Hey, I don’t know if you kids know this, but DrinkJack is documenting his road trip over on his blog. Day by day, complete with pictures. It is about to get exciting because he is about to meet me, face to face, for THE FIRST TIME EVER!! Unfortunately, there are few pictures of us together as I had lost my camera and Jack said he didn’t want hard evidence that could be used against him.
Smart boy, that Jack. No one can prove we did anything wrong.
Dr. Stevil: It’s Harry Potter day.
Me: I know. I never pre-ordered it.
Dr. Stevil: and that surprises me
Me: I was doing other things… I never got around to it. I haven’t been reading much the last few weeks.
Dr. Stevil: *slow bug blink to indicate disbelief and surprise*
KK: Like what?
Me: Well, the sims. And the chatting. [under breath] with boys.
KK: Ahhh… yes… boys.
Evildeb: What about the liquor?
Me: Oh, yeah, I forgot. Well, you can do either one of those while enjoying the liquor.
KK: Sometimes you can enjoy them more.
Evildeb: Liquor only adds to the enjoyment.
Dr. Stevil: Ok, boys and liquor are fine. But the sims and liquor, that’s dangerous.
KK and Me: *slow bug blinks to indicate disbelief and surprise*
Me: And … there is no danger of mixing boys and liquor? What?
Dr. Stevil: Well, you could really mess up your game.
Me: But… but… if you mess up with boys and liquor, that’s your life! Besides, in the sims you can always quit without saving. You can’t do that with a boy.
Dr. Stevil: No, I guess not… but you’ve invested so many hours in the game.
KK and Me: *look at each and wonder if Steve is serious.*
Me: Well, I usually save intermittently. Besides, if I truly fuck up a sim, I can just kill him and start over. You can’t do that with a boy.
Dr. Stevil: I suppose you are right.
Me: I am so going to blog this conversation.
KK: it says so right there on your shirt.
Look, I know it’s not anywhere near Friday here in Seattle, but it’s probably Friday on the East Coast. And I am tired, have meetings all morning tomorrow, so I’ll cheat on the time.
For various reasons, due to various chats and blogs, the theme this week is submission. Sassy! Doesn’t have to be sexual in nature, but I know some of you can’t resist. Mine is, so here is to hoping that the family stays away today.Bad boundaries! Maybe next week, we’ll do dominance?
Submissive: adjective – ready to conform to the authority or will of others; meekly obedient or passive.
He was surprised she was into this, surprised she let him get her into this position.
“I am not meek or passive. I don’t consider myself submissive,” she said to him, pulling on the silken ropes tied around her wrists. “I consider myself…. barely contained. Still want to play?”
Last night I got less than 3 hours of sleep, the night before I got just 3 hours. It happens, I do that sometimes. But it makes me punchy. I’m tired and I sort of think I look like someone punched me in both eyes. So I chatted up Mr. Moon and asked him for a blog subject, because I didn’t know what to write about. I was a drift in a sea of blank. The following is part of our chat, and an example of why I love Mr. Moon, and am so glad he is my friend.
Mr. Moon : i’ve been thinking about dualism a lot lately; one particular avenue of interest is man’s desire to organize and classify, which promotes a status quo philosophy, and also man’s desire for chaos, which promotes an anarchic philosophy
Jodi: that’s a lot of stuff.
Mr. Moon : but the chaos is also usually accomplished through creative endeavors
Jodi: too complicated.
Jodi: give me something simple.
Jodi:i’d have to think a lot for that one.
Mr. Moon : really? um….
Jodi: i don’t think i can manage that today.
Mr. Moon : alright….willie ames
Jodi: i was thinking i could explain women to all my male readers. they are probably curious.
Mr. Moon : i would love to have women explained
Jodi: i can do that
Jodi: does man have a desire for chaos?
Mr. Moon : yes, i believe so
Jodi: well, we need to sit down and discuss that.
Mr. Moon : too true
Jodi: then i can write about it
Jodi: cuz. i don’t see it. or i don’t know what you mean by it.
Mr. Moon : well, creativity, through artistic measures, has historically taken a non-status quo position. in fact, the art becomes celebrated by personalities that especially tend to appreciate the chaos
Mr. Moon : maybe i’m overgeneralizing
Jodi:: we need some fisher price people, some pipe cleaners, some duct tape, a half gallon of cherry kool-aid, five #2 pencils and a box of kleenix.
Jodi: then you can act out your theory for me with fisher price people
Mr. Moon :: alright, but i also need play-doh – don’t worry, i’ll supply it
Jodi: excellent
Jodi: will we need to be wearing bathing suits?
Mr. Moon : not you, but i might. because the dualism is excellently displayed with a mock synchronized swimming act
Jodi: if it’s sychronized, who are you in sync with? justin timberlake, perhaps
Mr. Moon : well, it does involve a suspension of disbelief on your part. you will have to ghost myself right next to me. don’t worry, i’ve got the glasses that allow you to do it
Jodi: you are so cool
Mr. Moon : i’ve been preparing for this very conversation
Mr. Moon :: but i had hoped that i would be presenting to the berkeley center of behaviorial sciences
Jodi: maybe i will just blog this conversation. 🙂
A very good friend of mine told me yesterday that he has not seen Barbarella. I find that hard to believe. How could you miss out on something this culturally important? I can still remember watching it for the first time, as a young girl, late late at night at my father’s house. On one of those cable channels. I thought it was the naughtiest thing ever. Absolutely deliciously naughty.
