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I have LISTS of stuff to put on my site, but no time to do any of it. I will try tonight in the middle of baking phase two (local).
In the meantime, I have this page from yesterday of our Johnston Architects Christmas lunch.
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| 12-13-04 I KNOW! I know I know I know! I'm working on it right now. But then I'm leaving because, well.... what would be the world's most perfect band for you? My answer would be a mix of Juno and Automaton combined. Tonight at the Rendezvous. I'm vibrating. (They're called "Henry Hanks") 20 minutes later UPDATE! Who rocks the party that rocks the party party party? I finished the White Elephant Party pages! WHEW! If any stuff looks out of order, that's because it IS. And I'm okay with that. So I now present to you: Our Second White Elephant Party Oooooh Henry Hanks! Gotta go! • link |
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12-09-04
Freaky Thursday
Dude in Ohio runs onstage, kills Dime from Pantera, I freak out and e-mail Lee, and go to bed before eleven for the first time in almost two weeks. ("I will not hit snooze for an hour. I will not hit snooze for an hour....")
Then around 3 a.m. I wake up to the horrific sound of cars crashing in the intersection in front of our house (this happens quite often actually) but then I hear Sean run out the door (he had just gotten home since he was stuck working late) because he sees that it was a COP CAR that was hit by the SUSPECT they were chasing.
A CAR CHASE. IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE. So the other cop car goes shredding after the suspect (he just took off of course) and Sean checks on the cop to make sure he's okay. Sean also thought to go back inside and get my camera, because he is the Spouse of a Blogger, but then realized that he would feel like a total knob taking pictures of the cops and the wrecked cop car, so he decides to leave the flash off, and we end up with genius shots such as the one below left. Can you see? The scene just burns in your mind now, doesn't it?!
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was SO EXCITING for Rita. The noise! People running out of the office!
An early walk! Firefighters in big uniforms! Going to the cafe! We
had to pass the time for the firefighters to verify that there was
no fire, so we all headed across the street, had some coffees, and
read the paper. I looked for a story about the car crash on my street,
but didn't find it. Although I did find this,
which tickled me pink. (Once this goes into the archives, you'll have
to register, so if you're reading this later - sorry.) Later I went to Tara's site and read this. I'm telling ya - what a weird 24 hours. There's some other news too - it's freaky but also bad. My immigration application was returned to me. |
So there's some time lost.
And yes. I'm very frustrated.
There is some hope - there were stamps and such throughout the application, and a sticker to affix to it with someone's initials on it, so it looks like some work has been done, and someone has been assigned to my case, and the application is "in progress". We'll just have to see how long it takes starting now (Sean FedExed it back today).
A couple things for you:
While I was waiting for my doctor (had my annual physical today) I read this article in Wired Magazine about Jewish Orthodox Appliance hacking - basically making electrical/computerized accessories hackable so they're kosher for Sabbath. Fascinating.
And also I leave you tonight with a wonderful clip of "Who's Line is it Anyway" with Richard Simmons (bad link? Try this or this) which actually made me laugh outloud. It's so nice that he can finally be *so* out of the closet. (Thanks, Shnewt. Drop it like it's hot. Fo shizzle.)
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12-07-04
OMG PUPPY
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No?
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12-06-04
 Short quarantine |
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Plus, just like puppies or kittens, they have baby fish bodies with big ole baby fish eyes, so they're just so... I'm cute and stupid! looking.
We got three new pink guys and four new teeny tetras who will hopefully hang out with the three remaining tetras circa 1999.
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morning was a Clothes Swap, and can you say Genius? Setup: a slew of women meet at someone's house and bring all the clothing, accessories, coats, etc. that they don't want anymore. Each item is distributed to the proper room. Then, at the same time, we all dive. You would have loved to be the next door neighbor to this house. Twenty women running around in their underwear, going room to room, for about an hour. Then, with our new bags full of "new" clothes, we fill up our plates o'potluck, sit in a circle, and talk about the clothes we got. GENTLEMEN! ARE YOU WITH ME? THIS IS GOOD TIMES! for us |
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girls came over to be girlie Sunday afternoon - we stitched; we bitched.
We're ramping up on our projects since we're all in a bit of a mid-December
how-many-projects-did-I-start? panic. And you see I started this sweater
and I'm on the sleeves, right? And it requires counting, see? And
increasing two stitches per every four rows, then after four times
then it's every eight rows, and pass the cheese and crackers please. Uncle Tim & Aunt Julie arrived from Vancouver that afternoon and unfortunately the weather didn't provide an opportunity for them to really check out the city - it was dark and rainy and visibility was minimal. Bummer. Soon after I had Tim in the house I had him repairing the Kirby vacuum cleaner. |
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it was the floovenator not touching the hoosegows. Or something. It
works now. We've been going out when we can (after I'm off work). Tonight was University Village (Julie bought me a skirt at Anthropologie!) and tomorrow is Bick's Broadview Grill and the Seattle Central Library. They leave Wednesday morning, which sucks, but I'll see them again in Florida for New Years. I can't wait for Christmas vacation! It's been so COLD lately! I kinda want it to go ahead and snow if it's gonna be this cold, but then I'd go "Ooooh!" for a few minutes and then I'd just be annoyed for the next two days. I know how I am. • link |
12-02-04
1984 - the super short version
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years ago today, I was pretty screwed up. I made some bad decisions.
I was fourteen. A couple years after Mom divorced Dad, she decided to leave Las Vegas and return to Indiana University and get her PhD in Psychology. And she, of course, decided to take me with her. And I didn't take it very well. So I did what every 14-year-old would have done. I made her life a living hell. I shaved the sides of my head (soon after this picture was taken), hung out with the punk crowd, dressed like trash (I wore trash), pierced my ears all over the place, you know, basic 14-year-old rebellion. But then one Friday night Tim and Tom Welch were having a party (Mike Whybark may have been there), so I went there and didn't tell her. And I didn't come home all weekend. And by the time I did come home, my room was packed, and Mom said I could call my Dad to tell him I'd be moving back to Vegas. |
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And I put my stuff away and settled into my plane seat and for some reason I looked at my ticket - and saw that it was December 3rd.
My Mom's birthday was THAT DAY. And I didn't know it until then.
She was turning the same age that I am now.
I knitted her a scarf this year.
Happy Birthday Mom. I'm so sorry.
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12-01-04
This is about all I've got for ya.
I've been knitting at night in front of the TV. I went to Heather's tonight and she whipped up a wicked stir-fry and we watched the movie The Rage in Placid Lake (very cute).
Uncle Tim and Aunt Julie stopped by my work on their way to Vancouver BC (they are here for business for Culver Duck). They come back down to Seattle on Sunday - the same afternoon that I'm hosting a raging Stitch & Bitch get-together.
I'm sorry I don't have pictures and stories of parties and gigs, but it'll come soon enough I'm sure.
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