January 29th, 2005 | Posted by administratrix in Music - (1 Comments)

mule.jpgGuess who’s goin’ to see Gov’t Mule at The Blue Note in Columbia, MO on February 17th?

Me! And my beloved redhead, of course. I just bought us tix and reserved a cheap-ass motel online.

Yay! It’s a trip! A trip to… well, a trip to Missouri, *gag*, but still! To see Government Mule! (I love their cover of Cortez The Killer. Other than that I think they’re solidly adequate. But it’s always fun to go do something!) A good jam band in a small venue! Whee!

Brett and I don’t agree on much of anything, really, especially musical – the man can listen to 30 year old British “blues” until my fucking HEAD falls off – but we do agree that Mule’s a band we’ll both go see and we emphatically prefer small venues to massive ones. Ah, marital bliss!

Now that's just Jeepy!

January 26th, 2005 | Posted by administratrix in Love & Marriage - (2 Comments)

Since I was blogless at the time, you haven’t read about how my beloved loaded the Jeep onto a trailer barely able to support its weight and ferried it to Haney’s in Libertyville one fine day.

I’ve been without a vehicle for two weeks, but I got the Jeep back today, with the hole in the tire patched and a new thermostat! And do ya know what it cost? Thirty-six bucks, my people! THIRTY SIX BUCKS!

We celebrated the Jeep’s return to the family with a lovely cocktail at the Dew Drop. I left after one since I was driving, and I had to negotiate the sheet of ice we call a driveway in 4WD, but I have wheels again! Hooray!

We had nuked left-overs for dinner. Lasagne, a steak for Brett, and a Caesar salad I whipped up. There are few things in the world finer than half a lasagne in the fridge.

I have wheels! Yay!

Dat? Or cog?

January 23rd, 2005 | Posted by administratrix in Pets - (0 Comments)

For a dog, Bindu acts a lot like a cat.

And for a cat, Buz acts a lot like a dog.

Bindu likes to nap in sunbeams and groom other animals. Buz likes to jump into a pile of playing retrievers and punch them on the snouts and run away.

Brett and I had a very involved conversation the other morning about which one was the dat, and which one was the cog. Personally, I think Bindu’s the dat. But Brett’s still deciding.

Right now, all four animals are asleep on the daybed here in my office. One of them just farted Eewh!

Weekend in Review

January 4th, 2005 | Posted by administratrix in Love & Marriage - (3 Comments)

Friday, the biggest party night of the year, we did nothing.

Brett fell asleep on the couch ’round eight; I read and listened to my iPod and wandered around the house amusing myself and probably fell asleep sometime after midnight. I really don’t recall.

Saturday, with the PlayStation on the fritz and his paycheck burning a hole in his pocket, Brett talked me into going to Walmart to pick up a replacement PS2. There wasn’t one, of course – the entire nation is out of PS2s this soon after Christmas. But somehow we decided to go to Iowa City, to Best Buy, where Brett became the proud daddy of a Delphi XM SKYFi2, a stereo connetion kit for the Hillbilly Boom Box, and a lovely quarterly subscription to satellite radio. He installed it in the parking lot outside Best Buy, where it was getting dark and raining heavily.

He loves it. HE LOVES IT. The man spent two hours Sunday morning sitting in his truck playing with his SKYFi.

I got a cigarette lighter power cord for the iPod, and a CD – Todd Rundgren’s Liars, his first all-new album in over ten years. (I went home and immediately fed it to the iPod.) I love Todd. Todd is Godd. The track “Soul Brother” is fucking PRICELESS.

On the drive to Iowa City, I knitted my iPod a cozy. Yes, I know this is totally gay but I don’t care. (And neither do these people.)

All in all, a furiously fun day, and a good augury for the year to come.

Sunday we went and bought groceries at (ahem) the Super Walmart in ScrOttumwa. Now, I realize Walmart’s disgusting and that I shouldn’t give them my money. But. I got a cart so full of groceries it was difficult to steer around corners and it only cost me $125.00. There’s no way in HELL all that stuff could have been produced for $125.00… the cardboard, plastic, shrink wrap, ink, printing, die cutting, transportation… not even counting the actual FOOD ITSELF. How the hell will the economy survive if goods sell for less than it costs to produce them?

