faster pussycat... type! type!

One of my favorite things about Canada is their attitude towards adult content on tv. Basically, after 10 pm, it's your responsibility to make sure your kid doesn't hear the F word or see bare breasts. There is a content warning after each commercial break, warning you about content, but that's it. I love that. We are so prudish in the States. (See J. Jackson's Nipple v. The United Priggish States of Football Watching America for further evidence.)

But the truth is, I'm not a parent. I don't have to worry about anything. Until Wil's daughter comes to visit. Wil and I are not used to thinking about the content of what we watch. To be honest, every single tv show on Canada seems to have a content warning of some kind after the commercial break. You become sort of immune to them. Several times this week, we were caught off guard. I wanted to watch a show about a housewife with multiple personality disorder, as naturally a person like myself would, but on the "previously" scenes there were bare boobies and people having the tv sex. Oops.

We were looking forward to watching tv simulcast of Will Ferrell's broadway show "Your Welcome, America: A Final Night With George W. Bush" on HBO for weeks. It was on Saturday, at 8 pm. So the three of us were sitting on the couch, watching it together. HOW WERE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW HE WOULD SHOW A PICTURE OF A PENIS???? I mean... COME ON! It's not our fault.

If it were my kid, I wouldn't care. By age 11, we probably already would have spoken of, and looked at pictures of, penises. For educational purposes. But I have no idea what her mother's take on it is. I have no grasp of how mature she is about these things. The last thing I would want to do is treat a kid like an young adult before her time. For reals. That makes me sad. Other people's kids are mine fields, you know what I mean?

I know for sure she does not know the definition of the word "muff." Thanks for saying it 14 times in a row, Mr. Ferrell.*

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I apologize, I've been more interested in working on my new blog design, then actually blogging. And I wish I could say that I've been working on it diligently. I was. But then I decided I needed to watch all three seasons of Veronica Mars again. It happens. At least we've had a run through all seasons of Buffy and Angel in the last year. And House. And BSG.

The fact is, I've changed my design three times since I've started. And while I've been spending most of my time on content and layout within MT4, I at least have to have a banner done, to keep in mind while I work. So I am now working on my third banner with built in roll over buttons. It's so sad how much I have forgotten about Photoshop and Illustrator and such since I left my job. I used to be able to make a roll over button in my sleep. Well, just before I went to sleep maybe. Now I have to LOOK IT UP!.

Guh.

I am updating my reading list over on the new design, I used to be really good at keeping track of my books. So I am working towards that again. I have also joined Good Reads, just haven't bothered to add a button or link in the old design. Because I'm all about moving forward, baby. Anyhoo, be my book buddy if you are on Good Reads, won't you please?

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Dollhouse.

Had to share. It looks kick ass. Cannot wait.

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I cancelled my Netflix account last June, on my last trip to the states. I missed it, so I signed up for zip.ca. The problem is, I can't remember what was on my Netflix queue. It numbered in the 100's. The movies on zip.ca do not seem to be as readily available as they were on Netflix, so you need to keep a big ziplist, so something you want is available to send you.

Since I can't remember what was on my Netflix queue, am I asking you for suggestions. Rent any good movies lately?

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Since we have channels that broadcast in the EST on our cable, I have already watched Bones and House and it's not even 9pm. (I only like shows that are one word nouns. And have SCIENCE in them. Science is cool.)

So my feuvision dvd is on, and so is my nanocam. Maybe you can see the fire burning in the background. Très réaliste! I want to break 5k tonight. Which would put me exactly 5k + 2 words behind schedule. I've got to work out a better system for my day.

I think that if I had marshmallows and butter, I would easily break 5k. I have the rice krispies already. I have the technology.

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The TVTropolis promo spokeswoman... a little too enthusiastic?

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The Hour. I watch it while I make dinner.

And I give you this link so you can go watch it online.

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The problem with Battlestar Galactica is, it never lets up. I can't handle the pressure. There is no fat on this show, you know what I mean? It's tense from the beginning all the way to the end. There are no light episodes in which everyone turns into puppets or they decide to put on a play to raise morale or everyone turns into children or whatever. No hilarity ever ensues.

We just finished watching season 2, and the other problem with BSG is SEASON THREE IS NOT OUT ON DVD YET!!

Although, I'm sure that I need a break. My heart can't take it IT'S TOO MUCH STRESS!!!

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Every Tuesday thru Friday, when we are home, we watch the repeats of the Daily Show and Colbert Report at 4pm. The other day, Stephan did a Sport Report. Pronounced Spore Repore.

He's trying to become my hero.

Amelia might have something to say about that.

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The new couch arrived last Thursday. Getting ready for the couch was a lot like getting ready for a baby would be, I imagine. Without all the cute little clothes you get to fold and put away. And hours of intense labor pain. But in the sense that stuff that occupied space had to go away. Luckily, we finally got our promised storage locker in the basement last week.

In reality, this couch is too big for our apartment. Way too big. But, it was just too good. It was more than couch. it was Couch. In the end, we actually had to measure the walls and our desks and other furniture, and draw diagrams in Adobe Illustrator to find a way to make it work. Which resulted in conversations like this
"There, how about that."
"I don't like it."
"Why don't you like it?"
"Because... I don't like it."
"I understand that, but what don't you like?"
"It."
Back to the drawing board, new layout and then reverse the positions of the debate. Finally, we found something that would work. One bookcase had to be sacrificed to the television and her accessories, one had to be moved into the bedroom, and the other remained where it was. Because, really, it's not like we were having dance parties in our living room. What do we need with Floor Space. It's a waste. What we needed was Snuggle Space.

