Thursday, August 31, 2006
.....get nervous....get nervous....get nervous..... (may as well keep Pat Benatar in all my posts from now on, eh?).
So - am I losing my job today?
Yes, I bet that comes as a shock to everyone. Present company included. It remains to be seen, but odds are there is something in the wind. Majorly.
I basically have two bosses. Technically I only have one. I work for a department headed by a physician - he is not my boss, though he thinks he is and which I have much more contact with him than my actual boss. I actually report to someone who works in 'the division'. My job is to make sure the department runs the way the division and organization want - while trying to appease the clinical staff.
So the secretary for my 'real' boss calls me yesterday afternoon to schedule me for a 2p today. No - she says she doesn't know the topic. The boss doesn't answer my emails asking what the meeting is about. All ignored.
I should mention that the division is going through some reorganization. The talk has always been how to restructure administratively. Discussions all over the board about how we won't have traditional reporting structures to there won't be any significant changes.
My doc (boss) really wanted to talk to me right before I left yesterday. That is his M.O., so I'd normally think little of it. But coupled w/the unexpected meeting w/no topic w/my boss-boss, my back was up. My instincts were good. Turns out there will be an administrative reshuffling that he is not liking it all. He's the kind of guy who could care less if it doesn't affect him - so if he's not liking, it means this reshuffling will. I did ask him outright if I was being fired - and the answer was 'no'. But keep in mind - he's not truly my boss.
Any movement cannot be based on performance - as in my 10.75 yrs here, all my evaluations have fully met or exceeded expectations. So, I don't know how exactly they'd base this. I've been here longer than some others, though not in this position. But I'm also not the lowest man on the totem pole in this position.
I could be going worse-case scenario. That is my nature. If they wanted me gone-gone, they'd have just shown me the door - right? I mean, that's how I've done it. Or since it's budget season will they tell me my position has an end-date - like when budget is done, APRs are done etc?
As you can imagine, last night was not a good one for me...and today will drag on for-fucking-ever. I have never been fired or downsized - so I'm slightly queasy. It's just the uneasiness of not knowing, I guess. That and the possibility of having two people in a household who are looking for employment.
Ironically, I've been interviewing for a job w/in the organization that I really want. Now it turns out I might really need it.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
As I was flipping through channels the other day (and btw....how about a shout-out to whomever invented the remote! I haven't seen a commercial in 13 yrs!!!) I came across a video for a band I had never heard of or seen. I don't remember which channel I saw it on - but rest assured it couldn't have been MTV.
I have to say, the song is ok....at best. But the video was great. Let's face it - there has been nothing new in music video when Pat Benatar chose to shake her little pine cones in "Love is a Battlefield".
Robert Longo's video for New Order's "Bizarre Love Triangle" w/the complete acting nonsequiter in the middle was a highlight for me. Que asian woman and caucasian man w/caucasian woman looking on:
"I don't believe in reincarnation, because I refuse to come back as a bug or a rabbit!!"
"You know - you're a real UP person!"
I know that Fatboy Slim's video w/Christopher Walken is supposed to be this great great video and it was amusing, but I'm loving the OK GO's video for "Here it Goes Again"*.
I don't care if they taped it at an extremely slow speed and sped it up for effect. Though I don't know that they did. Either way, it's great. And for the life of me I cannot see/find an edit. You really have to watch the entire thing. Enjoy.
* By clicking on the OK GO link you can see a slightly better resolution of the video. I just couldn't embed it from there.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
JESSICA SIMPSON ORDERED TO REST HER VOICE
NEW YORK (AP) -- Talk about bad timing. At the start of a media blitz to support her new album, "A Public Affair," Jessica Simpson is on vocal rest.
"It is true that she has indeed lost her voice," Simpson's publicist, Rob Shuter, told The Associated Press on Tuesday. "She's been ordered to rest. ... She can talk, she can croak out a few sentences. She sounds a little off, but, you know, she can't sing."
One of my sisters got a miniature australian sheepdog. Isn't he cute? His name is Boomer. These pics are from a few weeks back and though I haven't seen him since, I understand he's in an "awkward" phase. Welcome to the club, Boomer!
Even two weeks prior to these pics his legs weren't nearly as long, nor did he has his snout. I hear he is growing out of his puppy fur, but not quite into the fur he'll have. Tricia says he currently just looks a little 'sad' (not downbeat - just pathetic).
But he loves his Uncle Blobby - and really - what more can you ask for?
I guess the other Boomer (and Morty is about to be disappointed to whom I do not reference) is a friend of a friend: Michael Beaumier (yes, who goes by Boomer). Todd (whom I cannot link to here for sooooo many reasons) used to date Boomer whom I think I met once in Chicago. It's all a blur.
