Light In My Attic

Jingle Ball

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 16:02:32 GMT

Was awesome.

Thanks to my phenom husband for getting me such an incredible early Christmas present.

Owl City AND The Fray!

Owl City's Adam Young is totally that geeky, amazing kid you were friends with in high school. Very awkward, but so cool, it matters not a whit.

The Fray was incredible. I really got lost in the moment and just wandered through the hallways of the music in my mind, swaying and rockin' out.

Cobra Starship was a lot of fun, as well.

Jordin Sparks was lovely (I was totally drooling over her dress, btw; I want a stylist to make me look that good! ). I'm not an "American Idol" watcher if I can help it,* but she definitely is a tribute to the show's success.

Justin Bieber is apparently the child heart throb of the moment. Good thing S was wearing ear plugs. His ear drums might have exploded from the t/ween uproar. I loved it, though. I remember what it's like to be totally *in love* with the boy-of-the-moment on the cover of "Tiger Beat" -- or whatever the t/ween mag of choice is these days. Hang on a sec. Lemme put in my dentures, before I continue! However? I felt a little like a dirty old woman, watching this young kid prance around in pants so tight, he could have been mistaken for the male lead in "The Nutcracker." But otherwise, not horrific, by any means *L* I recognized his radio hit though previously I thought it was by a woman, but hey ... I felt the same about Justin Timberlake's first solo album ... gotta love mainstream's obsession with boys who sound like girls!

We left after the final artist, Pitbull, started. I pride myself on being open to new musicians, but he just doesn't do anything for me. Ya know?

All in all. Great, fun night of music with S. I haven't been to a "mainstream" concert in quite awhile, and while I'm older than the demographic, I can still scream with the best of 'em *LOl*

* My friend is a reality TV junkie, and often when I am visiting, I'm sort of trapped into watching far more of it than I personally care to. I've even been rude and protested once or twice. But my somewhat-polite-occasionally-acerbic cries go unheeded ;) C'est la vie.

Ending never come?

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 18:47:07 GMT

This past weekend I finally finished "Midnight Never Come" (Onyx Court, Book 1??) by Marie Brennan.

I'm completely unsure whether I should try to review it, as it seems unfair to the author ... seeing as how I'm not particularly big on fantasy or historical fiction (take a wild stab at what this book's hybrid taps). Oh, or fictional politics. Don't love those, either. So ... yeah ...

Got this book free at last year's FaeriCon, and thought it might be a good way to get into the spirit before this year's event. But lawd did this thing drag for me. I spilled hot cocoa on it a few chapters in, and I should've taken the hint and put it down for good. Towards the end, I really did want to know what happened. But, not enough that it was worthwhile. Especially since the ending was semi-canned. In my opinion.

Basically, it's about Elizabethan London, and Elizabethan Faerie London. Their ruling queens. Their politics. Their pacts. Etc.

Not me at all. I tried. I really did. And I finished. But it took me forever, and now I've barely touched my book club pick for this/last month. In order for me to love fantasy, it needs a proper anchor in reality. And when that reality is decades and continents away? Dressed in doublets and spouting wanna-be Shakesperean-ese while drinking ale and talking to brownies? I'm just not able to get there. I'm sorry. As I said ... I tried ...

Thanksgiving

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 17:42:46 GMT

I get 2 this year. How lucky am I? Very.

I find it hysterical that S's parents are going to meet the parents' of his sister's boyfriend, though. I can't help it. They've only been together a few months. I think it's super sweet that she wants them to meet. And I'm extremely happy she's found someone with whom she feels happy, and safe, and loved. It's just that the meetup idea is so alien to me. S's parents and mine didn't formally sit down to dinner/conversation until after we got engaged ... after we'd been together 8 years? 9 years? *LOl*

And I was biting my nails the entire lead-up. And during. And, heck, AFTER!