My friend says he’s not a Fonda fan, but … what does Jane Fonda have to do with it? Oh, sure, she stars in the movie, but that is incidental. The true stars are the costume and set designs. As well as the dialog. The fact that she is in it really is of no importance. How are you going to understand the origins of Duran Duran, if you do not see Barbarella? [although, I was more of an Adam and the Ants girl, myself, back in the 80’s] I actually live in fear that they will try to remake this movie. They’d ruin it. You don’t go trying to remake the Mona Lisa, do you? Well, there are replicates, but that’s not what I mean. You know what I mean.
Eventually, I hope to to rectify this, make sure that he gets a chance to see it. Oh sure, we might have to get him all liquored up before hand, but once he’s seen it, he’ll thank me for it. It’s so good, it makes the Mathmos vomit. Who’s with me here?
Every wednesday, over the last few weeks, a local radio station called The Mountain has played a song right after their”5:20 Funny.”; I listened to it every week and it just got funnier and funnier to me. I shared it with the people at work, and they all loved it. So when Evildeb said to me, "Hey Jodi… did you know it’s business time?" I replied, "Hell yeah, it’s Wednesday! I should probably blog that."
The song is not available on CD. I got it from Defective Yeti, who has it in mp3 format, if you want to download. But here, for your listening pleasure:
Flight of the Conchord’s It’s Business Time
You know who does not get the attention, respect and accolades they deserve? Three Dog Night. Seriously. Tell me that you don’t totally dig this song. I’ve loved this song since I was a little kid.
“… say the ladies are insane there, and they sure know how to use it.”
sing it with me, now.
I want to thank all of you who sent comments and email with your thoughts for me and my family. It meant a lot to me. I called in weepy to work, but went in around lunchtime, because I thought it would be good to be productive. But you know, productive doesn’t always come easy. I feel better now, and though I didn’t really feel like blogging, earlier, I thought that Grandma would want me to. Actually, Grandma would just like me to wear something a little more feminine than the jeans I have on right now, that’s what Grandma would have wanted. They have a hole in the butt! I mean really, Jodi, can’t you dress like a lady for once?
Also, thank you to all who sent comments and email with your thoughts, and funny links, for me and my internet connection. It meant a lot to me. Apparently the secret to getting it back was waiting around. Seriously, I don’t know why it works now. It did not work this morning, it works now. When it wasn’t working this morning, on my mini or tower, it was still working on my powerbook. So… I don’t know… god hates me? It’s possible. I’ve been making plans for renewed focus on Satan’s Bookclub. And let’s not even go into what I was doing when I lost the connection in the first place.
*gasp!*
Ok, so, here, to honor the memory of Grace, my always stylish and fabulous paternal grandmother, I give you a sassy bathing suit shot of the two of us.
I didn’t go to work today because I worked my way up to a migraine late last night, early this morning. At 9am, I was still trying to get rid of it. And I am in a very melancholy mood. I’ve been in that mood for a few days now, but yesterday and today were particularly sad for some reason. So I took PTO.
I guess I was practicing for the upcoming weeks. My grandma died this afternoon. Not the grandma that came to visit a few weeks ago, this was my father’s mother, my paternal grandmother. I am going to be going to Arizona sometime this week. I haven’t decided how, yet. Plane or automobile. But, again, perhaps in some kind of precognitive preparation, I’ve been wanting to go on a roadtrip these last few days. To clear my head and think about things. It’s not that my life is all sad and horrible and I need to get away. I just seem to have a lot on my mind, happy and sad. I’ve been distracted at work, lately. I probably need some time off. I just thought it would be like happy time off. Maybe go up to the lake and float or something.
This is hitting me hard, and maybe that’s because of my father, who passed away 11 years ago, quite suddenly. My granddad passed away 18 months ago, and Grandma has been sad, and lost and in pain since. It’s not unexpected. Part of what I feel is relief for the end of her suffering. But part of me feels great sadness that she had to go through it in the first place. And I think it’s really bringing the loss of my father up again. Now that his parents are gone. I shouldn’t have had to lose my dad when I was 26, just barely starting to know him. And my little brother sure as hell shouldn’t have to lose him when he was 12.
I don’t know… a few days in a hotel with a pool and air conditioning and my thoughts will probably be good for me. Can’t hurt, right?
Rabbits seem like very timid creatures, but they get a bad rap. If self defense is broken down into two options, fight or flight, they are only provided with one real choice: flight. Not unlike other herbivores on their level of the food chain. But if that is their only defense, they are well equipped to the utilize it. They have prominent ears and noses that help them sense danger. And very strong back legs for flight, and to use as a warning system to alert other rabbits of approaching danger. If you hold a scared rabbit against you, and trap it’s back legs, it will break them trying to kick itself to freedom. And it will scratch the hell out of you, in the process.
But, if you gather the rabbits trust, it will climb all over you, capturing your smell and giving you little kisses. It will eat out of your hand and flop down next to you on the floor with a noisy, almost arrogant, laziness most people don’t know bunnies posses. And, if you gain it’s love and affection, it will let loose into a joyous bunny dance that few people even comprehend until they’ve seen it. Leaping and twisting in midair, full on bunny happiness and contentment. If you are patient enough.
