horror I am terrified to go near them again. Suffice it to say that if anything goes wrong they are quite the opposite of helpful. Poor Heidi.

Anyway, what this all boils down to is that my birthday present is looking like it's going to be a large percentage of my favorite people in the world in the same room at once, and nothing would make me happier. It's so tough to get everyone together, considering the time-released diaspora from Phoenix we all experienced, so I am tickled to death that it looks like it's all going to come together. Oh, the good times will be had by all! We're gonna hit the beach and paint San Francisco pink and everything in between! Hot damn I'm so excited. Everything is wonderful.