I love my husband. And his family. But I'm still completely unaccustomed to how everything is done. My family is just so incredibly different. Not in a good or bad way. Just different. And no matter how hard I try, I never seem to fully acclimate to C-family gatherings. And I think that's ok :) At least I hope it is. S feels the same about my family's gatherings. And it doesn't make my parents or bro love him any less ;)

This Thanksgiving, as with every day, I am thankful for life as I know it. It's such a blessing. Every nook and cranny. Even the bits that drive me bonkers are worth my gratitude ... b/c that which does not kill us makes us stronger, no?

In other news, Kelly O. has influenced my stomach, which currently houses the remnants of a burger. Oh greasy goodness, you please me so! I'm going to be 4,000 lbs before this life is through. Do they make tall pants for that size? Or should I just invest in a lot of dresses ...

Happy Thanksgiving to one and all!!

The not-awaited nor anticipated return of Pet Peeve Theater

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 17:37:02 GMT

I'm really not a fan of the fact that being a non-germaphobe makes me a freak. Seriously, people? Ugh.

I touch public door handles. With my bare hands, even. And I'm not dead! Not even so much as sniffling. And I touch them EVERY day. LOTS of times. Ooooooooo. Run and hide! I haz germzzzzz!

Bah.

In other news, I'm once again reminded that not everyone is as independent of their men as I am. I love my husband. VERY much. He's awesome and I'm grateful for him each and every day. However? When I am out with friends, I am out with friends. I've been this way since the beginning, so don't give me any malarkey about young love vs our more-seasoned one ;) It's important to have a life independent of your SO. It makes you appreciate them all the more the next you see them. I mean it!!

And PS? I sure as hell don't need a male to escort me to the train station. I don't care if I'm wearing a skirt, I am NOT afraid of my city. I can walk myself to the station. And I don't need mace or martial arts skills to do it. Sheesh.

Life is not to be feared. It is to be lived! Be in the moment. Relish it. Gobble it down whole, not worrying if it's high fiber enough to pass through without the aid of some pill or other. Double sheesh.

Ok, I'm done now. Hey, it's been awhile. What did you expect??

Meh

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 13:27:02 GMT

A Dirty Job by Christopher Moore
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
I’ve put off really “reviewing” this book … mainly because I can’t come to a solid conclusion on how I feel about it.

I’ve definitely decided not to pick up anything else by this author.

But that’s not to say I abhorred the book. It was just … well … let’s just say if I wanted lame humor and sarcasm, I’d simply open up my own noggin and scoop it out from there.

That being said, it was a cute storyline. Basically, Joe Schmoe loser (aka, Charlie Asher) suddenly finds out he’s a reaper when his wife dies and leaves him with a newborn who has … special powers. Lily, his creepy-goth-psycho employee steals his guidebook to all things reaping (á la “Beetlejuice”), so he screws up and brings upon San Fran the wrath of the Morrígan (Irish mythos) and Orcus (Roman mythos).

The most interesting characters are Sophie, the daughter, and the 2 toaster-devouring hellhounds. Other characters include: fellow reaper Minty Fresh (giant black dude in a mint green suit); Audrey, the Buddhist soul stealer/mover who, herself, has no soul (go fig?); Ray, a pervy, paranoid ex-cop with a penchant for desperate Asian women online; Jane, Charlie’s Armani-suit-clad lesbian sister; and a whole hoard of piecemeal creatures in medieval garb (think squirrel heads and lizard bodies in ballgowns *ew*).

Not a bad book. But not anything I’d be inclined to repeat. Amusing. And fairly quick. Oddly enough, this bookclub pick was mine! I thought it’d be fun for Halloween, and the author came highly recommended by my SiL’s bookclub. But, it just didn’t grab me. There was never a moment of “can’t put this book down.” In fact, more often than not, I didn’t bother to pick it up. It took me a whole month to finish. I’m really glad I didn’t read “Lamb” …

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Open notes in puppyship

Fri, 23 Oct 2009 12:54:09 GMT

Open note to Tass: Please, for the love of biscuits, stop eating my socks and underwear!

Open note to readers: If you happen to see a good sale on socks and undies, can you hook a sister up? Give me a ring!

