5.31.01, 11:21am
Yes! The latest version of the Ferret bill made it though appropriations.
We're one step close to legalization of fuzzies!
5.31.01, 8:20am
For the hell of it, I decided to to a quickie search for Ski Mask, of
Thunderbird Theater. He was on public access TV in Buffalo, and was so
bizarrely strange that we were pretty hooked on him.
This is what I
found. I also found a site where you can buy a 'best of' tape.. I'll have
to get it.
If you wander around enough on Iconoclast (the MUD, silly, not the
website), you'll find a bit of a tribute to Ski Mask.
I have no way of knowing how old these pages are, but it's heartening to
see that they exist!
5.30.01, 8:22pm
I think I'm PMSing again. While I was making dinner ("apathy pasta"
tonight), I went though this whole tirade about how I feel like I'm getting
shafted having to do all the girly stuff.
Ugh.
There has GOT to be a better way for humans to reproduce that doesn't
involve half the population of the world getting nearly psychotic for a
week every month. I hate hormones.
5.30.01, 3:38pm
Ok.. two questions.. an informal poll, if you will. Answers to Chatter
over there on the sidebar..
1) should I stay pink, or add deepest, darkest nearly-black purple to the
mix? Catch is, I have no idea what it'll look like with my skin, if it'd
ever fade (the pink hasn't), and I look like crap with black hair.
2) should I set up a webcam? It'd be useless info, nobody really needs to
see me glaring out into the void, but it could be amusing, and we have a cam
that's just sitting there unused. I feel like we should do *something*
with it. (Mike's ideas are relatively unworkable, mostly because nobody'd
pay for -that-..) I could call it "JeniCam" and catch all the pervets who
can't spell.
Eeeekk.. I hate being indecisive.. or do I?
5.29.01, 7:17am
Well, THAT sucked. I didn't do *anything* I'd planned to this weekend for
my birthday. The only thing I'd gotten that I wanted was a trip to
Joanne's so I could snag the new Simplicity corset pattern (on sale, $.99,
the last one they had. Score!)
Faugh. I think I'm going to sulk today.
5.28.01, 8:15pm
I am bored bored bored bored. BORED.
I've managed to read two and a half novels today, and I'm working on yet
another. No sewing, because I just don't feel like it.
Mike left to go do whatever with his friends about 6 hours ago, and I'm
lonely. I want someone to pay attention to me. I feel unimportant, and I
hate it.
I should just go to bed or something.
5.24.01, 8:07am
And I've had that damn David Bowie song stuck in my head for the past two
and a half hours. Arreeegh!
5.24.01, 7:50am
Hmm.. last year, this time, I was freaking because I was about to turn 26.
This year I'm resigned to 27, and quite truthfully, I don't mind all that
much.
The only problem I'm having is my body feeling its age. Five hours of
sleep ought to be enough for anyone, damnit! If I have to get up at 5, I
fail to see why I should be shut out of all the interesting things, that
will inevitably only happen *after* 8:00 pm. To get 8 hours of sleep, I'd
need to go to bed at 9. Gack! I haven't done that since I was about 8
years old.. yeek.. 19 years ago!
Right now, I'm having a minor struggle to keep my eyes open - I went
bowling last night with work, and afterwards, we went to see a Knight's
Tale. Silly movie. Good fantasy fluff.. until you get to the final
shot.
A zipper. A ZIPPER! I mean, yeah the costuming was hilarious in that 'bad
hollywood medievaloid' kind of way, but would it have been too hard to
make the damn dress lace up or something?!
This is the first year in.. well, since I can remember.. that there's been
more than one movie released that I wanted to see.. so far this year I've
seen The Mummy Returns, Shreck and a Knight's Tale. I'm looking forward to
Moulin Rouge, Atlantis and Final Fantasy. Either my taste is getting
worse, or the movie industry is realizing that most of the stuff they put
out is utter shit and are trying to improve things slightly.
