there's hope after all

YES!! TNT shows Angel at 7am! i have something to look forward to before teaching now.

don't make me do it

i have to start teaching tomorrow. i've barely left my apartment in the past week and now i have to trudge all the way out of not only my neighborhood, but my burrough. and all to stand in front of students who won't even listen to me while i pretend to teach. whimper.

and if that isn't enough i keep looking at my course schedule for this fall which makes me want to curl up into a ball and cry myself to sleep.

there's no other appropriate title

because it's a dog with sunglasses.



and you can't say much else about it.

it must be sunday

i swear this is the sunday-ist sunday ever. it's extremely cold (well for august), drizzly, and grey outside which perfectly matches my mood. it's well past noon and i am still drinking coffee in my pj's, i put a really good novel to bed this morning, and i've been listening to regina skektor and ani difranco on shuffle. as i said before, i'm feeling a lot like sunday. but it is also kinda satisfying to my morbid hermitish self.


Epipremnum aureum or Plantus hardtokillicus

aside from finishing still life with woodpecker by tom robbins (a must read especially for those with red hair) my biggest accomplishment of the weekend was buying a pothos plant. my mom and a friend kept telling me how easy they are to take care of while i was back home and i became inspired by the words "virtually indestructable". apparently these babies don't need a ton of light and like to be watered just enough to keep the soil damp. my translation of these instructions is that they thrive on care that is just a step above neglect. i like plants but have never been able to keep them alive. several outdoor ivy plants, peppers, tomatoes, and a small indoor tree have all been murdered by my ineptitude at taking care of anything that doesn't have fur and ask directly for food and water. we'll see how it goes. pruning my devil's ivy leaves at least gives me something to do to keep my mind off of preparing for the semester.

no more traveling please

i've been back in new york for a few days now and i guess i can blog again. although i never really have anything to say and now that is especially so. i had a nice time in texass. austin is always amazing, and i had fun with the whole wedding shindig. sigh.

i will also miss various brands of alcohol only available in that lone star state.

now i'm back to expensive beer and, gulp, classes. i'm about at the stage where i will start kicking and screaming "but i don't want to" repetitively until someone strangles me.

new york gets some credit

have i mentioned that i really, really, really love public transportation?

last night i went downtown with my friend the bachelorette and many of our lady friends for one of those obnoxious last nights out. seeing as we were the ones running around with large inflatable penises and were getting free drinks i thought it was swell. plus we all had hand-made tiaras. neat. anyway, we were downtown, which is only accessable by car unless you live remotely near there. stupid sprawl.

we had all our bases covered as there were two designated drivers- one who was going in my direction even. well as we dropped the bride to be and a bridesmaid off at their hotel and were cruising down the feeder road, it happened. i got in my very first collision. we were stopped at a light, chatting about something or other, and then there was a bang. then a jerk forward. luckily the worst of it was shock and relatively little damage to my friend's car.

even though we were only in a fender bender the rest of the scene was a bit sobering. we were the third car in the collision. so some drunk uninsured dick slammed his shiny ford truck into the back of another shiny pretty truck which slammed into us. the drunk uninsured dick's truck was totaled in the front and the other guy's truck bed looked really really bad. once i saw the damaged truck bed on our way home the schock really hit me, because had we been directly hit by the drunk uninsured dick we would have been in really. bad. shape.

so maybe all the other shit i have to deal with in new york is just some sort of tax on not getting in drunk driver induced car accidents.

the carpenters would die if they heard this

ha! finally i remembered my youtube password and can put videos in my blog. so here is a little something from mirrormask that c took great pains to send me.

i think prarie oyster would like it

what do you get when you put jim henson's creature shop, the mind of neil gaiman, and lots of lsd together?

you get mirrormask! after a very long wait i finally saw it this past weekend. it was surreal bordering on creepy, but i kinda dig that.

it didn't have david bowie's package as a leading role or a bog of eternal stench, but it was a good film that in it's own way stands up to labyrinth.

maybe this is why i'm not so in to baseball

as part of my austin extravagaanza, i accompanied two of my male friends to a baseball game last night. it turned out to be dollar hot dog night and they seem to have a leetle competition over who can eat the most weiners (hehee), so i thought i would at least do my best to keep up in the spirit of american gluttony. even though i didn't make too much of a disgusting slob out of myself, it seems that 4 is just too much, and i am paying for it today.

austin has been fun, though. i've been enjoying beer that is too full of texas pride to be exported out of the state and seeing people that i have missed dearly. a plan to go tubing on sunday was thwarted by the collective hangover from the party on saturday night, but i did get to do karaoke with my lovely friend who is gettin' hitched this saturday.

i have to mention that while i love karaoke in all it's forms, this karaoke experience was kind of lame. it was in a private room which takes away the charm of forcing strangers to hear you belt out '90s rock. they also did not have "i touch myself" on their list. i almost stormed out right then and there, but it is my love for the bride to be that kept me going. as a tribute to bh i made sure to sing "sweet child o mine" and "total eclipse of the heart". it wasn't the same without ya! and the videos weren 't as cool as the ones we have come across in ny.