*sigh*

and

*grr*

and

:-P

I ... I ...

Fri, 16 Oct 2009 16:11:36 GMT

I want to adopt Nyla!!

I would put money on this beautiful girl being Tass's mom. *sniff*

I really hope she finds a good forever home ...

"Are pants bad?"*

Fri, 09 Oct 2009 13:36:21 GMT

Saw "The Invention of Lying."

And I was disturbed *L*

I pride myself on trying to tell the truth as much as humanly possible. I will find a way to spin something so perhaps I may omit, but not lie.

But this movie ...

It just turned everything on its ear. I mean, I never thought of writing fiction as lying. And it is. Totally. *sniff*

The people are brutal. It's not just the truth, but the WHOLE truth. No omissions. Ever. So far beyond TMI as to be painful, in a "Three's Company" kinda way.

Amusingly enough, PC (as in the PC vs Mac commercials where PC is a middle-aged balding dude in a suit and Mac is a hip pseudo-metro-sexual), has a small cameo :)

I liked it. But it still disturbed me :-P

*Said by Silly Stupid Human #432 when asking questions regarding the Big Man in the Sky.

Sigh

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 17:42:52 GMT

Her Fearful Symmetry by Audrey Niffenegger

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

In truth, I am sad this book has ended. Picking it up, those first few pages … it was like reconnecting with a long-lost, much-beloved friend.

The story revolves around the twisted bonds of family and twin-ship, love, and grief. The author sends the reader careening between storylines of elder twins vs. younger twins. A generation apart, they reflect each other, opposing and reconnecting in ways that are beautiful and yet perverse.

I spent a lot of time with this book, savoring the chapters, so as to avoid an end. And, admittedly, perhaps for this reason, the ending did disappoint on a few levels. But the book, in itself, did not.

Niffenegger weaves a strong tale, as surreal as it is base. Many thanks to arcadian72, who loaned me her advance copy to sate my unimaginable impatience :)

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Evermore?

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 13:39:19 GMT

Went with Kris to Haunted Poe Saturday night *L* The energy level was a little lower, which made me a touch sad. But, let's face it, my first experience was opening night, and we were the last show of the evening. We got that burst of, We made it through the first night! Let's really scare the cr-p outta these folks and party! I know this feeling from my own shows and haunted houses ;)

By Saturday, they'd already done probably 40 shows!

But, regardless, it was still phenomenal. Kris seemed to dig it. I'm more than happy to go again, if y'all need a partner in crime!

Was going to post a book review, but www.goodreads.com is down. Boo. Maybe later.

Onward with the mundaize.

P.S. - For some this will not be of any matter, BUT the location of Haunted Poe is right beside a JoMar ... ya know, if you want to get fabric and then enjoy some Poe goodness ;)

Quoth the raven ...

Fri, 02 Oct 2009 14:35:17 GMT

Haunted Poe was excellent. By my estimation, at least. S was not as thrilled with it as I. He likes the gorey, wet-your-pants haunted houses. He's not a huge fan of soliloquy, either.

I went through a Poe phase as every good little poser-goth does, at some point ... so it made my toes tingle. It's much more along the veins of interactive theater. Sort of an avant garde haunted house *L*

There are *boo* moments. And they got me. Natch. But the acting -- the scene -- is of far more importance than the fear factor. Which I totally dug.

I cannot say enough good things about the acting. The actors, actresses, singers ... even the ballet dancer and violinist were just incredible. True masters of the craft, in my opinion.

I love being able to walk through the theater set. I can see where, with a group of literature-phobic individuals, this haunted theater could fall flat. But if you love the works, you'll enjoy this night out.

Last night was the first night. If I get another FunSavers coupon, I'll be passing along the good will ... and likely making a return visit ;)

T'ain't no better way to wake up

Wed, 30 Sep 2009 12:33:24 GMT

Than to a scrumptious scone by the Bean. Thank you for taking my late order, swiss1miss_99!!

*nom nom nom*

I absolutely love being related to a culinary genius!