Anyhoo.....Boomer, the man, has a book coming out today. I can't recommend it. I cannot not recommend it. I haven't seen it or read it. Apparently it is based largely on his experience as editor of the personal section of the Chicago Reader. Along with his personal relationship and family experiences. (the italicized portion is paraphrased from an email I received from Todd.)
I also seemed to have missed that Boomer, the man, was on This American Life in the last week or two.
Becky - exactly how are you parlaying your way onto Ira Glass' show when your book comes out???
Monday, August 28, 2006
As g-d is my witness, if the Thompsons (who sold us this house) ever come w/in 5 miles of Ambler Hts, I will hunt them down and kill them.
Don't get me wrong - we love the house. And for the most part the downstairs (and main stairway) renovation is going better than expected. Everything seems to be on or ahead of schedule. Unheard of.
But take a look at this.The
I scraped glass w/a 5" razor blade for hours at a time. My knuckles are raw. My thumbs are sore. And yes, while multi-tasking, I put the razor blade into my knee. The silver lining is that it was a dull razor blade. I had been swapping them out every 4-5 panes of glass that had been completed. A newer one might have done more damage - but on the other hand, it might have cut more cleanly.
And this was the end result. Ok. Not the end - b/c clearly it's not completed. As each pane takes about 15-18 minutes (yes! I timed it!!), I have an hour or two worth of work to finish the inside.
Just the inside you ask? Yes - believe it or not, this picture was not taken at night, they actually painted both the inside and outside of each pane of glass. Multiple coats!!! on each side. Two things are seemingly clear - the Thompson's wanted privacy (though they didn't paint over any other windows!!) and they had never considered curtains/drapes.
We will eventually get the outside cleaned up, but are under the gun to make sure the inside is done before living room painting gets done.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
The "woman" who would have liked to have decided the 2000 presidential election (no.......Not Sandra Day O'Connor, who actually did!) is at it again. Rockery (not Jonas boss) her stupidity and antics will most likely get her nowhere this time.
While running for the Senate, Katherine Harris says not only did she believe that separation of church and state is "a lie" (which I'm guessing is true of many many many republicans), but she takes it a step further to include that the Founding Fathers also didn't have this intention. Trust me, under all that spackling, she could be 250 yrs old for all anyone knows. She migh have first hand knowledge of what discussions took place.
Of course there is much disagreement about any verbiage on church and state and in which articles/writings that might exist. Not unlike the 2nd amendment...............or the bible.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Denton found a comparison of gas prices in Cleveland to other states. Now, I don't know if you know this - but Cleveland is not a state. Really! It's true!!
So one can compare Cleveland gas prices w/any other U.S. state. Which he did. He chose Massachusetts (for Becca) and North Carolina (for Jon). He didn't pick Columbus (for Morty or Dith) well...b/c Columbus isn't a state.
Looking at the price variation, I'm reminded of a line from Airplane (as I so often do during everyday life). It is when Stryker's altitude fluctuates, first flying too high, then too low. And the guy watching the radar says - 'he's all over the place. What an asshole!'.
Friday, August 25, 2006
I'm not sure what possessed Denton to keep a note that David left us when we went to visit him and Jack in P-town in 1990. 16 yrs ago - almost to the day! So not only did he find it, he scanned it too.
This was the good old days before cellphones - and no way to reach us to relay he would not be at their house when we got there or what happened to him. So only the primitive, but tried and true communication method of pen and paper towel was available. We figured something was wrong upon arrival w/the bloody footprints going down the stairs. Had the Simpson/Goldman murder happened prior to this visit, I would have been listening for a dog barking in the night or looked for a bloody glove. But we knew nothing of Court TV or forensic science as we do now. What fools we had been!!!
The entire P-town thing was completely weird and showed that as Walt Disney said, it truly is a small world after all.
A few weeks prior to us going to Provincetown, my phone rings at 2:00 a.m. And yes, I answered. It's Morty. A very very drunk Morty. I know - you're shocked....but it's true. He, along with Pat and a few others were in P-town. And being...well....them....got a little too rambunctious a little too late at night (or the next morning as it turned out). The next door neighbor came over to complain. It turned out to be Jack. Jack who had never heard of nor met Morty. The word 'Columbus' must have been mentioned and the conversation must have deteriorated to get to the subject of me. Hilarity ensued. It seems, I am the world. I am the children. I do make a day better for you and me! Everyone was now bestest friends.
...though I don't know how that disturbing the peace thing played out.