Then kittens LOVE the new Couch.

One hour after the Couch arrived, a box full of books from Amazon arrived. And that, my friends, is why my posts have sucked the last four days. I've been pretty happily curled up on the Couch. And just when light at the end of the tunnel seems imminent, today... season 2.0 and 2.5 of Battlestar Galactica show up. Mmmm... dvd's. We watched, prolly,10 episodes back to back this afternoon, after Wil got home from work.

We so lazy.

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I've started watching Season One of the new Battlestar Galactica. Wil's already seen them and has wanted to own them for a while. I have heard really good things about the show, so I was able to look past the fact it was a remake of BATTLESTAR GALACTICA for pete's sake. Besides, BSG has the single most impressive, useful, and addictive fake swear word: frak. More useful than even "goram" I'm afraid. It's so cool, even Veronica Mars started using it in Season Three. And if it's cool enough for Veronica Mars, it's cool enough for me*.

So, I noticed the cargo hold on the one ship, the one that the President lives on, the name escapes me, looks suspiciously like the lowest car deck of a BC ferry, of the "Spirit of Whatever" type. And by "suspiciously like" I mean "exactly." And while "Boomer" and Helo were wandering around the bombed out Caprca City, I noticed a lot of things that looked very familiar. Such as the building that looked an awful lot like the Downtown Vancouver Library. And by "an awful lot like" I mean it was the Vancouver Library.

All this leads me to one conclusion. I am living on Cylon Occupied Caprica!!! AAAACk! Trust no one! They look like humans now! Run!!!

*you suck, the CW. Frak you.

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The other day I left a comment, on a blog, in which I referred to Wil as my fiancé. Such a highfalutin word. I don't use it often, but the differentiation between boyfriend and someone you are going to marry soon was relevant to the blog entry, I felt. Besides, I only have a few more days to use it. Then I will have to refer to him as My Husband. As in "When driving to the mall, my husband likes to point out the hookers on street corners to me."*

Or I could just call him Wil.

So, I think I am more stressed than I expected to be, considering how simple and small the ceremony is. I haven't been sleeping well, and while the things my mind is worrying about seem to be about immigration stuff, there is a new feeling of stress in my tummy I can only attribute to the fact that soon I am going to have to get dressed up and get married in front of people. It's getting married itself. I think it's just that being a bride is nerve racking.

I've been watching some bridal shows on the television lately. (My favorite is Wedding SOS on Slice, a Canadian cable channel that is so full of crap shows it's slogan is "My vice is Slice.." It's delightful. I took a quiz, on Slice, to find out what type of wedding I should have. See below.**) It would appear that being a bride gives me license for just about any kind of behavior. Serious. If you are a bride, you can freak out, make demands, tell people what to do, tell people what to wear, drink to excess, scream, cry, punch... anything. And it's all ok because YOU ARE THE BRIDE. As a groom, Wil has a lesser power. It may work on other people, but it won't work against THE BRIDE. She trumps everything. Only one person would dare challenge THE BRIDE. And that is the the less sympathetic character of mother-in-law. But that's not an issue for me.

So, I should make some demands. I've put a lot of thought into it, and the only thing I can think of: I don't have enough cake in my life. There won't be a wedding cake. And since I am a bride, I should be eating cake. Therefore, my demand is - cupcakes. I want some freakin' cupcakes and I want them NOW! Where are my MOTHER FUCKING CUPCAKES?? WHY DON'T I HAVE ANY CUPCAKES???

How's that?

*It's true. I always miss the hookers unless Wil points them out. The route to the mall passes a few popular corners.

**Viva Las Vegas! Eloping ain?t so bad and it might be an option for you. If you're not into big parties, being the centre of attention, or planning and organizing things, eloping might be a blessing for you. Just remember to tell people that you're planning on going to Vegas , maybe they'd like to come along and put money on how long you and hubby'll last.

EDITED TO ADD ANOTHER DEMAND: As THE BRIDE, I would like my new Harry Potter book NOW, rather than Saturday. I think that's doable, yes?

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So awesome.

We are off to Victoria for the weekend so that Wil can see his daughter and I can have brunch at John's Place. Wil is also SUPER excited because we are seeing the Transformers movie tomorrow. I'm excited too, but I'm more excited about the upcoming Harry Potter movie. We made a deal. He comes to Harry Potter with me, and I'll go to the Simpson's movie. Which may be surprising to those who know my apathy for the Simpsons. But I don't hate them. It's not like he's asking me to go Seinfeld Show movie or something.

Just thinking about a Seinfeld movie annoys me.

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The movies we watched last "weekend." The weekend lasts as long as I am there. This weekend was Sunday through Wednesday.

One of these things is not like the others. But they are all pretty much genius.

Oh, we've also started watching Lost, Season One.

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I am back at work, but I'm not all that happy about it. It's one thing to be feeling pretty good while you are lying around watching crappy tv. It's not quite the same when you are at work. I was gifted this disease by Paco, at least that's what Evildeb says. And she's done a great deal of internet research to prove it to him, so who am I to argue? He is still out. He was out all last week. So I think I got off pretty easy, all things considered.

Anyway, I have lots of email to catch up on, so I leave you with this, Clerks 2 trailer.

link via Blogography.

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it's very quiet around here right now. Here being work. A lot of people are down south, at the Mother Ship, for the week. Including Evildeb. It means the parking is better and the lines in the cafe are shorter. Hey... Evildeb leaves town and the sun comes out. Coincidence?