Pups on the beach

Sun, 20 Sep 2009 14:17:36 GMT

Took Tass to Fisherman's Cove, in NJ. He hates car rides, and freaked out when he noticed the air spelled differently (shook like mad). The waves scared the begeesus outta him at first, as well.

But eventually he caught on that this place rocked. He romped in the ocean and played with the other dogs. We ran along the beach with him (I decided we were the anti-Baywatch *LOl*). And we walked along an odd, little trail straddling the shoreline. He was a wet, sandy dog. Yay happy puppy :)

Lovin' this fall weather. Picked up some Harvest Moon Pumpkin Ale (Blue Moon seasonal) in Joisey. Weeeee!!

Phenomenal update; itty bitty writing space

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 13:12:48 GMT

Yesterday was Seth's and my 4-year wedding anniversary. Much love to my wonderful, amazing, handsome, intelligent, generous, silly, wondermous husband :) It was great to get out and have a nice dinner, just the 2 of us. We had planned on going away this weekend, but after the party, we're pretty much tapped out for a bit. S'ok. Day trips are great, too!

Speaking of: The 40th anniversary shindig for the in-laws went superbly. It was nice to be able to do that for them; they seemed so happy :) I have to admit to hiding in the kitchen once or twice ... and was pleasantly surprised to find kragar00's Aunt Cathy (also married in; she's actually my favorite of the extended relatives -- I adore her :) hiding with me *L*

But everyone was smiles. swiss1miss_99 made a GORGEOUS and absolutely divinely delicious, 3-tier cake; 2 layers of lemon, 1 layer of chocolate mousse, all covered in the lightest, fluffiest buttercream you can imagine (my mouth waters at the mere memory).

There was only one moment of drama, and it seemed to pass quickly.

But people seemed happy. They left full and rosy-cheeked. And smiling, if not tired. The party lasted 7 hours. And if you count from when the first guest arrived, it was more like 8 ...

So, yay for a successful dinner party for 30!

Oh, and I had a *happy Snoopy dance* moment on Thursday when my friend K came over. It was her first time to our house, and she said, "OMG, Tass is huge!" And I looked over. Now, she's petite, I will give you that. But Tass's back was at her waist. And I thought, I DO have a big dog! *L* You tend to lose perspective when you see your pet every day ;)

I'm sure there's lots more I should update on ... but I can't think right now. And there's lots to do at work. Have a swell Thursday!

What the doc ordered ... or would have ...

Mon, 31 Aug 2009 14:17:18 GMT

Yesterday I took time off from the DiY disasters and headed out to West Bumble- for a gathering.

The invite arrived very out-of-the-blue-ish a few weeks ago. The host and hostess are actually friends of R's, and while I get along with them, I'd never been invited out by them ... excepting, of course, the karaoke gigs the host DJs ;)

A gaggle of adults just sat around drinking fabulous sangria and eating BBQ food-type-stuffs, chatting into the evening. No reason, other than we could.

There were jell-o shots, as well. It's been a really long time since I've tried to down one of those things *L* It was perfectly relaxing and absolutely wonderful.

I go to gatherings often, but for some reason, this one really "hit the spot," so to speak. Maybe I was just really stressed by the house. Whatever the reason, I'm grateful for the timeliness of it.

Now back to my regularly scheduled program; chaos channel, anyone? *L*

DiY indigestion

Sat, 29 Aug 2009 23:42:09 GMT

My house is officially a beast.

And it. Makes. Me. Nuts.

See, we have these built-in hutches in our dining room. Our dining room used to be salmon pink and the insides of the hutches, dark maroon. We painted the room a brilliant, cool blue. But I decided to wait on the insides of the hutches, as there seemed to be many layers of paint, and I wanted to tackle the project "the right way."

Today I went at it with peel-away goop and a scraper.

And found?

1? 2? 3? Well ... possibly 4 layers of f-in' wallpaper under the paint. ARGH.

My next house will be newer. At LEAST the 1920s? *L*

This "discovering what the previous owners did" stuff is for the birds. Or the patient. Lawd that is NOT me!