thursday texass blog

yesterday my mom and i went and did touristy things in my hometown. because i'm like, a yankee now or something.

we went to the winery which i had not stepped foot in since elementary school. it was far more interesting this time around since they were giving me samples. i ended up purchasing three bottles of wine and pining for a bottle of the tawny port, but alas, it was out of my price range. i do have to save up for liquor in the future you know.

to my surprise i had a very very good time jaunting around the old homestead and snapping pictures of things i don't see all too often these days. i did, however, come across a reminder of why i like blue states better than red. this sign was just on some dude's porch! i mean ja-he-sus! how much must you really hate women's rights to put a sign like this on your porch? in all fairness though, homeboy had a refridgerator and about five pounds of trash out there as well. you just can't give that much credibility to a guy with a fridgidaire on his porch. no matter how easy it is to reach for a beer whilst rocking back and forth, telling passers-by to 'git off yer propertee'.

meme time

ok ok. my computer is finally back in biznass thanks to the genious and toil of my father. i only lost some pictures and a few relatively unimportant documents. screw you, windows. screw you to hell.

brazen hussy tagged me and i shall do my bloggerly duty and fill out a meme. because what the hell am i going to do? sleep? ha!

1. One book that changed your life?

i know it sounds lame, but Guns, Germs, and Steel by Jared Diamond really got me fired up about human evolution and our place in nature. so maybe i can blame jared for where i am now. why do you have to be such a dick, dude?

2. One book you have read more than once?

The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy

3. One book you would want on a desert island?

The Complete Hitchiker's Guide by Douglass Adams. which i guess is several books, but who is counting?

4. One book that made you laugh?

Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris. i was sitting next to my advisor on a train and was near crying while reading an account of finding a ginormous turd in a bathroom at a dinner party. yah that was akward.

5. One book that made you cry?

Everything is Illuminated by Jonathon Safran Foher. but i'm pretty sure i can cry while reading a cereal box label these days.

6. One book you wish had been written?

a book about robots. lots of em. and gin. robots and gin. robots that run on gin?

7. One book you wish had never been written?

anything and everything by Nicholas Sparks.

8. One book you are currently reading?

Naked by David Sedaris. i recently finished Skinny Legs and All by Tom Robbins and that book freakin' blew my mind.

9. One book you have been meaning to read?

An Inconvenient Truth by Al Gore.

10. Now tag five people:

ah hell brazen tagged all the people i know save one. so i tag.......

rachel!

today in panic

i've been in texass for a few days now. it's been nice with the pampering, seemingly endless supply of beer purchased by my father, and escape from new york humidity. i even enjoyed a brief affair with a faster running laptop. it played dvds for once even! well last night while sitting back from a full meal, a good cocktail, and the first half of the third season of 'arrested development' my computer gets a funny blue screen. a file went corrupt and we couldn't start the damn thing up.

after consulting microsoft webhelp, and my father's tireless and educated efforts we decided that the best thing to do would be to reinstall xp. i don't think we lost any of my old files but they now rest on a second operating system on my computer that i don't really know how to access. hopefully later today when dad gets back home we will work on my poor little computer. but at least it didn't croak.

and i realize that i have been tagged by dr. brazen hussy, i will get to that when i can.

sulk.

they don't make mugshots like they used to

so ok. it just turned noon. i've been up since 7:30 due to my dear friend jetlag. i am still lounging around in newly purchased green boxer shorts polkadotted with lady bugs and the only thing that has passed my lips in the way of nourishment is coffee. so what. i'm a bum. deal with it.

since i've been out of the country for a month i decided to take a vacation from current events. ignorance is suiting me right now. anyway. in this state of lethargy i'm attempting to catch up, and i just read about good ol' mel gibson's recent run-in with the law and his anti-semitic statements he wishes to apologize for.

hmm. surprise surprise.

i've got to say the most striking aspect of the article i read was gibson's mug shot. was this really the sherrif department's mugshot? i mean really. did they airbrush that thing? he looks like some kid trying to squirm out of stealing cookies from the neighbor's cookie jar. or sticking a firecracker up a bullfrog's ass. this is not the face of someone truly repentant for driving drunk and vomiting antisemitic accusations. there are tabloid photos that look worse!

maybe i'm just not thinking outside the box. maybe the days of the grizzled, unshaven, wild-eyed lunatic mugshots are over. am i dissapointed? yes. when i see celebs fall i like them looking bloated, decrepit, and mad. where is the justice of the world?

dirty is right

because brazen hussy always has good survey things on her blog.

i feel this is especially appropriate seeing as i had my first drunken night back in nyc with silk stockings and fluffy ruffles. it was fun, but i have no idea why i thought one slice of pizza could provide enough of a buffer for the 7 beers and other drinks that happened our way.

You Are a Dirty Martini

You are a sexy, sometimes belligerent, over the top drunk. You tend to get in a lot of trouble. When you drink, there are no rules. You should never: Drink in the company of strangers. Seriously. Your ideal party: Is so good you black out in the middle of it. Your drinking soulmates: Those with a Margarita Martini personality. Your drinking rivals: Those with an Orange Martini personality

What Flavor Martini Are You?