5.22.01, 5:51pm
A woman who lives in my building complemented me on my hair today.. she
was about the same age as my mom, and was very enthusiastic about how neat
it looked. I *had* been thinking about letting it grow out, maybe dying
over it, but since just about every reaction to it has been very positive,
I think I'll keep it pink (or something similarly unnatural) until I
either hit 30 or get a job that forces me to look like a normal person. At
30, I'll reevaluate.
5.22.01, 10:59am
Or better yet, I'll just bring my laptop in, do it up using the tools I'm
familiar with, and email the thing to myself.
5.22.01, 9:21am
I HATE DREAMWEAVER.
Needlessly complex, incredibly non-intuitive, and otherwise a big pain in
the ass. I think I'm going to re-do our intranet the old fashioned way,
and use notepad.
5.20.01, 8:18am
65 years from now, it'll be the 1000 year anniversary of the Battle of
Hastings.
Your surreal thought of the day brought to you by Crdwyn and the letter
'thorn'.
5.18.01, 11:11am
Wow. Caffeine should be listed as a nutrient.
I've been decaf (mostly - it's hard to find iced tea that's decaf, and
I'll have the occasional glass of Coke when I'm out) for several weeks.. I
want to say something like 2 months, but I'm not sure. Decided that I've
been dragging too much lately, and it was time to get back to my
stimulant-fanatic ways.
So I snagged a can of Coke from the kitchen at work.. wow. I've forgotten
how good that initial rush feels. I've got more energy than I know what to
do with, and the little headache that was forming has vanished. I'm
happy.
Also discovered the most uncomfortable chair ever. Sitting in it for five
minutes made me ache. It's pretty much the same model as the chair at my
desk, so I'm trying to sort out what it is about *that* chair that causes
me such pain. I wonder if the seat is tilted forward.. I know that mine
tilts back a bit. Hmmm..
5.18.01, 8:30am
I wanna go back to bed.
I currently have Alice Cooper's "School's Out" running though my head, I'm
still tired, and my legs feel like I've been jumping off five-story
buildings.
I'm wearing a simple long black dress with an empire waist and gored
skirt today. I caught my reflection as I was walking past some shop
windows this morning.. with my trenchcoat on, I looked like an Edwardian
woman, I had that S-curve thing happening, the sweep of the skirt, and
just the way that my coat was hanging this morning. Very cool.
Well, the hair isn't quite right for the period (I didn't do anything to
it today; it's just loose), and my little velvet maryjanes aren't right
either, but my granny boots are NOT what my poor legs need today.
5.17.01, 10:19am
On the way to the train this morning, I saw a black squirrel.. he was very
cute, and chattered down at me, and just stood there watching me to make
sure I wasn't going to hurt him. I made cutesey noises, and told him that
he should have lots of babies, because I think that having a lot of black
squirrels around would be neat.
About two and a half blocks later, I saw a dove. Not a white pigeon, but a
real dove. (The head, neck and beak were shaped differently, it didn't
have any gray bits, and it had a band on either ankle.) Pretty, pretty
thing. I was tempted to see if it'd let me pick it up, but I'm not good
at birds, didn't want to scare it, and wouldn't know what to do with it
anyhow.
5.17.01, 8:16am
Well, the other shoe finally dropped. Mike got laid off.
We're going to be fine, he's going to take some time off to write (he's
been bitching up a storm about not having any time to work on his
projects), to rest his wrists, and generally find a job that he thinks
he'll actually enjoy this time.
Financially, we're OK.. I mean, no more madcap tips to the fabric store
buying bolt after bolt of fabric, just because I can, but I never really
did that anyhow (though I'd planned on doing just that once I found that
$%^&*!@ cotton voile; I can never find it when I need it, and it drives me
nuts.) But I'm still working and the place I work for is 20-odd years old,
and is pretty stable.
So what this means is that Mike is taking a forced vacation, and will
likely be less of a Grumpything and more of a Notsogrumpything once the
initial shock wears off.
5.16.01, 2:34pm
I'm falling asleep with my eyes open. Ugh.
5.16.01, 5:22am
Flogging Molly kicked butt!
Totally amazing live. Lots of energy, connected with the crowd, musically
fabulous...
