and my dog is, as always, a little stupid and very lovable.
I also have a big knot in each shoulder, which is no fun and makes me crabby when I then have to sit in front of the computer all day. Boo.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
I got a fancy iPod
So you'll probably be getting a lot of this.
Prepare yourself.
(I like how in these pictures Mike is like "What's going on?" Colin is like "Whatever" and Ryan is like "Sweeeeeet!")
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Cat Empire
So, I can see that going to have to learn how to use Flash for the purpose of being able to embed MP3s into this blog -- I like blogger because it's simple and I can easily get at my Picasa web album, etc... but it does have its drawbacks. In the mean time:
I think the horns in the intro are my favorite part.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
It's like a flutter in my stomach
The beginning of this spring/summer season has been kind of like when you start dating someone new and you want to see them all the time and you feel dumb about that. I have to remind myself that I don't have to drink ALL the iced coffee RIGHT NOW. No, really. It will probably also be warm tomorrow.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Car chases make movies better
Okay, so I haven't really linked to stuff here much at all, mostly because I'm not really ironic or well-versed to make that work like it does on Tumblr or people's blogs who Really Care About something and also know a lot about it. But, this is just funny. If you please, ignore that it is, in fact, an ad for the latest Fast & Furious flick.
In other (related news), today I saw a book called "Man Who Loved Pride and Prejudice" (yes, it's a romance) and I was like, "Hey wait that's my life!" Yeah, I'm talking about you.
In other (related news), today I saw a book called "Man Who Loved Pride and Prejudice" (yes, it's a romance) and I was like, "Hey wait that's my life!" Yeah, I'm talking about you.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Tonight:
Ben & Jerry's, gin and tonic, and Dr. Who.
I'm trying to hold that in my mind between now and 5:30. And trying really hard not to leave the office today with a brand new frown wrinkle.
I'm trying to hold that in my mind between now and 5:30. And trying really hard not to leave the office today with a brand new frown wrinkle.
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| My happy place. |
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Runaway
Last night, while sitting in my dining room, I heard a loud metallic scrape from outside. Raleigh immediately perked up, and when he saw that I was also alarmed, let out his Warning Bark. We went to the front porch to investigate, and I heard the noise again -- coming from a dirty and scraped up car cruising slowly down the street with both front doors open. After watching it move steadily forward about 20 feet, it dawned on me that there was no one in the car. A guy walking down the street in front of our house and a neighbor from across the street must have had the same realization at the same time, because they ran toward the car and got in front of it just in time to push and stop it from cruising into a parked SUV.
The guy who had been casually walking by reached in the driver's side, presumably to turn off the ignition. They both looked at the car, inside and out, in complete puzzlement. The passerby went over and closed the passenger side door, then returned to the driver's side. My neighbor started telling him he'd better leave it alone -- and immediately I started preparing myself to see someone blow up 20 feet from my house. I couldn't hear everything my neighbor said, but caught snatches about "fingerprints all over it" and "cops" and "best leave it alone." The passerby nodded and closed the door.
My neighbor went inside his house, and the passerby walked back across the street to pick up the duffel he'd dropped in his haste to stop the car. Ryan (my housemate) and I wondered if we should call the cops, or if the passerby was calling the cops. He had his phone out, but he'd wandered a bit up the street and it looked just as likely that he could be calling a friend to let him in. After a minute, and when I'd just decided to look up the local precinct number, he flagged down a cop on the other side of the intersection and I guess told him to go check out the dirty red car on the corner, because the cop called his buddies down the street and pretty soon there was a cop car and three cops clustered around the car, looking through the windows with flashlights and chatting and joking with each other.
Ryan and I stayed out on the porch for a while, partly curious about what was going to happen with the car (the cops did not open the doors, but neither did they rope it off and immediately call a bomb squad), and on my part, partly out of concern that I be around if they asked anyone for a statement, to be sure they understood that the passerby's prints were all over the car because he'd been stopping it and turning off the ignition, and not because he had anything to do with the car that had clearly been set in motion and then jumped out of and abandoned.
Eventually some more cops showed up, and a flat bed tow truck, but none of them seemed very inclined to do anything. When I went to bed and hour or two later, the tow truck was gone, but the car was still there with a lone cop in a car, apparently keeping watch.
This morning I woke up and the car was gone. Absolutely no idea why it was cruising, driverless, or what happened to it in the end. I've fixed the passerby in my memory though, in case they dust for prints and ever come back looking for statements. He was an African American man, probably mid-40s or possibly early 50s. Hard to tell his height from across the street on an elevated porch, but he seemed about average height -- in the 5'10" range. A bit of an expanding waistline, specifically in the belly area. He was wearing loose dark pants (black, I think) and a white long sleeve t-shirt tucked into his pants. Close cropped hair, possibly balding (hard to tell). Let the record show -- this guy definitely only happened to be passing by.
The guy who had been casually walking by reached in the driver's side, presumably to turn off the ignition. They both looked at the car, inside and out, in complete puzzlement. The passerby went over and closed the passenger side door, then returned to the driver's side. My neighbor started telling him he'd better leave it alone -- and immediately I started preparing myself to see someone blow up 20 feet from my house. I couldn't hear everything my neighbor said, but caught snatches about "fingerprints all over it" and "cops" and "best leave it alone." The passerby nodded and closed the door.
My neighbor went inside his house, and the passerby walked back across the street to pick up the duffel he'd dropped in his haste to stop the car. Ryan (my housemate) and I wondered if we should call the cops, or if the passerby was calling the cops. He had his phone out, but he'd wandered a bit up the street and it looked just as likely that he could be calling a friend to let him in. After a minute, and when I'd just decided to look up the local precinct number, he flagged down a cop on the other side of the intersection and I guess told him to go check out the dirty red car on the corner, because the cop called his buddies down the street and pretty soon there was a cop car and three cops clustered around the car, looking through the windows with flashlights and chatting and joking with each other.
Ryan and I stayed out on the porch for a while, partly curious about what was going to happen with the car (the cops did not open the doors, but neither did they rope it off and immediately call a bomb squad), and on my part, partly out of concern that I be around if they asked anyone for a statement, to be sure they understood that the passerby's prints were all over the car because he'd been stopping it and turning off the ignition, and not because he had anything to do with the car that had clearly been set in motion and then jumped out of and abandoned.
Eventually some more cops showed up, and a flat bed tow truck, but none of them seemed very inclined to do anything. When I went to bed and hour or two later, the tow truck was gone, but the car was still there with a lone cop in a car, apparently keeping watch.
This morning I woke up and the car was gone. Absolutely no idea why it was cruising, driverless, or what happened to it in the end. I've fixed the passerby in my memory though, in case they dust for prints and ever come back looking for statements. He was an African American man, probably mid-40s or possibly early 50s. Hard to tell his height from across the street on an elevated porch, but he seemed about average height -- in the 5'10" range. A bit of an expanding waistline, specifically in the belly area. He was wearing loose dark pants (black, I think) and a white long sleeve t-shirt tucked into his pants. Close cropped hair, possibly balding (hard to tell). Let the record show -- this guy definitely only happened to be passing by.
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