I said I would try to do more, in February, in order to have things to blog about. [I finished all the House dvd's, sadly.] So Saturday night, I did something. I went to a party at Evildeb's house. She decided to have a function designed around two things, wine and the fact that Tessa had never seen "Yellow Submarine." Neither had I, but I didn't mention that since it was already part of the plan to begin with. The only problem with this plan was that Evildeb did not serve any of the psychedelic drugs required to make this movie the slightest bit tolerable. The music was good, that is true. But the movie itself? Everyone kept telling me it is a classic, and that I was just too young to understand. As the movie went on, I kept getting younger and younger. I'm surprised they let me stay up that late.

In the end, the party was enjoyable and Tessa and I proclaimed the movie to be absolute crap. Although we did enjoy singing along to "All Together Now" at the very end. Which, when you think about it, is a pretty crap song.

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Thanks for asking questions, everyone! Now I can answer them, and therefore put off coming up with original content one more day. Whew. Evildeb also took time out to answer all your questions as well.

Thomas asks:
I have a question. If a car leaves New York at 5:30am and goes towards Washington D.C. at 55mph, and at the same time another car leaves D.C. and heads to New York going 65mph, which car will be closer to New York when they meet?

The blue one.

Delmer asks:
Does reading crime novels make you feel, um, less smart? (Maybe that's not the expression I want. But it's close.)

I know what you are asking. A few years ago, I wouldn't have been reading crime novels. I only read "good books," and "literature," along with computer books and non-fiction. Wouldn't be caught dead with a mass market paperback. And I had sapped the joy right out of reading. Then I picked up a trashy vampire hunter novel in an airport, and I remembered what I liked about books. I like stories, and I like to be entertained. I find value in reading every genre - romance, horror, sci-fi, fantasy, mystery, comics and graphic novels, general fiction - I like it all. Sometimes a book makes me think, and that's great. But sometimes, all it does is make me laugh, and that's invaluable too.

This weekend a friend of mine offered to lend me her Sue Grafton book when she's done with it. The "S" one. I told her I really needed to start with "A" just to keep things tidy.

I suggest you start with "A." You don't have to, in fact, "S" is a pretty stand alone story. But I just feel, rather strongly, that when dealing with a series, it's best to start at the beginning, watch the character develop along the way. Perhaps less so with Grafton than with others, but why not read the books the way god intended? In order.

Drink Jack writes:
I have started the Grafton books as well. Started with the "A" just to be completely anal (pun intended).

Good boy, Jack.

Any authors that have the feel of historical fiction with spies (similar to Da Vinci Code)?

You know, I'm not up on the spy stuff, so much as the crime stuff. But, you might try "The Eight" by Katherine Neville. Something I read a while back and remember enjoying.

River asks:
i have a huge crush on the guy who plays eric on wonder falls. let's talk about that and how he has conveniently disappeared from tv and movies. what am i supposed to do now?

River, I know you have other crushes that you can concentrate on. I'm afraid that all you have left of Eric, are the dvd memories. IMDB says that he's from Vancouver BC, you could come up here and stalk him, if you like.

"Yawn" asks:
I MISS YOU!
yeah, i miss her... wanna fight about it?

Nope! Missing me is perfectly acceptable.

Kirsten asks:
Um... what's wonder falls?

Wonder Falls is a snarky little tv show that didn't make it past 13 episodes because it was too good and too funny for mainstream America. Who suck. I will work on getting you addicted to it after you are done with Buffy. And Angel.

Evildeb asks:
Are you partisan about bread?

Yes I am.

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We Used to Be Friends (Theme Song) from the album "Veronica Mars (Original Television Soundtrack)" by The Dandy Warhols

I'm listening to the soundtrack to Veronica Mars. It's an excellent show, and an excellent soundtrack. I know a lot of my friends watch Lost, which this season, plays opposite of Veronica Mars, but hopefully you'll check out VM when Lost is in repeats. It's a very smart show, well written, and has fun cameos every once in a while. Last week was Joss Whedon as an obnoxious car rental clerk. [Apparently he calls Veronica Mars "Best. Show. Ever." ] Earlier in the season it was Kevin Smith as, get this, a convenience store clerk! Yes! Anyway, last season is out on DVD, so you can ask Santa for it, or you can come over and watch my copy.

I promise I will watch Lost, when season two comes out on DVD. From what I hear, I might as well save myself the mental anguish and wait until I can watch a whole bunch of both seasons at once.

Survived the trip to Portland, but it was a long day. Put Dr. Stevil, Evildeb and I into a car together for more than five minutes, and it's like driving around 3 obnoxious 7 year olds on a sugar high. Dr. Stevil is my hero because he used his fancy Treo phone PDA thingy to get a serial number for the trial version of Mah Jong I had on my laptop, from the road. Nonetheless, by the time we dropped him off at his house, late last night, he ran practically screaming from the car. It was so cute.

I Hear the Bells from the album "Veronica Mars (Original Television Soundtrack)" by Mike Doughty

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I'm not much of a pc gamer, as you all well know. I've played some play station in my time, and enjoyed it very much. But there is one pc game I used to play, way back in my early computer days: Doom.

Naturally, I sucked. But once I learned the all weapons cheat, things evened up a bit. Lord I love me some plasma gun. But it's not unsatisfying to use the chain saw on a baddie, either. Bloodthirsty? Sure...but you and me baby ain't nothing but mammals.