I have an interesting collection on bruises on my arms today from the
pit.. They're my usual really painful, stealth bruises (you don't see them
until they stop hurting; THEN then turn yellow and green and other lovely
colors.) Heh. Kat got a beer dumped on her, I literally fell out of the
pit, wound up shedding my overshirt, hair thing and wristbag within two songs.
Glad Greg was there to be super helpful and hang on to my stuff for
me.
Didn't get a tshirt, but got both their CDs.. They're just damn
good.
And I was highly amused by the sheer number of people wearing Dropkick Murphys shirts.. I
mean, I know that people other than me listen to them, but I haven't
yet met one.
5.15.01, 3:24pm
I hate Ticketbastard.
There's a show happening tonight that I intend to go to tonight. Amazing
band. Really incredible. I need to get tickets.
I found out about this show yesterday. Wasn't sure how many people I was
going with.. worked that out today.
Went to TB website, 'sorry... must order by phone.' Ok, call them. Make it
though the maze of 'press 1 now!' options, only to be informed that I
can't use the automated system for my tickets, and have to deal with a
human. No biggie; I prefer talking to people. Get on hold. Hold voice
tells me that I don't have to wait online, I can use the automated system.
Yeah right.
Finally get a person. She tells me that I can't buy my tickets on the
phone, since it's only a few hours before the show. *sigh*
We're going to take our chances at the show.
5.14.01, 8:01am
Night before last, I dreamed I ruled Hell.
While I normally don't have meglomaniac dreams, this definately counted as
one. Kinda creepy, very cool. I liked it.
Though the way I won power was pretty icky; I haven't watched much anime
lately, but this would have done credit to Legend of the Overfiend
(eeeeeww!).. lots of cthenticles.. LOTS. But after surviving the
initial onslaught, I took control of them, and turned them against
my enemies. Bellybuttons aren't SUPPOSED to erupt like that. I'd
love to know where this particular dream came from.
5.10.01, 8:59pm
Watched Cecil B. Demented.. what a cool movie!
If you haven't seen in, you probably should. (Unless you're offended by
people swearing, guns, and silliness.)
5.10.01, 5:10pm
Ugh. Men are pigs.
Not all of them, of course, but the three drunk assholes on the train this
afternoon.. Bah! I was in my usual seat, and these guys were across the
aisle, upstairs. One of them was busy staring down my cleavage, which
doesn't offend me particularly; if it did, I wouldn't wear low-cut tops.
But while he was doing this, he brought out the old "making love to a fat
woman is like riding a moped.. it gets you where you want to go, but you
don't want anyone to see you." garbage. His friend was going on about
"quality over quantity," and the third one was bragging about how he'd
been cheating on his girlfriend.
As I was getting ready to get off the train, one of them said, "do you
think she knows we're talking about her." I had to bite my tongue, because
I wanted to respond, "do you think she gives a damn?" or "why yes, and I'm
sure she finds you all to be extremely repulsive."
I think the part that scares me the most is that these are the sort of
people that breed.
5.10.01, 1:19pm
What does KMFDM stand for?
5.9.01, 8:18am
Update on the pastry crisis: it was NOT a particularly good example of a
croissant. It was very tough. Ugh.
5.9.01, 7:09am
Arreeeeggh! I need to vent.
It's morning, so I'm crabby, and won't care about this later today, but
damnit! I stopped on the way in to work to snag a croissant at the little
shop at the train station. Usually, they have these bigass flakey
croissants that are marginally good, but they're huge, and for $1.25,
aren't a bad deal.
So what do I get today? A little bitty croissant that's maybe HALF the
size of the normal ones. And she charged me $1.50.
This had better be the best fucking croissant I've ever had in my
life.
5.8.01, 2.35pm
I just had a flash of insight.
I picked up a little amphora I'd made years and years ago, that has been
pressed into service as a pen-holder at work, and was admiring the shape,
and the way it felt in my hands, and realized that if you inverted the
shape of the bowl, it would be the same shape as a Victorian
corset.
It's hard to read this page for very long without realizing that I'm a fan
of corsetry.. though my former dream of being a potter is nowhere in
evidence (it's what I really really really wanted, and if I ever get a
house with enough room for a studio, I may start throwing again, but I'm
not holding my breath; playing with fabric is taking care of my 'urge to
create' impulses, and requires a little less equipment.)