(and note how I really mentioned nothing about our trip to P-town. and i think it shall remain that way. Denton? David? Jack? are we all on board w/that?)
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Yes, it's two years away, but I'm already dreading that fact that Cleveland might even have the slightest chance to host the 2008 GOP Convention (I was going to link to the GOP site, but I went there for the first time in my life. SCARY!!!!! I'd guess snuff/porn sites would be less frightening!!).
Two days ago when the GOP deciders came to town to see what we were alllll about, they were greeted at the airport by jugglers, clowns, bands - oh and the mayor. Our democratic mayor, from our democratic town. But really, why wouldn't the Republicans reward us w/this great event? I mean, we fuckin' handed them the 2004 election. Ok - Cleveland didn't, but Ohio did.
Though it would seem the right thing to do, if we bestowed the opportunity to host this shin-dig, I should probably stay to protest whatever dastardly deeds they do/have done. However, I'm more apt to plan my vacation around this debacle and get the hell out of Dodge.
To be honest, I haven't read that much about the sites they are looking at. For all intense purposes, we don't have a convention center. The convention/travel site lists things to do, eat, go, how to get - but no venue. I guess they'd have to use
Maybe we can rent the house out for that week or two. Not to republicans. Perhaps to media or some nicer moveon members. We could probably make two months worth of mortgage that way.
....and for the record, I'd choose death!
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
No - not of this space, though that is in the works too. This is of the house.
The house was either built in 1910 or 1920, depending on who you believe. The county says 1920. The research Denton has done at the Western Reserve Historical Society has the house listed in 1911 w/the list of residents.
The last owners lived in the house for 26 years - and while they clearly had money, it is questionable if they had taste. The hardwood floors were in pristine condition when we took ownership 15 mos ago. But a kitty getting sick on those floors stripped off patches of stain. There was no sealant on top of the stained wood, so they don't look quite so good currently. ...but the floors are another project.
The walls were another matter (let's not even discuss window treatments! - man that sounded queer!) When we were looking at the house, the first realtor told us how much they thought it would cost to do interior painting.....and no, I'm not telling you how much. But, I about choked! Unfortunately, she was correct. As we get assessments on rooms or floors, it adds up pretty quickly.
Painting is the easy aspect of the entire thing. The wallpaper removal is one. The skimming the plaster walls and ceilings is another. Then there is the trim. Lots and lots of trim. And windows w/multiple panes. Not the kind you can snap out. So costs go up exponentially.
We're doing what we can on our own, but that is turning out to be not a lot. Carpet (a runner going up the central hallway) removal? Not a problem. Wallpaper removal? Easy Peasy..... well.....at least in some areas. But some of the above stuff I know nothing about. I don't know how to plaster, let alone how to fix molding.
And let me tell you - some of the wallpaper was U-G-L-Y. I can't say we haven't grown accustomed to it, but it is not our style. Don't you people listen to Morty - it's not good. It's not even kitsch. It's F'UGLY (that's french, dontcha know). Or was. In a fit a few weeks ago, I started taking down the paper in the main entrance and stairwell. Then Denton jumped in - and it was amazing how quickly it all came down. It completely changed the look of the house.
Of course, then we realized that we really needed to do something about the bare bare walls. Ironically enough, this is of where we are little use. This whole queer/decorating thing doesn't work for me. We don't have that gene.
In the old house, we went with our gut and it worked ok. This house is more substantial and we wanted to take it back somewhat to its historic colours. ...but not in a fussy, late19th/early 20th century way. So we actually sought out a person who works w/these houses who knows what is and is not the correct thing to do. We still have to pick colours, and we are closer to it. We'd better be - as the the plaster guys started yesterday.
Our painter is saying it will take 2-3 weeks for prep to completion. Which is aggressive - or our last guy, who was nice and very thorough estimated 10 days for our bedroom and finished six weeks later. Oy.
To break it down - we are doing the main entrance/stairwell, the hall at the top of the stairs the living room and dining room. Oh - and the 1/2 bath. It sounds like a lot - and it is. But since each room flows into the, it kind of makes sense too. We'll do the sunroom another time.
It does look like the dining room will need to be wallpapered. The walls under the paper that existed before can be fixed, but it would take a lot more time and money. It just means now having to sort through however many books to find THE wallpaper.
Anyhoooo.......I know I didn't do it w/the bedroom, but I promise to post pics as we go along. Promise!
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
It's no secret that I pretty much loathe commercial radio. It's been dead for well over a decade. For all of Cleveland's self-proclaimed claim (can that be grammatically correct?) to fame of the origins of Rock N Roll, we have sucky radio stations. It's true. And do you know who has worse? Los Angeles! UGH.