In addition to loving cartoonish violence and plasma guns, Evildeb and I are both fans of The Rock. Unapologetically, with our tongues hanging out, hearts palpitating and knees weakened, fans of the Rock. He makes us swoon. So the combination of both Doom, and the Rock, in one glorious movie? Well, the Debil and I have just two words for you. Awwww yeah!

Good hunting, soldiers!

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This afternoon I went to a place, up on Capital Hill, called the Central Cinema. It's a small movie house that serves you food and drinks while you watch the movies. The popcorn is brought to you in a bowl. Not that I had any, I had 4 cheese pizza. The serve beer and wine, but no hard liquor. Maybe at later shows, however because shows after 10 are 21 and over only. We were there for the children's matinee. How can you pass up an opportunity to see The Goonies on a large screen? You can't. If the Goonies are good enough for you, they are good enough for me.

Next week's matinee is the Muppet Movie.

When I got home, I got out of my car and started walking down the drive, with a brand new 44 ounce Dr Pepper in my hand, to get my mail. The little girl across the street and her friend came over to me. I don't know her name, she wasn't born the last time I lived here. They had a large pump thermos and a tiny dixie cup with them. That's when I noticed the lemonade stand. They asked me if I wanted some lemonade, so I put my Dr Pepper down and said of course I want lemonade.

"The little brown things are just pieces of lemonade."

Excellent! Can't beat that for a quarter. Plus, the new Ikea catalog is here.

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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?

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This morning I thought it would be cool to wake up about 4:30 am, lie there and try to get back to sleep, fail, and then eventually go to the grocery store. So I did. Six am is an excellent time to go to the grocery store. The donuts are fresh. Nonetheless, I did not partake in any, what I really wanted was Dr. Pepper but their soda pop fountain was broken. The 2nd place I went to was closed! Despite being a 24 hour mini mart type of establishment. Finally, after my third attempt, I headed home with my Dr. Pepper, started some laundry, answered some e-mails and only then could I go back to sleep.

This afternoon, I am going to meet up with Tessa, and go to the Seattle Film Festival to see An Animated Guide to Life, various animated short films. Sponsored, I just noticed, by Apple Computer. How sweet of them! In the past, I have volunteered at the Seattle Film Festival. One summer, shortly after I volunteered, I was laid off, so I had plenty of time. It's been a while since I've had anything to do with the SIFF, tho. Looking forward to getting some culture.

This is one of those blog entries that make me say... why do you write these things? Nobody cares to hear your plans for a Sunday afternoon, ya dope.

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I got this link from bookslut... and you have to watch it, if only for the costuming. [if that's not enough... Sam Rockwell plays Batman.]

Robin's Big Date.

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Did you know that there is a trailer up, on apple.com, for "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire?" Well there is, and you should check it out. Unless one of your favorite nearby coworkers is telling stories of his recent head injury. Again. Because lord knows, you are going to want to hear it again.

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Jodi has nothing to say today, so she's posting a Sonic Youth song.

xox,

Amelia


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Mark Morford's article this morning depressed me. I mean, he's still my new boyfriend and all, but it was still a downer. I came home from work, read it, and immediately had to go hide under my covers and hum softly to myself. Eventually, Pru came and sat on me, and I felt better. So I got up, took a nice long bath, got something to eat, and then watched Revelations. Which is about, naturally, the End of Days. So I can't type long, because I'm going to have to go back under my covers in a minute. It's a good thing I'm not diagnosed with depression or anything. Or have a bookclub in Satan's name. ummm...

Today was my first Stability Ball class, the exercise class I signed up for, which so shocked the world. Turns out, I'm not very stable, kids. I already knew that. I spent some time on the floor.... it's hard to not just roll right off that so-called "stability" ball. The teacher said things like "Now for you, let's just concentrate on staying on the ball, we'll work on form later," to me. Tessa was on the ball next to me, but Louise was across the room, and she was struggling as much as I was. The teacher would demonstrate the next exercise, Louise, slightly behind her, would make a horrible "you are fucking joking, right?" face, Tessa and I would start to giggle, and the teacher asked if she was going to have to separate us. I think we've talked one of my favorite ex-managers to sign up as well. We need a fourth for when we partner up. The worst part was, for warm ups today, we did squat thrusts. SQUAT THRUSTS!! I haven't done that since 8th grade PE class when the coach decided it would be fun to pretend we were all in boot camp, and had us do hundreds upon hundreds of calisthenics like squat thrusts, push ups, sit-up and chin ups. And then made us run. Fun. But eventually, he was caught cheating on his wife, the cheerleading coach over at the high school, with a girl from her soccer team, a student. So I guess he got his karmic payback for that.

Aaaanyway, I'm already feeling "it" in some muscles. Oh yeah, you really feel "it" after one of these ball workouts. No, you do. I'm not kidding. I'm already sore. Leave me alone, I'm headed back under my covers now.

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Because I just had a bunch of New Yorkers ambush me from their speaker phone, question my intelligence, my experiences, my honesty and worst of all MY PRODUCT!!! Usually, happy stuff like that only happens on Mondays. Dr. Stevil said it was painful to hear, so he put his headphones on. And he was only hearing my side of it.

meh.

I want to listen to some tunes to help reduce rage levels, but I haven't had time to unpack, so everything is still in boxes which are stacked around me. I can't find my headphones. Guess I'll have to blog instead. Remember when I posted the song from Shivaree? I told you that I would post the song that hooked me, made me a fan. Since, if everything goes according to plan, I will be seeing them live tomorrow, at Neumo's, I thought I'd play that song for you today. It's called "Goodnight Moon" and for a wanna be gal detective, lover of mysteries and puzzles, is the perfect song. It's a noir novel put to music.