Easy weekend project my @ss :-P

From now on, I'm all about the easy way, too. Scr-w the "right" way. Boo.

Tass, Destructor Pooch of Doom

Wed, 26 Aug 2009 12:32:03 GMT

Another day in the life of the pup.

Sunday we bought Tass a really nice dog bed. I'd been hunting sales relentlessly for months. The tag boasted "durable; cool in summer; warm in winter; good for active dogs." It was the largest size available, machine washable, blah, blah, blah. Perfect.

Sunday and Monday he looked at it.

And looked at it.

He sniffed.

He circled.

He licked.

But no matter the enticement, he had zero interest in actually sleeping on it.

Yesterday, while Seth was tying his shoes in an adjoining room, he decided to try and eat it. And got pretty far, I might add.

*sigh*

I forgot to mention on here that last week he figured out how to get out of his newest crate. He was well on his way to destroying this one (although he did, in fact, seem calmer in the plastic than the steel, so that was something, at least!), but instead managed to figure out the locking mechanism. Oh how I wish I had a camera to capture it! He must have been plotting for weeks; honing his skills. Two days in a row, we came home and he was trotting about, happy as can be. So, we decided to test him outside the crate, again. In a small area with baby gates blocking passage to rooms which hold more tempting items for puppy consumption.

So far, no messes on the floor, and no more random items have disappeared into his gullet. That we know of.

Well ... aside from his bed. And that happened while one of us was home ...

I repeat *sigh*

But yay, too. Progress is progress.

Will never look at a black button the same

Tue, 25 Aug 2009 14:48:16 GMT

Coraline by Neil Gaiman

My rating: 2 of 5 stars

I think that if I were a child, this book would have scared the begeesus outta me!

As an adult, I found it a cute, quick read. Borrowed it, on a whim, from Lily and Emma :) Took nanoseconds to read, and I'm looking forward to the movie ... I think ...

I really wonder at how desensitized kids must be. At one point, I thought she'd uncovered a corpse, and I was totaly freaked :-P

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I've decided to re-read the "Vampire Diaries," by L.J. Smith, in honor of the TV show starting this fall. As a preteen, I lived and breathed this series. Sad, but true. I still have them, which definitely says something, as I got rid of the majority of my teeny bopper fiction long ago ;) I may only re-read Part I ... have yet to decide. Ah that a boy wizard made it less embarrassing for us adults to carry around kiddy lit as acceptable reading material *LOl*

Summer reading

Thu, 20 Aug 2009 12:43:11 GMT

Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day by Winifred Watson
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

“[She] sat in a taxi with a strange man and he had the effrontery to put his arm round her. … She had never been so wicked in her life and she had never been so happy.”

“Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day” is another bookclub selection. In truth, I was going to skip it.

But I decided to pick it up, at the last minute. And I have to admit: Winifred Watson’s 1938 novel is so lively, it’s near impossible not to love it. It reminds me almost of a scandalous version of Jane Austen’s style.

“She has to call him in her mind creature, upstart, mountebank, to save herself falling in love with him. If he had only looked at her, kissed her, the way he had Miss LaFosse, she knew she would have been his slave.”

How’s that for drama? :)

Peppered with delightful turns of phrase such as, “Holy suffering mackerel!”, “They’d talk the hind leg off a donkey,” “I wouldn’t take even a bilious attack!”, “Smash ‘em to smithereens,” “a damned fool,” the language is so reminiscent of the time period, you can’t help but giggle. I had black & white movie sirens and rogues playing through my head for the various characters. And I quite enjoyed it, I must say.

I think if you relish Austen and the subtle, sultry sexuality of B&W film, you will appreciate this light, Cinderella tale of a washed up, middle-aged governess who appears on the doorstep of a 20-something theatre vixen, to be swept up in a dramatic day of innocent-sin and scandal. Like a chocolate mint wafer on a day of fasting, this book is something you almost want to not like … but will find yourself helpless in its clutches *L*

“She was set for deep waters, the multitudinous seas to incarnadine.”