You really can't blame the city location. Infinity and Clear Channel rule. The latter alone has a reported 73% market share of all rock radio stations in the U.S. - so whichever 29 songs they choose to put on their playlist, that's it. Done deal. Looking for something new and/or different, try a college station, if they actually broadcast anymore.
Whenever I do turn it on (and it's always in the car), I swear radio has gotten worse than the last time I listened. Who knew you'd long for the good old days just to hear "Mambo #5".
Maybe w/my next car Sirius or XM will be standard - but I'm fine listening to my own CDs or NPR. Then sometimes you don't even have to search out bad radio. Snippets of it comes to you. Thanks Internets!
And for this I mean, the complete lack o'talent, Jessica Simpson. Apparently she has a new song out that is apparently a rip off of Madonna's "Holiday". Someone was nice enough to lead me to a mash-up of the two songs. The note on the site reads:
Take a listen to a mash up of Madonna's "Holiday" and Jessica Simpson's latest single "Public Affair".
Regarding the mash up, there has been no manipulation in the speed or the key of either song. This is their original form.
So see where when ends and one begins (if you can). It's amusing b/c where radio might say they have nothing new to play (and this mash-up kind of backs them up on that), there is soooo much untapped music that never even gets its foot in the radio door.
So, it's just not radio that sucks. The songwriting that is suspect (at best). Though no one should let the performance (Simpson's) off the hook by any means.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Denton's parents and aunt stayed w/us this last weekend. It's nice to like and enjoy your in-laws. I think I mentioned this in May when we met them in West Virginia. But they had never stayed w/us before. We have the room - kind of. In theory we should have more bedrooms than we actually do (don't ask) and we're working on that, but Denton and I abandoned our room to sleep on the 3rd floor - on a futon. I'm tellin' ya, I felt like a Romanian au pair! I'll be happy to get back to our bed. Tovah will be happy to have us back to where we should all be during our designated times. Sadly, we are all that much creatures of habit.
Back to the site. Denton's family is firmly Democratic. I can't say that about mine. Except for Ade (who btw, still has no posts to her blog!), and sometimes my mother, I have more of a right-wing family than I care to admit. So when we visit w/any of Denton's family, it's a relief not fret when politics comes up in conversation.
Denton's aunt occasionally supplies us w/Dem doo-dads or better yet, anti-Shrub stuff, like the car decal you see up in this post. Of course, you can't have product w/out a website.
Actually, I hate adorning my car w/stickers - campaign or otherwise (Morty - wasn't it you who just scotch-taped your Lee Fisher sticker in the back of the Impala?), but I am seriously considering plastering this to be rear of Viggo Volvo.
The website is kind of fun - yet kind of depressing. Who the hell wants to see we still have 883 more days of this asshole in office? But the clock does count down, so there's the silver lining. And though I suppose he could have some unfortunate "accident" - that might be worse for us if Dick were in charge 'officially'.
Some truly viable democrats better appear for 2008.....and soon. As much I'd kind of enjoy it - I hate to say, I don't think it's Hillary.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
I didn't really have anything to post. But it's Sunday - which is typically my lowest volume of hits per week. Not that I should slack for the few....the faithful.
This picture was actually taken in November 2002. Denton and I went to a night time shuttle launch. A shuttle launch that never took off. Well, it did - just three weeks after it was scrubbed. It was also turned out to be the last shuttle launch before the ill-fated Columbia re-entry.
There isn't a definitive launch time for shuttle lift-off, but a window - usually a four hour window. But you have to be there a few hours prior to that existing window. You think disco naps are hard to work into a schedule? Try resting up for a visit to NASA at 4:00pm when the shuttle might not launch until 2:00am.
We ate the crappy dinner in the crappy space cafeteria, at only a cost of like $23 for two sammiches. We endured the IMAX film on the Space Station. Actually, it was ok except for the narrator, Tom Cruise (blech). We visited the overpriced gift shoppe that had absolutely nothing we wanted. But mostly we just sat and waited. And waited. And yet again, waited. We at least at the foresight to bring papers and magazines to read while we sat.
The PA system at the Kennedy Space Center is second only in clarity to the NYC subway system. So as we were boarding the trams to go out to the launch site and there was seemingly mass confusion, it wasn't horribly unexpected. What most people were missing was the announcement that the launch had been scrubbed. This was only seven hours or so into our stay. Rucikry (not Jon's boss) we did hear it before getting on the tram. We also made a hasty retreat out of there so not to get stuck in the parking lot and traffic for another two hours.
