Category Archives: true life 2008

Look,

I don’t care how crappy your day has been, if you didn’t spend over 2 hours of it with the crappy Don Henley song “All She Wants to do is Dance” in your head, you should count your blessings.

Places we're not (weekend edition)

Some places we aren’t:

Flashback Weekend in Chicago, featuring a 40th anniversary reunion event for George Romero’s Night of the Living Dead.

Sharon Salzberg and Robert Thurman‘s workshop, Working with Our Enemies: Finding Freedom from Hostility and Fear (Admittedly, we were too lazy to go to this. We could have).

The US Olympic Team Trials for Track and Field in Eugene, Oregon. It seemed like a wasted trip since we’re pretty confident that as soon as we tried to run they’d arrest us. We’re old and slow. And don’t do track and field. I hear Oregon is nice, so there’s that, but it wasn’t enough.

Crafty Bastards in Silver Spring.

The Smithsonian Folklife Festival. It’s not that I don’t enjoy being packed into an enclosed area with a lot of sweaty tourists on a sweltering day, who doesn’t love that? It’s mostly that I shared an office with NASA-types in Grad School and I think I’ve probably explored that culture enough, thanks. Some nice people doing cool things, to be sure, but I’m not sure this is a culture we want to share with impressionable youngsters from Iowa. Bhutan and…NASA? I honestly thought that was something made up by The Onion.

I can picture the tent full of post-docs who haven’t bathed in a week, are so jittery from mainlining espresso that they’re speaking really fast and in falsetto like Mickey Mouse yet none of them notices, and have been sustaining themselves by grazing off the olive bar at Shopper’s Food Warehouse. The very idea of that makes me slightly itchy, I think I need to stay in my house today.

FYI: If you go to Folklife and you visit the NASA area and you hear vigorous and heated discussions about RDA, they’re referring to Richard Dean Anderson, star of Stargate not a new kind of rocket fuel.

Also, “DIp” is Klingon for beer.

You can thank me later for this information.

Wicker Monkey of the Month Club

Do nothing and each month a new monkey will be delivered right to your door.

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I’ve been amassing these to share with my brother.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

I have to keep them all because I can’t send any to him, we don’t know where he is or what he’s doing. Husband told me – and I choose to believe this – that he’s in charge of a special Top Secret* genetic engineering project that’s creating dinosaur super-soldiers, probably right over there in the basement of the Pentagon.

*Top Secret until now, I guess

Dogma

We’ve been talking about getting a dog for a while, and one shelter I called told me we weren’t suitable because we could only be with the dog 23 hours a day. That would be in Earth days, so yes, you read that right: 23 hours out of 24 wasn’t good enough for them.

Monday the Washington Post ran a sad article, “Shelters Keep Tight Leash on Adoptions – D.C. Animal Group Says It’s Time to Be More People-Friendly”. The article is pretty balanced, it does acknowledge that there are very good reasons to screen applicants, but also highlights places in the process where things can be improved.

Bill Nighy shrine

I was going to build a shrine to Bill Nighy, but I’m lazy. Plus, someone else already made one. I wasn’t really thinking of a website. I was thinking of a big pagan altar-type affair in the front yard. Gotta keep the neighbors on their toes and all…

That sort of relates to the June blogging theme of home.

Later, when I’ve acclimated to these drugs I’m going to catch up on the last few issues of Dwell. I love Dwell. I’m not going to meet with the designer to go over the plans for the new bathroom, though. I imagine all manner of bad decisions could be made while on drugs. Home improvement decisions, much like tattoos, should only be done while cold sober.