Or does this price trough exist only to kill the competition? Will prices go back up as soon as there’s nowhere else to shop?

Either way, the old kitchen is stocked with yummy foodies. I don’t know if I should feel elated or shitty. *shrug*

Monday I cleaned, listed a tool to sell (on eBay) for Brett, chatted heavily with Keef over IM, got wood (and kept the stove nearly closed down to conserve it since we’ve only a few days left) [CALL ME IF YOU KNOW WHERE TO GET A LOAD OF SPLIT WOOD, WE’RE SO ALMOST OUT IT’S NOT FUNNY.], made tea in my new Nissan thermos and drank it, and made a killer meal for my beloved: Italian sausage, pesto, and a killer baby spinach-onion-carrot salad with lemon vinagrette and bleu cheese.

Ah shit, I need to fix a customer’s web site. (Yeah, I’m at work.) Ciao!

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Song: Soul Brother
Album: Liars
Artist: Todd Rundgren

Shh… lemmie tell you a secret

December 26th, 2004 | Posted by administratrix in Music - (13 Comments)

First of all, I feel pretty much normal today. (Go figure.) Which is why I feel free to dump the insanity of this post upon y’all.

Behold! I have a secret!

And my secret is:

Hall & Oates.

I am totally not kidding. OH MY GOD, I was so into Hall & Oates when I was little! And when I say “into,” you should assume that I mean I was probably-not-healthy INTO them. As in, at one point I owned every single album they’d ever released (which is more than on the link, believe it or not), including bootlegs, and I actually kept a scrapbook.

A scrapbook, people! Of Hall & Oates!

I actually (and literally) wore out more than one copy of Livetime by playing it too much on my cassette player! As a matter of fact, I ruined MORE THAN ONE CASSETTE PLAYER MOTOR playing H&O. My father patiently explained to me that no one EVER wears out cassette player motors; the other parts ALWAYS wear out first. Always. Except for me, the freak who kills motors listening to H&O songs over and over and over.

Holiday Shopping, check

December 19th, 2004 | Posted by administratrix in Love & Marriage - (1 Comments)

misty-phone-pic.jpgYesterday was Hell Day.

Hell Day is what we call the day every year when we go last-minute Christmas shopping at the Hell Mall (aka the Coral Ridge Mall, Coralville IA) to spend hours trying to find parking places and rubbing elbows with a million zoned-out Coneheads and getting testy with each other. Snort!

Mr. Brett was already in overwhelmed-and-grumpy mode before we’d even found a parking place, because I’d wanted to eat first and the parking lot at Olive Garden was full to overflowing, and then he’d driven us to Mondo’s which had parking places but a half-hour wait. We’d already started to bicker before we even got out of the truck, and I’d suggested that he go sit in Bennigan’s while I hit the three stores I needed to go to. He capitulated and had almost decided, I think, to slog through the shopping with me. He’d even made me repeat three times what my list contained and what stores I wanted to go to!

Less than five minutes after entering Target, we ran into Misty! Halleluia! She said Steve was at the bar, that she was going there soon, and that we should meet them. Brett went off to see Steve immediately (since I’d basically called him a name for being so uptight about shopping) and I bought some things and went over to meet them. I had a cocktail on an empty stomach and it really took that shopping edge off!

We all agreed to meet at 4:00 and have an early dinner at Olive Garden. Misty called to make a reservation, but they weren’t taking any. Misty took a picture of Brett and me with her trick new cell phone and I had her email it to me – so that’s us at Bennigan’s.

After that lovely cocktail, we split up and finished our shopping. I hit two more stores, and Brett hit two more stores, and then he called me and drove the truck over to the front of the store I’d ended up in. We called Misty and told her we’d go and get a table, and went to Olive Garden.