We thought we'd hang out at our Cocoa Beach (yes! Where Majors Nelson and Healey lived!) hotel for the new launch date. But the next morning it was going to be a minimum of three days and of course, the shore now had red tide. Not that we knew it. Not that the hotel would notify its guests. As we walked the beach and began seeing the 100s of fish washing ashore and noticing people coughing. Granted, they were older folk, but I joked to Denton, 'does everyone here have TB?'. By the time we turned around and were walking back to the hotel, both of us had the same cough. We opted to go inland (Orlando) to get away from the microbes that infiltrated our lungs. And a day after we were there, NASA determined it would be at least two weeks before the shuttle would be rescheduled. We stayed in Orlando the rest of the trip.
...and all I got to show for it was this dorky picture.
Actually, I got lots of dorky pictures in Orlando: me w/SpongeBob. me w/Curious George and the Man w/the Big Yellow Hat. me w/Mickey. me w/Dale (no Chip).
Saturday, August 19, 2006
"Einstein's General Theory of Relativity implied space and time would have a beginning in the Big Bang and an end in black holes. These results indicated it was necessary to unify General Relativity with Quantum Theory, the other great Scientific development of the first half of the 20th Century. One consequence of such a unification that he discovered was that black holes should not be completely black, but should emit radiation and eventually evaporate and disappear. Another conjecture is that the universe has no edge or boundary in......WHOOO-HOOOOOOOO HALF PIPE!!!! "
Personally, I'm waiting for the Larry Flynt edition!
Friday, August 18, 2006
Damn this Jon-Benet story. 10yrs later and i is still annoying me. Leave it to the cable news channels to take a five minute story and beat the hell out of it for 4-5 days continually. If they do sports or weather at all during these times is just to report what teams are playing in Boulder or what the dew point is at Patsy Ramsey's grave!
Part (ok, more than part) of me wants this guy (who seems creepy as hell, and like most "alleged" criminals, has a three part name) to be innocent just so possibly, just possibly, the CNNs, FOXs and MSNBCs of the world stop and go, 'oh........man, did we just fuck up'. I know, I know......that's just crazy talk on my part.
But with the Nancy "I Wish My Dick Were Bigger" Grace's of the world (and by world, I mean cable tv) is there such a thing as a fair trial anymore? That bitch will have you tried and convicted before anyone's even been arrested.
Of course, isn't the bigger crime making your daughter up as a 6yo whore?
I felt the need to make some light of it (I mean, I am after all............me!) and I flashed on the mother of all 24 hr news stories. Though I located the clip I wanted, it was lengthier than I thought I needed...but then I figured you'd kind of need the set-up. The part that really made me chuckle is almost 3 minutes into the clip and really only goes for 30 seconds. But I loved it. So you must too.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
I figured I'd do a monthly 'what i'm listening to' kind of thing. This could be viewed as a lame placeholder kind of post. And probably it is. But it's my blog! So there!
These may or may not be newly released disks. They might not even be a good disk - just what is been in heavy rotation in my car (as usually the iPod is playing anywhere else).
Almost a year after it's release*, The Cardigans' Super Extra Gravity keeps finding its way to my cd changer. Actually, I'm not quite sure it has ever left my car. While not as good as 2003's Long Gone Before Daylight, it holds up pretty well. Of the first five songs, I can easily skip three of them. But from track 5 until the end, I play straight through.
Though the dog analogy gets a bit tired, the beat and pace (and title) of "I Need Some Fine Wine and You, You Need to be Nicer" becomes the centerpiece of the disk. Super Extra Gravity is like a collection of songs. There is not a lot of cohesion to it - but it kind of works. I just take them as 12 individual songs and not as 'an album'.
Again, not a desert island disk - but good enough where I keep it in medium, but seemingly continual rotation.
* There is no U.S. release of this disk, btw. It is available by import only. However, amazon sells the import for no more than any domestic release.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Remember when you thought that Peter Pan only meant Mary Martin, Kotex spokesperson, Cathy Rigby or
Let me tell you - the Lost Boys are the least of your worries. And it turns out that Tinkerbell is way less feminine than this Peter.
And about never growing up? Well, there is something to be said about a 52 yo man in green tights. I'm not exactly sure what that 'something' is.....
But for truly disturbing - make sure you visit the 'fashion' section of Petes's page. Let's just say there is a lot of crushed velvet that died for those outfits!
I do have to give equal credit to the site from Dith and Tom G. Dith directed me here years ago and I kind of forgot about it. Tom....well, he reminded me of it just the other day. My fear is - that he goes to Pixyland more than he goes to Blobby's Blog!! (sob)
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Hey Jack Kerouac -
No... no...not the group (though back in the day, I did like them). The maniacs to which I refer are my readership. By the time I post this, my counter will have surpassed the 10,000 hit mark.