I don't recall being into corsets as a little girl.. I mean, I knew that
Fairy Princesses had small waists and big poufy skirts, but I never really
thought about the means with which those waists were achieved.
I got hooked sometime around 1995.. looking at historical clothing,
learning to sew.. and my attention was caught, and it's been a borderline
obsession ever since. *sigh*
5.7.01, 8:36am
Opened my bottle of raspberry lambic last night.. the top of the cork was
wet and vinegary-smelling, and the stuff itself was foul. That's an
$8 bottle of beer down the drain. *sigh* Majorly sucky.
I wish I could find the Framboisie that I used to be able to get in
Buffalo. Or Bully Hill wines; I'd love to get my hands on a bottle of
Lovegoat right now.
5.6.01, 9:52am
Watching Gabbeh. I want to learn to make rugs and wear long, colorful full
skirts with flounced hems and lots of sparkley veils.
This is a gorgeous movie.
5.6.01, 7:36am
Mike and I are 5 years today.
Looking back, it doesn't seem that long. It's not an "only yesterday" kind
of thing, but more of a "how could it possibly be that long already?"
sort. Before Mike, the longest I'd been with anyone was a year and a half,
and at the end of that time, I was ready to strangle the guy. (Don't
worry, he's one of my dearest friends now. His comment on my 5th anniversary
was "at least I got dumped for a keeper." Silly man. *grin*)
Mike and I have been through some rough spots, and will undoubtedly go
though more, but presently seem to be on an even keel. I love being able
to cuddle up into him, and just know that he's there. Through all of it,
I've always been able to do that. (You should see me
as I'm writing this; I've got this big goofy smile, and I'm tearing up.
Love is such a bizarre, contradictory beast.)
Just think, five years ago, he and I went to Kostas (a really good Greek
restaurant, for those unaquaninted with Buffalo resturants) to discuss a
story I was printing in my 'zine. Mom got it right: she'd said "you have
that 'This is my next boyfriend' look."
5.5.01, 10:23am
Ugh. I have no friends.
I was supposed to go to an SCA
event today. But of the people supposedly going, I haven't heard from
any. Faugh.
I suppose I don't mind waiting for the next event, but I HATE it when I
have to depend on other people, and they don't carry though. I suppose
that this is a sign that I really ought to learn to drive, but the roads
here are nuts, and I'm such a bad driver that I'm better off without a
license.
Oh well. I'll stay in, watch movies (I raided the Foreign section at our
video place for israeli & arabic movies this weekend. Snagged Wedding in
Galilee and Gabbeh. Wedding was... well, one of those movies where you
keep expecting something to happen, and nothing does. Sort of annoying,
but the music everyone was making was fabulous. Haven't watched Gabbeh
yet. Also rented the Virgin Suicides. Not quite a 'nothing happens' kind
of movie, but more of a "there was a point to this movie?" sort. Good,
though.), work on corsets, and start plotting my new pair of fairy
wings.
5.2.01, 6:57am
On the way in this morning, I scanned the headlines on the newspaper
vending machines. Shrub wants to do up a missile shield.
My first though was "But we don't -need- one!" and my second thought was,
"Then again, if he keeps pissing off all of the other countries, we'll
*really* need it."
There has to be some way that the people of this country can show the
world that the actions of the nutjob that somehow assumed residency in the
White House (I will not belive that he was fairly elected until we have a
complete revote, with new, reliable machines, easy to read ballots, no
roadblocks, illegally removed voters returned to the rolls, and concise,
clear, non-biased reporting of the results.) does not represent the views
or opinions of the majority of us.
5.2.01, 5:38am
It's working! All the hell of the Gym is doing it's thing!
I just measured myself so I can draft out a new corset pattern, and
discovered that my waist is an inch smaller, and my hips 2"
smaller.
5.1.01, 8:41am
arregh!
Gag! Shriek!
I almost punched my monitor in reading one of the above stories. You get to guess which one. Bah. I want to move to Sealand.
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