We ordered drinks and an appetizer, and then our dates showed up and we proceeded to have a wonderful fun meal! (We never go out to dinner in IC with friends. Never. It was freaking awesome.) I had so much fun! We brought home leftovers that we ate at about one in the morning. Yum!

Brett told me he’d gotten me a Christmas present, and after I’d asked him about six times what it was he said he’d bought me a tiny ladies’ handgun at Sheel’s. Argh! HE’S SO TERRIBLE! I wanted an iPod or a new digital camera, but I didn’t think he had enough money for either so I didn’t know what to expect!

When we got home he finally gave in and gave me my present, a blue iPod mini, which is making me so very happy and which is so very fun and wonderful. (No, I didn’t get him anything because, well, he bought himself a new truck a few weeks ago. Which is back from the body shop, by the way, and looks fantastic!)

All in all, a not so bad Hell Day! And now I’m off to get my baby to take me to town for a latte. Ciao, lovies!

Morning people are the dominant bio-type, and they set the attitudinal tone of the entire culture. They’ve decided that morning is the best time of the day, and that people who are not naturally bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at the very ass crack of dawn are in some way lazy and unfocussed.

Well, screw that.

Morning is not the best time of day. It’s a fine time of day of course, but it isn’t inherently better than any other time. Getting up early does not mean you’re more productive or a better member of society. Being on time during the pre-noon hours doesn’t mean you care more or that you’re a better person.

As a night person, I’ve been chronically late to morning events my entire life. I’ve been told my tardiness proves my lack of commitment or concern about jobs, classes, and friends. It’s been condescendingly explained to me that if I just “made an effort” to go to bed on time I’d be on the “right” schedule and would find myself reaping the benefits of a morning person lifestyle.

Bah fucking humbug.

My sleep number is 65!

December 13th, 2004 | Posted by administratrix in Love & Marriage - (3 Comments)

Tahmi & Jason got a new bed, so they offered us their old one. Never being ones to avoid an amusing bout of moving random shit across town in a truck, we accepted.

Their old bed is, believe it or not, a king sized Sleep Number 5000! It may be made primarily out of foam rubber and Legos, but has a very deep quilted pillow top that I have unclean feelings for. (Pillow top. Yum.)

Putting the bed together actually required a look at the directions, and it got a little confusing due to the fact that T & J gave us more pieces of foam than were shown in the illustrations, but we made some executive decisions and got it all zipped up. (Yes, you have to place all this stuff inside the “mattress” and ZIP IT UP. It’s freaking awesome. When you’re done, it LOOKS like a mattress, but it’s really foam rubber and air bladders ZIPPED UP to LOOK like a mattress… a mattress with catheter hoses sticking out of it!)

I think… I think I like it! I slept great! I was expecting to hate it because it seemed all bumpy when I was rolling around on it last night, but it truly was a comfortable night’s sleep! And Mr. Brett thinks he might not hate it either!

How cool is that? God, I love an exciting hand-me-down! (Especially when it replaces the diveted, rumply, bumpy, and wholly mean back-breaking piece of shit we WERE sleeping on. Man.) Are you getting sick of exclamation points?!

I could do better drunk off my ass

December 13th, 2004 | Posted by administratrix in Music - (0 Comments)

KHOE played an entire side of an old Carpenter’s album this morning. It was the one with “sharin’ horizons that are new to us / workin’ together day to day… TOGETHER,” whatever that song was called.

Anyway. I’ve never listened to this album before, and what kept me from changing the station was my sick fascination with the fact that Karen apparently could not sing. I mean, I’ve heard the Carpenters on the radio all my life, just like the rest of you, and I never new she couldn’t sing.

What I heard today was awful. Out of tune, breathy, bad phrasing, awkward… yet it sounded exactly like the hits I’m used to from AM radio.

Was it a remastered re-release? Was it badly EQed? I don’t know, but whatever it was it was terrible. Guh.

Hello darkness

November 8th, 2004 | Posted by administratrix in Soapbox - (7 Comments)

It’s five thirty and it’s pitch black outside.

Fuck this. I loathe and despise DST. I always have. I always will. It’s the stupidest fucking thing in the world.