I realize this isn't a lot for a blog that has been in existence for over three years. But to be fair, I only installed a counter in December of 2005. I have no idea how many hits I had gotten in the 2.75 years prior to that. I'd like to think tons - but I'm figuring most likely not. I tend to stay under the radar. The only place I know I'm blog-rolled at is at Rebecca's site and one or two anti-Bush sites.
I'm also not web-savvy enough to know who the exact hit was - but I can (and will) narrow it down to a city and IP address. My readership is wide. Mostly folks from the U.S. - but with some consistent visits from Canada, Mexico, Israel, the UK and for some reason the one that gives me the creeps: The Hague.
There are no prizes for being the 10,000th. No confetti. No oversized check. You'll have to do w/the satisfaction that you are one of the proud readers of this blog. The blog that I take minutes (if that) to think, type and post my random
....and it seems the person who was #10,000 is......drumroll, please: from Fairfax, VA.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Well, I guess this explains Lance dumping Sheryl Crow (not that anyone really needs an excuse for doing that), or vice versa !!
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Fuck. Who knew I'd have more of an on-going career than all of them combined?
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Forces have conspired against me (read: Rebecca & David). They took a completely innocent, fun-loving post on August 9th and made it cheap!
...and yet, I played right into their hands. OY.
Over a year ago I got the domain rights to Blobby's Blog. Clearly I haven't done anything about that as I'm still being hosted by Blogger. Denton got me a hosting site yesterday, so I'm hoping in the coming weeks to switch over to a new URL and probably a new look.
I actually like my current template, but really, if I'm going to make a move I should do it right and do some design changes.
I'm open to suggestions. Use the comments section freely to provide them. Anyone? Anyone???
Friday, August 11, 2006
What can you say about a fourteen-year-old cat who died? That she was beautiful and brilliant? That she loved rubs and singing, Pounce, and her dad? (ok, I completely lifted that entire intro - kind of - from Love Story.)
I am sure I'm biased by saying she was the best cat ever! If not the best, she sure ranked up there. I actually drafted this earlier and it sounded eerily familiar. I looked back and I wrote much of our history w/Kylie on a post on 5/8/06 - her 14th bday. I'll try not to repeat that post - but feel free to go back and look at it.
She was one of the cutest kittens I had ever seen. That is she, against the brick in the top picture. Her little ears not as perky as they would turn out to be. Her colouring darker than what would it eventually be.
You can get a better idea of how she'd turn out by the bottom picture (her in the middle). Her pattern was gorgeous - down to the black tip of her tail, the one black bottom of a paw, and two black whiskers in a sea of white ones. (click on images to make them bigger!)
I know cats are supposed to be aloof and independent, but most of the time Kylie wasn't that way. When we moved into the new house a year or so ago, instead of hiding (which is what Tovah did), Kylie followed us around the house. We actually gave her a tour. She was much more comfortable w/her new surroundings.
She loved being by us - though she liked her alone time. She was the cat who could sleep anywhere, and would (see below).
Any of the bedrooms were fair game. Any couch or chair was hers. She loved sleeping under a desk lamp as Denton worked all day long. She loved the warmth and being next to him. But she'd just as easily sleep in the output tray of the printer and she would on something soft....and usually would hit the 'test' button in the process. I'm not sure how many wasted sheets of paper we went through due to her naptime. It was all worth it.
She (along w/her sister) made our house a home - and us a family. We got up in the night when they were ill. We worried about them and wondered what they were doing when we traveled. We'd watch them play, eat and sleep as if they were our children - which is really what she was.
Kylie was the silent alpha cat. No fights. No hissing. She just WAS. Tovah had a cat admirer (Smokey) with whom she'd have rows. She'd charge the screen door. Smokey wouldn't even flinch. But Kylie would come by and look at him - just look - and he'd be out of there in an instant.
There was not a day that went by that we didn't appreciate Kylie being with us and tell her so. We loved her and she loved us. This I know.
We will have other pets in our future, but we'll only have one Kylie...and she'll always be with us.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Justify Your Dance Shoes
Madonna's version first.
Though the individual jokes / lines are still funny (but maybe that is b/c I associate them so closely w/Rebecca), but the overall feel seems to drag. The extras suck beyond belief.
Julie Brown (no - not that one!) is still a riot. You can finally get DtbT on DVD - but only through her website, which links to a special eBay store. Unfortunately, her website sucks. Lots of bells and whistles, but an ugly unfriendly site that is difficult to navigate. I'd direct you to the exact link - but her site doesn't work that way.