Now I am going to see if I can dig out my headphones. I think I'll keep everything else packed. It's like working in a fort built of boxes. And cube walls. Except Kermie... I'm going to unpack my Kermit.

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EDITED TO ADD: Dag nabbit! That's not what my audioblog posts are supposed to look like. They are supposed to have cute little purple buttons. WHY ARE YOU PLOTTING AGAINST ME, WORLD??

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Last night, Tessa, Dr. Stevil, KK , her b.f., Cheasy, and I went to see Sin City at the the Cinerama. But before we did, we went to Mama's Mexican Kitchen, for food - yes, but mostly for margaritas. Now, I don't drink often. I don't like wine or beer. [technically I am allergic to beer.] And I never ever drink and drive. Since I'm always driving, I rarely drink. But I wasn't driving last night. Steve drove us downtown, and we walked from the cinema to Mama's. So I had a margarita. One is really all it takes with me. I'm a cheap date. One margarita for me, put me on par with those who had had at least two.

Consequently, everything was very very funny last night. Tessa, in particular thought I was hysterical. I thought I was hysterical. The concessions guy thought I was kinda funny, but I think he was enjoying Tessa's reaction to me more.

Me: Stevil, go ahead and get us some seats, Tessa owes me a drink.
Dr. Stevil: where do you want to sit?
Me: uhhhhh.... I don't care.... facing the screen!
Tessa: facing the screen! bwahahahaaa!
Me: well, what was I supposed to say? "Seat 209, please?"

So Tessa and I found the entire evening to be extremely funny. The seats in the Cinerama rock back and forth. In order to prevent anyone from sitting in front of her, or behind her, Tessa would rock back and forth spasmodically, whenever anyone approached. See? Funny! Even sober I would have laughed at that. The movie had extreme stylized violence and it was uproariously funny. Actually, the movie was very noir and full of dry wit, we would have enjoyed it without the alcohol.

But the best part of the evening came after the movie, with Tessa, in the women's restroom. She walked up to the sink, hit the soap pump and squealed.

Me: what happened?
Tessa: I hit the soap and it shot me square in the face.
Me, laughing hysterically: And I didn't even arrange to have that happen! It's like a gift to me!
Tessa: I got a money shot! It gave me a money shot!
Me currently unable to speak coherently.
Tessa: I feel like a porn star.
Me: I'm so blogging you on this one.

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As Dr. Stevil just said, "something good did happen today."

Orgazmo is finally out on dvd, with tons of extras and drunken commentary!

Hooray hooray! Are you Sancho? No you are not! Neither is Scott Baio Sancho.

Everybody say "Geddy Lee!"

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I read, somewhere, that unexplained bruises and contusions can be signs of alien abduction. This has always concerned me, because I am constantly bruised or contused. Naturally, if I were abducted, it would be in the middle of the night, and I would not remember it. Perhaps this is the cause of my frequent insomnia? Anyway, last night the aliens must have picked me up by my left leg, and tried to detach it by shaking me violently to and fro. Because I am experiencing a strange pain in the hip/leg joint of my left leg. Like I did something yesterday to pull or strain it, and now I am paying for it. It's a sharp pain when I move certain directions. All I did yesterday, that could POSSIBLY be called strenuous would be hunt for Easter eggs. And that would be an extremely generous assessment, to call it strenuous activity. And, since I don't have an excuse like Romy's, I can only assume that the alien's tried to pull my leg off. Probably thought it would work just like a Barbie leg. [my Barbie's legs were always falling off. My Barbie took part in MANY strenuous and questionable activities.]

My cable has been out for about a week. At first, I thought it was because of the wind storm. Then I thought maybe Pru disconnected something when she was spazing out. Turns out, it has been disconnected. I've never seen the bill, I guess my step dad takes them. I called him on Friday to find out, but he never returned my call. I'd worry more about it, except that it's probably a good thing to have no tv. I am missing the Daily Show, I admit. I guess I will probably do something about it soon. If I did the whole lent thing, I'd give up tv. Of course, lent ended on Sunday, so I guess it's too late for that. Oh well, you know where that road leads, the one paved with good intentions.

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Remember the spiders who go potty on your teeth? Well, there is a regular spider potty party going on on my teeth right now. Don't tell my mom. Evildeb made cupcakes over the weekend. She's trying to get rid of all her topping doo-dads. You know, sprinkles, sugar, candies... stuff like that. I think she wants them out of the house. So these cupcakes had multi-colored sugar granules sprinkled on top, as well as flowers built out of m-n-m's and little white candy ball thingies. I was unable to determine what flavor the frosting was, because it tasted like Sugar Frosting. Like butter and brown sugar and rainbow sugar. It crunched. I don't think any more sugar could have been added to it. It was pretty good.

Evildeb: How as the cupcake part of the cupcake.
Jodi: it was... interesting. Did you make up this recipe yourself?
Evildeb: No.
Jodi: You know what it tasted like? It tasted like, a bit like... bran.
Evildeb: now, you see, I only had whole wheat flower and I was trying to decide if you could taste the difference.
Jodi: Yes, you can.
Evildeb: so you got a bit of extra fiber...
Jodi: and that's nice!

This weekend, because I have such an exciting life, I noticed that my netflix "friend" Lisa had more movies rated than I did. And I could not let that happen. So I sat at my computer, rating movies until I had over a thousand movies rated! Ha-HA! take that, Lisa! She only has 446 rated. Even Arifa has more than that! Evildeb has the fewest. But now that she knows I did that, I imagine she'll sign on and rate more movies. Because she's competitive like that. Unlike me.