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Is my butt Velcro-ed to my office chair?

Mon, 17 Aug 2009 16:00:09 GMT

My dad went into the hospital again last week. This morning he went in for surgery, so hopefully this will not keep happening. It's serious stuff, and at the same time, routine. I will never understand.

Surgery went well. He's recovering.

Work is horrendous. I had a summer Friday, which I spent at the hospital. And all h-ll broke loose here at the office. I'm irritable and I want my weekend back.

Spent yesterday in a pool with some friends and their kids, and it was really really nice. Yeah, I had initially planned on tackling my to-do list, but I said "F- it." And it felt good. The small birthday party for my niece on Saturday did not go quite so well. (She's 9; can you believe it?!) But it was good to see everyone, regardless. (We really missed swiss1miss_99 and Cliffy, though!)

I want/need to stop living at this office.

I dreamt a lot last night; not regarding work. A nice change. I don't usually remember much of my dreams, but last night's were pretty vivid. I was back in 1996. No clue why, but it was very real. And I think drinking coffee in the dream helped me wake up for real ;)

2 books in a week

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 15:00:34 GMT

"Better Than Running at Night" by Hillary Frank, and "Blackbird House" by Alice Hoffman

Both 2 stars for originality.

BTRN was a young adult novel that I was drawn to at a library sale. It was only $1, and has this lovely artistic cover. However, the main character was another vanilla teen who let life happen to her, and only towards the end "found" herself and began to realize the importance of having a dream.

I remember teenagedom as the time when I was MOST passionate and ablaze with dreams. So, these novels annoy the poop outta me. I can't decide if authors have a) forgotten what it was like to be a teen or b) simply lead such a boring existence, they managed to actually not be a teen ...

BbH was apparently a mesh of short stories published in various newspapers and magazines, wholly unbeknownst to me *L* I assumed it was another Hoffman novel. I tend not to read dustjackets of books in my "unread pile." If I liked it in the store, I will like it when I sit down to read it; I find dustjackets often give away plot lines or engage some other device with which to ruin the story.

In ANY event, this book revolves around the many families and characters who lived on a farm in New England. Each "chapter" introduced new characters, but some tied in via relatives, and I kept thinking the the end would somehow bring all 30 or so of them full-circle. When it didn't, I still found I enjoyed the book. Just thought I'd missed something *L* As a short story collection, it was superb. Sad and haunting and magical, as Hoffman's books typically are ...

Also reread "Third Angel" by Hoffman last month; for work bookclub. Loved it even more the 2nd time through. Her storylines are so intricate, you pick up a thousand nuances with each read.

Now onto the next bookclub pick. I'm wholly unenthused and I really hope it surprises me. I read 3 "me" books in a row, so time to batton down and shlug through another club pick ;)

Busy day today. I better get my bum in gear if I want to get everything done!

Saturdaize

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 01:03:27 GMT

Today I officially transferred my Saturn title to my brother. I had a small pang of sadness, which surprised the heck outta me. It is, afterall, the only car I've ever truly "owned" (as in, I did a little dance when that title came in the mail all those years ago ;)

The guy at the tags place wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. When I called ahead:
Me: "Can you please tell me the cost to transfer auto tags to a sibling."
Dude: "A parent to sibling transfer is [X]."
Me: ??? "No, a sibling to sibling transfer."
Dude: "Yeah, if you're a parent, it's [X]."

???

In other news, the poor flooring guys were here from 9 a.m. to 8:30 p.m. ... Because the wiring in our house is ridiculous.

Tonight is a coveted "Pennsic Saturday," in which I actually get my husband to mahself, b/c the host and hostess of Saturday night gaming are out near Ohio and dressing funny ;) Unfortunately, neither of us is in the mood for the dinner-movie date, anymore :( I'd settle for something in my tummy and maybe a small glass of wine ...

wah wah wah :-P

Wed, 05 Aug 2009 12:46:07 GMT

Last time I checked, I chose to live in Pennsylvania, not Florida. It's like a giant swamp o' doom every morning. And I feel like a horrid pet owner leaving poor Tass in ick-house, while I sit in "climate control" land.