If you can - find to the 'video' category, then hover over your choices (which are lettered!! ???) until you at least find "Party In My Pants" and stream it.
Song by: Medusa
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Someone caught Morty and myself on camera as we audtioned for A Chorus Line circa 1993.
It was just us at Cedar Point on the Magnum XL (I know - it sounds like a condom - but really it isn't.) circa 1993.
...but please note Morty's Jazz Hands!
Becky sees it. I don't. Becky says it. David reads it. David sends it. Becky tells me to. I post it.
It seems I have a Jell-o Jiggler for a spine.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Overheard by me in Home Depot by two of their workers this last Saturday (where btw, we dropped a shit load of money...maybe we shouldn't have).
Worker 1: "I hate these fucking people!"
Worker 2: "I just got here and I'm already tired of them too!!"
'Monday Moanings' are a part of each Monday's Cleveland Plain Dealer. It is just a strip that runs down page two, where people can gripe and grouse about anything they damn well please. ...and they do. I usually like to post really really funny ones (or that are funny to me), but lately they've been pretty lame - which is why you have not seen one in awhile. This one is not the best, but it still made me grin.
"I don't know why they reinstated the ice cream trucks coming around. They are an unnecessary nuisance, the ice cream is expensive and the little ones who can't afford it are crying because they don't understand why they can't get ice cream." - Parma
Honestly, I don't even know where to begin w/this one. OK, actually I do - I just don't know where to end w/it.
Monday, August 07, 2006
I knew it was coming up - but I never really cared b/c it never crossed my mind to actually attend. My 25th high school reunion (yes, start getting your abacus out or brush up on your chisenbop and try to calculate my age!). I've more than alluded to, in this blog, that I have no desire to ever go back to see these people. I've avoided most of them for a quarter of a century and see no reason to go, let alone PAY money to socialize with them.
Was high school a living hell? No. I didn't even think I was better than most of the shlubs there - but I didn't fit in either. Few probably did. It WAS high school after all. But I don't care if they did or not. I really wasn't included in too many of their reindeer games - nor did I want to be. I saw high school more or less as county jail where I just had to do my time and get out. I can't say it wouldn't be interesting to go back as a fly on the wall - or w/Romy and Michele.
Even if I had entertained the idea of going - any chance would have been dashed by the actual invitation. It started:
Ok. I really almost stopped there completely. I am not Bob!!!! I never have been. My father is. If they want to invite him - they can knock themselves out. I actually will stop someone when they call me Bob and correct them. Nothing against my father's name, but even my parents went way out of their way to not call me that.
Granted, I don't know the alumni committee in the slightest - and clearly they don't know me either. So don't you think they would error on the side of formality and go by what is on one's permanent record? I can almost assure you that anyone in the class w/the name of 'Brian' - didn't get a Dear Bri.
But I did in fact keep reading. The letter was general to 10th, 20th, 25th, 30th and 35th reunions. (The school hasn't been open 40 yrs, so 35 is the highest reunion class.) Yes, I got an almost generic invitation. Each reunion was meeting the same day. At the same place. At the same time! The day starts off w/a golf tournament b/c, well, EVERYONE just MUST play golf - no? To be honest, I might harbor resentment as I've played since I was eight and STILL suck at it. By the 12th hole, I'm carrying 5 clubs, b/c I am not bothering to go back to the cart & bag and not talking to anyone. I can be a bad sport.
Then there is a general reception w/all these classes where no one knows anyone (most likely) from the any group but their own. And I'd be surprised to find how many actually know others from their own class. I'd be interested to know how well attended these things are. For dinner and whatnot, you are put into separate rooms w/your former classmates. At that point, why bother?
Did I mention I went to an all boys school? Do 'boys' give a fuck about getting back together to reminisce? You can't talk about who you dated b/c well.....no one knew any girls or knew of any girls the other boys knew (follow that?). That leaves sports. High school sports from 1977-81. Shoot me now!
If I thought I could go and shock the fuck out of them and leave, it might almost be worth it. Almost.
And here I've been babbling about the silver part of the show. Now on w/the gold.
My parents celebrate their 50th anniversary this October. I didn't have to lobby too too hard to do something for this (either w/my parents or sisters). Friends of mine who let their parent's anniversaries slip w/out any to-do told me if we did nothing we would regret it. They did. We're opting for no surprises - and to do it at our house. An informal affair - maybe around 40-50 people, but we'll cater most of it. That would be the only real expense. Oh - that and the booze!