Did you know they now have chocolate Lucky Charms? They do. and they are goooooooood.

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Or at least the best news this weekend.
JOSS WHEDON IS GOING TO WRITE AND DIRECT THE WONDER WOMAN MOVIE!!
That's right, all caps and bold, baby! That's how exciting this is. This is the official teaser poster. Click for larger image.

I learned this from River, and if you go to her site, she has a lot more news about it, as well as other comic book super hero movie news. I'm worried about casting. That is my biggest concern. If they are seriously thinking of Jessica Biel, I wouldn't be happy with that..... well, I just have to have faith in Joss.

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Oh Pamie does crack me up. Do you know how long it took me to adjust my response to actor Ted Levine's voice, when I started watching Monk?

The blog of Jame Gumb, the serial killer known as Buffalo Bill, from Silence of the Lambs. Join him as he details his life with Precious and Catherine of the Well. Read his poetry!

http://www.pamie.com/butterfly/

Excerpt. Response to a CNN article about serieal killers:

"What's true about serial killers is that they're basically losers. In their own mind, they have never distinguished themselves in the way they'd like to."

Uh, you're basically ShUt Up!

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Shaun Cassidy was my first real Fictional Boyfriend.

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I'm not a big fan of Ann Coulter, but I've never read any of her books, either. I'm basing this opinion on interviews I've seen, articles I've read, and the titles of her books. So whenever I find something that proves I am right in thinking she's an idiot, it makes me feel happy. [from Wonkette] Along the same lines, I'm not a big fan of George W. Bush. I am not any kind of fan of his at all. So whenever I see something that proves I am right in thinking he's an idiot, it makes me feel scared and angry. [also from Wonkette] Work to prevent the spread of AIDS worldwide or threaten the effectiveness of international AIDS organizations in order to propagandize your moral values to world that is made up of more than just Southern Baptists? It's a conundrum, to be sure.

whew. That was serious. How 'bout that word "propagandize?" I put thought into that.

Oh, one more thing, I don't watch the Oscars. I quit watching it after Titanic won for best picture. But I can't really escape all the reports about it afterwards, usually on the radio. So, I can tell you that yes, Sean Penn does indeed sound like a dick, or maybe he just takes things too seriously. But what really got me is Hillary Swank. "I don't know what I did in this life to deserve all this," ..... "I'm just a girl from a trailer park who had a dream." Doesn't that make you want to slap her?

Evildeb and I have deep deep prejudices against Ms. Swank. We don't like her. But we can hardly argue with the fact, after last night's acceptance speech that she's got Pluck. And probably Spirit, as well. Can't get out of the trailer parks without having Pluck. Oh, and I believe you also need a "whole lotta heart."

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If I were in a band, this is exactly the type of video I would want. I've always wanted to visit a Burtonesque universe.

Evildeb took the dragon test and claims she's also a black dragon. Which is impossible, since we are polar opposites. While I agree she is probably not a white dragon, she can't be black. I was black first. She should be red or something, that sounds more like her. Exhibit A: she has the S.A.D. You can't be a dragon of the night and complain about not getting enough sun. Black dragons do not believe in the S.A.D. Red dragons love the sun and summer and noon. That's Evildeb. She's just jealous, and she can't let me have anything for myself, so she claims to be black. Soon I will have to smite her.

Josh is still in intensive care, but we hope he will be moved today. Once the threat of internal bleeding has passed, it's on to healing all the bones and rehab. The doctors told my stepmom he will have to learn to walk again, once his pelvis heals. We'll know more once he is moved into the rehab wing. He's got a long road ahead of him. I spoke with him on the phone and that made me feel much better. He seemed to be in pretty good spirits, despite the pain and 4 missing front teeth. I badgered him into eating whatever the hospital tells him to eat, even if it's not vegan. Or I will come down there and feed it to him. I'm also relieved that Faye is there, and can get direct info from the doctors. The cop present at the accident did indeed give Josh a jaywalking ticket. I imagine he stuck it in his coat pocket before they took him away in the ambulance. Cold, man... really cold. The driver got a speeding ticket. Faye is going to get a copy of the police report and already has an attorney, so we can investigate any culpability she, or her insurance rather, has. Hopefully enough to get new teeth.

It's going to be tough, he won't be able to work for a while, he won't have any money, and I doubt he will be able to live without assistance. But you know, he has amazing friends with really big hearts. I'll say one thing for the punk rock/ vegan/ political activist/ nomad lifestyle, you make a lot of good friends all over the country. One of them is flying in from Illinois today. And the local Denver group is talking about having some kind of benefit to raise money to pay his rent for a couple of months. That's just incredible. He's a pretty lucky boy.

I have plans to go over to Louise's house tomorrow to watch "Shaun of the Dead" and eat some kind of animal flesh. Which seems appropriate when one is watching a movie about cannibalistic zombies. As long as it's not human flesh, or flesh from an aquatic type organism, it's a-ok with me. Okay, also no animals that I have kept as a pet. And no lamb or veal. I can't handle that. Let's keep the flesh in the cow-chicken-pork range.

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Sometimes I hate telling super active people my plans for the weekend. Because then they get all sad. The pause and say, "um.. yeah... I have no life either." What? I never said I had no life, I simply said that I have a lot of books I want to read, a web project I want to work on, and the first two discs of season 4 of Oz from Netlfix to watch. I work with people all week long. I look forward to Jodi time. It just so happens I did not have any plans with other humans, this weekend. By choice! No life, indeed.