I have a wicked amount of stuff I want to accomplish at the homestead, but its so dang hot and goopy that I don't want to move let alone work. Boo.

Speaking of: Work is an absolute beast of late. The multitasking is getting so ridiculous that I have to multitask my multitasks ... or something ...

P.S. - Saw "New in Town" with L & mini-L. Actually quite cute. And it has the "Egger suit" chick (ie, Siobhan Fallon) from "Men in Black" as a costar with a Minnesota accent; truly priceless. If you like romantic comedy, it's worth a peek ;)

Meh on the FB

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 16:18:43 GMT

How on earth am I to be expected to keep up with 100 people who each post up to 15 sentences daily?

GooberButticus blew his nose AGAIN.
RaisedinaBarn changed his daughter's diaper. This time is was #2.
ClasslessAct decided to make pancakes for the neighborhood bunny.
DopeonaRope decided sleep is for wombats.
GooberButticus decided eating boogers is more fun than farting.
RaisedinaBarn thinks rubberducks should be periwinkle instead of yellow.
etc.
etc.
etc.
etc.

You'd have to check the thing 7 times a day to not miss something! Or spend at least 3 solid hours scrolling through the "more update" option.

How is this different from Twitter? Being a non-Twitt-er(?) I'm unenlightened.

I feel like I sold my soul to the devils of short attention spans and minutiae talk (e.g., Heard at a party later that week: "Hey, I saw you blew your nose last week. Wicked! Was it green again? Sux, man. Hope you have better luck next time.") :-P

I'm such a curmudgeon. I'm drawn in by all the update e-mails, and then I feel compelled to catch up. And some of the things people post ... I feel we need more human interaction as a society. Then maybe we wouldn't feel compelled to chronicle every SINGLE ear wax flush?

I'm sure it's a great way to keep in touch. There are way more people I know finding me through this than any of the other networking sites. However, I'm curious as to whether this is actually a good thing ...

In other fronts, I have beyond-sibling family members on there. That's weird, too *L*

Truth ain't pretty (and miscellany)

Sun, 26 Jul 2009 14:42:38 GMT

"The Ugly Truth" is bloody, f-ing BRILLIANT. I laughed so hard I cried! The man in front of us (there with his wife) was laughing so hard he nearly fell off his seat, if that tells you anything ;)

Got pulled over at 2:30 a.m. If you don't know why, you've obviously never seen me drive ;) I completely deserved it. I was uber-calm, and probably looked terribly shady with my bloodshot eyes (tired!) and strong gum (chewing peppermint gum helps me stay awake on the long drives home in the wee hours). Officer asked if I'd been drinking. I said just coffee. And he replied, "Excuse me?" I bet everyone says that. But I really meant it! He let me off with a warning, which blew my mind. Super nice guy. Finishing the trek home I tried to be more cautious, and realized that though I drive that route uber-frequently, I had NO idea what the actual speed limits are *L*

If I had gotten pulled over last night ... er ... this morning ... I would have had to admit to drinking some alcohol. But it was well in advance of my leaving, and it was in a very small quantity. Just enough to loosen me up a little, as I spent the evening in Delaware, at a coworker's pool party. Knew no one but the hostess; and she introduced me to the first 5 or 6 people as Candace. *sigh*

Once upon a time I wished that more than anything I could blend in and not stand out so much. Be careful what you wish for :-P

In any event, when she realized, she explained that I remind her of someone she used ot know, and that she struggles with not calling me Candace every single day at work *L* She was totally mortified. Poor thing. Not a huge deal. Meg calls me "Kandi," so why not "Candace"? I'm flexible :)

Currently ensuring I test positive for opiates should anyone decide I need a drug test. Fresh baked lemon poppyseed muffins = morning happiness. Coconut macaroon coffee wafting delicious scents into the air and putting strength into my gullet.