But my father sometimes kills me....in a good way. I see him weekly. He has email (has never sent me one nor has acknowledged if he's ever received one I've sent him). Yet he sends me a letter-letter w/a list of whom he would like there. Some people who were in their wedding party (whom were already on my list). My mother's brothers! (who, duh, were already on my list) and my oldest sister. ....b/c it was possible I wasn't going to invite her? Or maybe it was specific to her and the other three aren't actually welcome?
Invitations go out at the end of this week, so hopefully this will be an easy event to plan and pull-off (see the booze comment).
Sunday, August 06, 2006
I've been going about this blogging thing in the entirely wrong fashion.
Only maybe 100 of you hit this site daily. I could be getting thousands of commuters during the same time frame! WHAT was I thinking?
Sure, I'd have to post shorter, more concise messages and w/out the .jpgs or the opportunity for you to reply. Sure, I could spend a small fortune in bed sheets or poster board, paint, wire and even more time to scout out good locations (and probably bail money too). There'd be no links, additional graphics or anyway of you knowing it was me! Mucho effort for no recognition.
Fuck - it seems like too much work. I think I'll just stick to this medium.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Friday, August 04, 2006
Thursday, August 03, 2006
On the recent trip to NYC, we felt the need to stop by the new Apple store. It resides underneath the plaza of the (former?) GM bldg on 5th ave. The bldg is also home to Ron Lauder (Estee's son and investor in Denton's former company) who, btw, just bought the most expensive piece of art ($153 million - which happens to be the same price as a Boeing 787!). Right around the corner (or is it attached) is FAO Schwartz. UGH.
Anyhooo....the Apple store represents much better in real life than it does in this cameraphone picture. It looks slightly cooler at night also. And speaking of night - it is open 24/7. We went in once or twice - mostly to cool off, but I did blog from there too. There is nothing actually in the store that is not in other Apple stores - just more of it. And seemingly always packed. Maybe it's just the FAO Schwartz of geeks.
My other favorite place is Central Park. You can actually get lost in the park - or be in places where you can forget you are even in the city. Here is Bethesda Fountain, which I've always loved. It's a great place to relax and /or people watch....though I've been there when I've been the only person around. The end of Angels in America has an eloquent synopsis of the fountain - and her (Bethesda's) supposed backstory. I liked being there even before knowing it. ...though, is it just me, or is something around there always under construction?
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
OK, maybe not this day - but a day not too far off. Dith provided this site and I kind of laughed b/c she didn't know "Judy in Disguise (with Glasses)", which was #1 on the day she was born.
But then I did my birthdate (well, b/c it IS all about me! - but if you want to figure out my age, you got some Gooooogling to do), and I like to think I'm very knowledgeable about music - but both songs that charted in the U.S. and the U.K. stumped me.
U.S. - "Fingertips (pt 2)" - Little Stevie Wonder (was there a pt 1?)
U.K. - "Sweets for my Sweet" - Searchers
I listened to the 30 second spots on iTunes and I still don't recognize the Stevie Wonder song. And fuck if I know the Searchers' song either. It was a crappy day for music, I can tell you that right now.
That being said - VH1 (ironically enough) is celebrating MTV's 25th anniversary. It seems that MTV was not....since I don't think they actually play videos. So, VH1 is playing the first day of MTV in its entirety (sans Mark Goodman and crew). Yes, all 28 videos they seemingly had at the time, over and over and over. Who knew REO Speedwagon had two? Who ever realized that The Who just recorded the videos from their 'Face Dances' album on the same day in the same clothes? (one notices these things when they are almost played back to back. and 'one' would be me!)
But for every three crappy MOR pieces of shit they had, they also played stuff like Robert Palmer's "Looking for Clues" or Split Enz' "One Step Ahead".
This being 1981 (oy), it was before MTV was Medusa TV. ...and you know it to, don't ya MTV?
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
In my REM state (rapid eye movement - not 'World Leader Pretend' mode. ...think about it. think about it....), I go into a pet store. But you have to sign-in when you go into this pet store. Stranger yet, the people working the sign-in desk are Paris Hilton & Nicole Ritchie. eeeek. The two most over-exposed tramps television has seen since...well.....ever. I feel even a little dirty that I had to search for a picture of them.
Scanning the store - though I have no idea what I was there for in the first place - there is a giant octopus slithering down the wall. Creeped me out - even more than the two whores at the sign-in desk. ...and I know that's an insult to whores but...........
But as 'we're' walking towards a certain aisle (I have no idea who 'we' are - I just know I was not there by myself), I encounter two men. One who is a Cyclops. Yes, you heard me. One eye. Dead center of the face. Naturally, I get out my cellphone to take a pic, but the other guy grabs it from me after I snap it.
Then I woke up. Damn this heat! Like my dreams aren't f'ed up enough!