I just did not happen to mention the most exciting part of my weekend. I discovered that I could apply for a Seattle Public Library card, even though I do not technically live within city limits. Because I work in Seattle. I did not know that. Louise knew it, but did not tell me, because she wanted to hold her dual library card ownership over my head, belonging to both the Seattle Public Library and the King County Library. [I belong to the KCL] Well, no more... because I figured it out. Ha-HA!! Surely, if everyone knew about that part of my weekend, they would not feel unduly sorry for me. TWO LIBRARY CARDS!!! Just wait until Louise gets back from Scotland. I'll flash that SPL card in her face.

Shut up! I did too have a delightful weekend! I like books and the library. And I definitely like season four of Oz. Although, I was a little depressed by the time I finished "Hey Nostrodamus" by Douglas Coupland. But a copious amount of web surfing and random blog reading rectified that.

*Today's subject title is dedicated to Fee, who is watching season 4 right along with me. It's an O'Reily quote! About a potato!

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If I make one more post about the weather... that would just be sad. But I can't help but mention that, according to weather.com, it should be snowing here in about 30 minutes.

On Saturday, Evildeb and I went to see White Noise. I was under the impression that this was a scary scary movie. And I desperately wanted to see a scary scary movie about dead people. Movies with demonic serial killers in stripey sweaters don't really scare me. Occasionally, they startle me. But that's their only trick. And it gets old. I wanted to see movie that scared me. I can tell it was a scary movie, if I lie in bed, at night, and pray to fall asleep quickly so I don't have to think about it too much. And if I can't, I protect myself by pulling the covers up over my head. Guaranteed to protect you from all sorts of evil. So, White Noise, not a scary movie. I would call it Spooky Suspenseful. And we enjoyed it, aside from my disappointment. I made the mistake of listening to an Alternative Rock Morning DJ, when he said it was scary. And you know, I don't even like Alternative Rock Morning DJs. I find them annoying. I must have been scanning stations in my car, on my way to work or something. I guess this A.R.M.D.J. is just a pussy. God, I hate those guys.

For scary, Louise suggests the German movie Anatomie. So does Clive Barker, for that matter. [they bonded over this film. that one time, when they fell in love.] But she also states that she's a wuss, when it comes to scary movies. I have to admit, movies tend to be a bit scarier when I watch them at home. Alone. In the dark. So I'll add it to my netflix queue.

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So I'm back to work today. After almost two weeks, including those sick days. And I have to say, it's not all that much fun to be here. Because I really enjoy not working. And I had reverted back to my natural time clock, which is almost completely nocturnal. I only got about 3 hours of sleep last night. What's needed is an extra reason to come to work. Remember when you were in school, and you had a crush on someone. And just knowing you could walk by their locker and see them gave you reason to go to school? That's what was needed this morning. That extra reason. But we don't even have lockers here. And as I remained in bed, unable to convince myself to get up, I asked myself, "what kind of job would you be excited about returning to?" And I figured it out. Apple Pie taste tester. If i tasted apple pies all day, to determine which recipe was best, I would have been very excited to return to work this morning.

I was extremely lazy over my holiday break. I'm sure part of that was due to the sick. I watched a lot of movies. And a lot of tv. Please tell me I am not the only one who gets sucked into tv show marathons. I happen to flip by vh1, when they were showing back to back "I love the 90's" and I was helpless to move from 1990-1993. After 1993, I did not really move, per se, but the channel moved over to a marathon of my favorite new addiction - Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. Completely captivated, I watched hour after hour, eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and drinking diet sprite. I fell prey to one more marathon, and this one kept me in my pajamas all day yesterday. I tivo'd it. It was a Monk marathon. My new favorite show. I just started watching this show, and it kills me. I love it. I love mystery shows. With quirky detectives. My favorite kind of detective. I was a complete bean bag potato. It's just not healthy.

Also, I watched the first season of "Oz" over the break. I had tried to watch it once, back when I still had HBO, and I think i came in on some intensely violent scene that intimidated me. I figured if I watched it from the beginning, and saw the violence in context, it would be easier to take. And I was right. What a great show!! Not for the squeamish.

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What follows is a completely accurate, and 100% true, account of the conversation that took place between Louise and myself last night, during the credits of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban at the IMAX Theatre.
Louise: One thing I've always liked about British films is that they use normal looking people. Unlike American films, which always feature very beautiful people. Very unrealistic. Like in this movie, it was full of average looking kids. Normal, ugly kids.
Jodi: In Harry Potter? Ah... I see. And who do you think cast the Harry Potter films originally? Hmmmm?
Louise: I don't know.
Jodi: Christopher Columbus! That's who! Chris Columbus, an AMERICAN director.
Louise: No he didn't!
Jodi: Yes he did!
Louise: He didn't direct this movie, that other guy did.
Jodi: But he directed the first two, and he was there for the original casting of the film.
Louise: no, I'm talking about all the extra kids. In the background. They weren't there before.
Jodi: They had extra kids before, but alright. Who do you think cast the extra ugly kids in this version? Hmmm? A MEXICAN director!! Mexico being very close to America.
Louise: No, he's far too busy to cast all the extra people. The background people.
Jodi: He had final approval.
Louise: But he didn't do it himself. They have local casting agents. And I bet they are all British kids.
Jodi: Well they have to be, don't they? Thems the rules for these movies.
Louise: So, you see, it's British casting agents casting ugly, gritty British kids for the background.
Jodi: I wouldn't think they had any other types of British kids to pick from.
Louise: Oh yes, with our lack of orthodontia and such.
Jodi: However, it's fairly obvious, based on this movie, your kids cannot cry on queue.
Louise: It would seem so.
Jodi: America kids are pretty and can cry on queue. We're born crying.

