All This Has Happened Before...

I'm not sure it will happen again because I'm not sure I can stand to be so utterly let down by yet another series, again. Why is it that everything I love must end so horribly wrong? Harry Potter...need I say more. But this is about Battlestar Galactica. I really loved this show, though I may have burnt out watching it night after night, trying to comply with library constraints. But I did love it. Great characters, great drama, great effects. Just Great. And the first half of the finale was also great. It was that awful, horrid last half. And it wasn't even all of the last half, just some of it. Well, not wanting to give anything away, I guess you'll have to watch it for yourself, and then we can discuss.
And I know that it's impossible to please everyone, I'm just asking that they please me. Is that too much?

This Morning on the Bus

I was riding to work this morning, feeling so very happy about having caught my bus, and the warm coffee in my mug and the Killers music blaring in my headphones, that it took me a minute to realize that the clicking noise behind me was the tell-tale sound of someone clipping their nails. On the bus. Clipping their nails on the bus! I have to admit, that this is not the first time I have seen this. Since when did it become acceptable to clip one's nails in public? Would it be okay to clip your nails in your friend's car? Um, I'm gonna go with no. So why is it okay to do it on the bus? The funny thing is, that when I got up to move because I couldn't get the image of fingernails flying into my hair, I saw that it was a woman cutting her nails, and she had a mask on. One of those masks people wear to protect themselves from swine flue. There's something wrong with that picture. She's afraid of other people's germs, but not aware that her airborne fingernail bits might be equally disturbing to her fellow bus riders. Well played, lady, well played.

I Have Seen the Light

Regina Spektor is a god...dess.My friend Jill and I just saw her in concert. Speechless. I can't wait to get home from work tonight and fall into a Regina Spektor induced coma. Or perhaps, a Regina-empowered creative blitz. How can one listen to this music and not be inspired?

Periodic Issues

I love Bitch! I love, Love, LOVE, LOVE Bitch! I can't stand how much I love it. Literally, I am sitting down right now, because I just can't stand it. One of the few magazines I read cover to cover; this quarterly, feminist response to pop culture is a must. Smart, funny, honest, empowering, insightful, fabulous. Are you reading?


Oh Bitch, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways:

1. New pink ink replaces the old gray ink. An entire magazine in pinks, blacks and whites...ah-mazing!

2. Great writing by wonderful contributors.

3. Ad space devoted entirely to lady-friendly causes, music, shops, books and other lady-minded things.

4. I feel smart for reading and nodding in agreement, but smarter for reading and shaking my head in disagreement.

5. Finding out about cool new things like Smart Bitches Trashy Books. This review here is absolutely, pee-your-pants, drink-shooting-out-your-nose, guffaw-out-loud funny!

6. Its positive use of the word Bitch. Take back the language! Take back the power!

7. Interviews with positive, thought provoking, awesome women... and men... what do you think of that?

8. It's just great. That's all I got. It's great, and I always feel a little bereft each time I finish and know I have to wait 3 months for the next one.

Rock on, Bitch! And all you bitches out there, buy a copy, support print media; support great ideas; support discussion...and learn a little something while you're at it.

Mass Transit Hysteria

I ride the bus because, surprisingly, I enjoy not owning a car. Oh sure, there are those times when I just need to pick up some cat litter and a 30 pound bag of food, and it's raining, and I want to do it in less than 2 hours. But for the most part the joys of not having to worry about insurance, gas, parking and traffic far outweigh the inconveniences of bus travel. Except for days like today...

A man gets on the bus and calls his mother on his cell phone, and proceeds to tell her all about some guy he knows and his medical problems, in the loudest voice possible. And he says "you know" at least 50 times during the conversation, and that tally is after I started counting. Then, as he's getting off the bus, "Okay, I gotta go now, I'm getting off the bus." What!?! Get off your effing phone before you get on the bus. Luckily he was transferring to the same bus as me, and I got to hear all about his friend again, this time as he relayed it to his brother.

This has been happening more and more lately. People talking on phones, carrying on extremely loud and inappropriate conversations, making out in the seat behind me, listening to headphones at a volume at which the entire bus can enjoy. If there's thing I love after a long day, it's riding home to the sounds of 16 year-olds sucking each others' faces off. And Everyone else, in what I'm beginning to discover is true Seattle fashion, just sits there, occasionally glaring in passive aggressive silence.

I think it may be time for that scooter I've been dreaming about. Donations accepted.

Ta Dah

What do you think of that? Three posts in 2 days?!? Huh? HUH?!? I feel some sort of groove emerging.

Best Laid Plans

I went home last night thinking I was going to get so much done. I was going to be so productive. I stopped at the library to pick up my languishing copy of Battlestar Galactica before they took it away from me, then walked home, enjoying every voyeuristic peep into cheerfully lit up houses. I made my dinner, and was just settling down to pay some bills, write some very overdue cards, maybe organize a bit or fold some clothes; when Nikki called. Now in her defense she was only returning my call from earlier. But there went the evening. Much gabbing and giggling ensued. And I have to say, I don't feel quite as guilty about procrastinating if it's done in the name of catching up with a very, dear friend. And bonus... new baby pics!





















What a mitten!

Breaking News...Woman Arrested Breaking Police Lines to Get to Her "Mittens"

Well, hello again. Apologies, apologies, excuses, excuses. Seems to be all I'm made of lately. But, there has to be a way around this no internet thing. At least to the end that I post something every once in awhile, maybe not everyday, but certainly more than every other month.

So, I won't bore you with the things I did this summer, mainly because all I did was study and obsess, and most of you have had your fill of that. Instead I will regale you of the tale of the standoff across the street. That's right...a standoff!

Carrie was just driving me home from dinner at her and Trish's place when we turned onto 15th and were greeted with a police blockade just north of my house. Holy crap! I got out and asked the policeman if I could get through, and did he know how long it would take. Both questions were met with a rather curt and altogether unhelpful "no". At this point I got a little panicky, I didn't know what was going on, or even where it was going on and all I could think of was, my poor baby mittens! So, I told Carrie to drive down the back way, and maybe I could get through there. But, when we turned down the block, there were at least five news vans and the SWAT team and Carrie says, "Um, I think this a little bigger than you think." We asked a newsguy what was going on, and thankfully he was a bit more forthcoming than a certain member of Seattle's finest.

It turned out to be some sort of domestic dispute that erupted into a guy waving a gun around. He then locked himself in his apartment, hence the standoff. It also turns out that after "flash bangs", and SWAT teams, and news reporters, the guy wasn't even in his apartment. I feel safer already. Thanks SPD, you guys are great!

Breaking news from the Midwest...

Emergency cactus spine removal.

We were sitting outside enjoying the Nebraska, August evening when a fat, little toad hopped into our party. Being the city girl I am, I jumped up to take a picture, frightening the toad, who then jumped into the nearest cactus to hide. And there he sat, with spines in his mouth, flailing about and injuring himself further. Until my stepsister, Daniela flew in to the rescue, snatching the toad from the evil clutches of said cactus. I ran in the house, grabbed my tweezers, and we had ourselves a makeshift vet clinic, operating room. Poor little guy had spines stuck in his face, feet, belly and even his eyes. But when all was said and done, he hopped off into the sunset, not too much the worse for wear.

You're Saying Glenn Beck Isn't An Arrogant #&%@?

Here's a great video clip of Glenn Beck defending his current freak out on Bill O'reilly's show. You know there's something wrong with you when Bill O'reilly is mocking you.

http://videocafe.crooksandliars.com/heather/glenn-beck-defends-his-radio-show-freakout

Thanks to Jon for the heads up!