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I finished reading Poppy Brite's Exquisite Corpse last night. Kinda wished I had started on one of her other books, for an introduction to her stuff. This book was not scary, to me, but it was very disturbing. And very gory. I can handle gore, but this sort of went over the top for me. It quickly made me numb, and by the end of the book, while I was still icked out, I was thinking "yeah yeah... have sex with a corpse, ok... sure, fry his thigh and make a sandwich, good thinking." Silly serial killers. I never felt the fear of the victims, so it failed to grip me. It did, however, prevent me from eating anything while reading. Still, I'll probably give her other books a try later. Much later. After my stomach has settled.

I'm going to see a movie tonight called What the #$@! Do We Know. I'm really looking forward to it. I really don't know how to describe it, you should go to the website. But it's got quantum physics in it. I love physics. Don't know anything about it, or often understand it, but I find it fascinating. And it's got stuff about the brain. I love stuff about the brain. Anyway, it's supposed to "rock my world" and I am really excited about that. Mr Moon knows someone that has seen it 8 times. Maybe it hypnotizes you! While it rocks your world. I don't know. We'll see. I'll let you know.

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most everyone i know has the day off. not me. very sad. and unfair. but, since our current president inspires so little celebratory joy in me, i guess i don't need to buy home electronics and bed linens and towels at president's day prices in order to honor him. phooey on him. no towels for you!

it's a shame i don't have the day off because it's all stormy outside. very windy and raining. last night, my neighbors storage closet door, which is outside on the porch, was open and it kept banging against the building in the wind. right next to my bedroom. it woke me up at 4am and i never went back to sleep. you know, on the weeknights, i'm lucky if i get five hours of sleep. that cannot be good for me. but, as i was saying, it's stormy outside and raining. it's a perfect day to stay curled up in the Purple Chair and read. because i really don't get the chance to do that very often. [sarcasm]

on saturday, i went to see The Triplets of Belleville with louise. it was excellent. the music was especially enjoyable. i also learned a new scottish slang word. To Sook, meaning To Suck. not sure of the spelling. anyway, louise's cat is named muffy, but they call her sookie because she sucks on things. like socks. also, this term can be used in conjunction with candy, or "sweeties" as we like to say. for instance, a sookie sweetie would be some kind of hard candy. every day is a vocabulary adventure with louise.

after that, we walked all over capital hill, exploring things. louise has a much more compatible shopping style, with me, than evildeb. evildeb is slooooooow. half the time i end up outside the store sitting on a bench waiting for her. if i was holding her purse, i would look like her husband. louise and i are quick. so we covered a lot of ground. we stopped in the legendary toys for babeland. it was very crowded, perhaps owning to the fact it was valentines day? i do not know. toys in babeland is the best sex toy shop ever. first of all, the toys are taken out of the packaging, and placed on kiosks. so you can play with them. and you don't have to look at the packaging. when you chose what you want, they go and get a packaged version. this is great. the lack of packaging alone cuts the sleaze factor down to almost nothing. plus, you get to play with them. test the strength of the active toys.. see how much kick a certain toy has. this is the most fun when you are with someone, and you can both make your observations and comments on the individual toys together. the store has a counter of samples of all the lubes, and all the condoms have one blown up next to the display, to show size and color and whatnot. like little banana balloons. there are no videos or dvd's. their are books, but they are erotica and techniques. no magazines. it's a very classy, and obviously interactive, place. you can get a waterproof rubber ducky vibrator. did you know that? looks just like the regular rubber duckies. feels like them too, it's rubber. but it has a special little switch. dr. stevil didn't understand why a vibrator not shaped in a phallic manner would be worth anything, be any fun. but he's a boy, a gay one at that, so he doesn't understand. oh and they had a swing in the middle of the room. i wish one time, when i was in, they'd have someone trying it out. not TRYING IT OUT as in nekkid and naughty, but just sitting in it, to see how it feels.

after that, comic book stores and greasy american diner food. so it was a good day, all in all.

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i took the netflix plunge. i’ve put it off for a very long time. i haven’t been watching or renting a lot of movies. i’ve been doing more reading, than anything else. and then i was doing more writing. but lately i’ve been missing movies. i’ve watched almost every movie in my library in since nanowrimo ended. well, i used most of them to procrastinate during nano, actually. but basically, the thing that made me sign up is this. cute boys. i watched a movie on the sundance channel called “particles of truth.” it stars gale harold of queer as folk fame. i had showtime during seasons one and two of that series, but i have not seen season three. it’s due out on februrary 24th. but after watching that movie, i had a dream with gale harold in it. sigh... thank you god or goddess of dreams. anyway, i missed brian kinney... i had not seen QAF since the end of season two. mmmmmm.... brian kinney. i decided i needed to watch seasons one and two again. and i simply cannot make myself go to blockbuster, because i HATE THEM. and i can’t make myself go to hollywood video because i have a $20 late fee balance. plus, it just sounds easier to get them from netflix. i should have the first three discs by monday, they say. right in time for my xmas break. perhaps if start watching seasons one and two of QAF, i can have gale harold dreams EVERY NIGHT!!! *sigh* OH! bonus, spike showed up in my dreams as well.

i desperately need to go home and go back to bed. seriously.

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