| hello, baldo! |
[Nov. 22nd, 2009|09:45 pm] |
Erg... ready for this toe to be healed. Another painful ingrown on the same toe as always, another dozen painful numbing shots, another nail removal, another nail bed destroyed, another week of limping around while my toe looks like it has leprosy... I'm done with it. Just cut it off next time.
So a few days ago, both the asshole ex AND one of my first boyfriends sent me facebook friend requests within 24 hours. Creeeepy. I was wearing 'Eau de Ex' or something.
I obviously denied the ex's request and blocked him with the quickness (OK, and maybe also with a Shaquita headroll, waving some pointed fingers in the air while barking "Oh no he did NOT just send ME a friend request! Must be OUT yo' goddamn MIND!") As for the first boyfriend, I accepted the request... I've accepted other high school classmates I'm not particularly close to, just to be polite, so no reason to deny him.
This is gonna sound really superficial, but man oh MAN my old boyfriend is bald! It makes me smile a bit... kinda one of those "well, we weren't meant to be anyway. Good thing too, I hate repeatedly assuring men that yes, they still look good now matter how little hair they have." J sometimes asks me if his hairline is farther back than whatever time ago, but he's 31 and nowhere near bald. My ex is my age and has major chrome dome. |
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| 2 musical things I can do without |
[Oct. 9th, 2009|07:26 pm] |
1) Industrial music has officially overused Full Metal Jacket sound clips. Seriously, there don't need to be any more stompy club songs sampling R. Lee Ermey.
2) The Beatles are having a renaissance this year, with the 40 year Woodstock anniversary and the release of "Rock Band: Beatles". I do love the Beatles... but I don't need to hear "Come Together" again any time soon. Seems like every commercial under the sun is using that song.
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[Oct. 7th, 2009|07:53 pm] |
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uuuugggghhhh...
I've had a flu for the last 3 days and I feel like death warmed over. I'm sure I've had a flu since high school, but the last one this bad that I can remember was at least 13 years ago. I remember laying on the bed in my sister's room (Mom was washing my bed stuff because I had sweated through all of it) and just thrashing around in the peak of my fever, cursing the blankets that Mom insisted I keep over me. That bad part came yesterday- laying on the couch and rolling around like a person possessed. I feel better now but I'm still having night sweats, hot/cold/hot episodes, headaches and I'm bringing up stuff when I cough. And poor Andrew is sick too, only his bad symptoms seem to be visiting him a day after me. So now I'm feeling vaguely better and he's working through the rough patch.
I feel like I HAVE to go into work tomorrow... I already feel bad enough for missing 2 days work on my 2nd week on the job. But I don't want to push myself when I should be resting and make the flu last longer. This decision would be much easier if my boss wasn't so... I don't know. Not a bitch, but it seems like she's caring while incredibly business minded. Like she'll say "Oh you just take your time, these viruses can be nasty", but then her voice will have an emphasis when she says "See you tomorrow". Kinda like "I know you're sick, but get better."
I just hope I'm better by this weekend. I've got my Witchapalooza outfit all ready and if I miss that event and seeing Malcom McDowell and the chance that he'll sign my copy of A Clockwork Orange, I will be VERY put-out.
(random thing that cheered me up, tho: 7-11 is full of Domo stuff right now. Domo coffee cups, Domo Slurpee straws, Domo comic book, Domo DVDs, Domo plushies, and the whole place is plastered with Domo signage... *looooove!* I only wish these major retailers wouldn't push a Domo campaign just during Halloween. Domo's great for any time of year!!)
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| while I was typing that last one... |
[Oct. 2nd, 2009|11:12 pm] |
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I was watching my DVR'ed Project Runway, and Louise Black - one of my favorite contestants and long-admired Etsy designer - was given the 'Auf Wiedersehen'. I would've liked to see what she'd produce on an avant-garde challenge. (I guess it's good thing I already own one of her waist cinchers, as I imagine adding television to her resume will only make her fashion prices even higher!) |
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| low pay can suck it |
[Oct. 2nd, 2009|10:53 pm] |
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oh that's SO funny- a viral video of a baby dancing along to Beyonce's "Single Ladies" video. That's SO clever and original and cute and funny. That baby is precious. It should be posted to every social networking site I belong to. SO funny. HA HA HA.
(seriously, if ONE more person I know posts that guddam link...!)
Sorry if I'm snarly but this week has sucked... like my new job! The new job that stinks AND pays me practically nothing, what a dynamic duo of suck. Here's how I came home this week:
Monday: Crying. Overwhelmed, didn't feel at all confident I could do the job, and when I feel so incredibly unassured, I get frustrated (and bad frustration usually makes me cry)
Tuesday: Sadness/frustration not so acute, but deep depression over my regretable career path setting in
Wednesday: Can't be depressed because I'm too busy being pissed off... damn near cross-eyed in anger. More on that in a mo.
Thursday: Tired from the emotional rollercoaster of the previous days and, well, just plain tired. I am not a morning person and this 'getting up @ 7am every day' crap BA-LOOOOOWS!
Friday: One long goddamn week- I don't even wrap my head around another week, another month, another... *I don't even wanna think it*. Got my well-deserved drink on after work.
Now 1/2 of the worst stuff has all been thanks to one person: Pat. Ooooh Pat. My direct supervisor Pat. New bane of my existence Pat. This is the woman who interviewed me; I knew something was off when my interview lasted 2 hours (which is bad enough) and 100 minutes of that was her *yap yap yap yap*. She can talk the bark off a tree. And, as I found out when I started work, she's an OCD micromanager. She's nice and means well, but that doesn't keep me from wanting to choke her. She gets on a tangent about something and won't. leave. me. ALONE. And she'll get in these moods where every 5 minutes she's back at my desk, ragging on me about something new.
So on Wednesday she was in one of these moods... bugging me, overexplaining everything AND doing it in that simplistic 'talking a 5 year old' tone (She explained the components of a spreadsheet to me. For real.) and the straw that broke the camel's back was after half-hour straight of nitpicking me, she says "Now we just have a little problem with this, (waving her hand around my chest) we're showing way too much up here. The shirt's fine, just pull it up. Make that neckline higher." I just about snapped. All I could think was how DARE you! THIS is indecent to you?? The freaking neckline is straight, not even a bit pointed down, and it barely touches the top of my cleveage. My tits are not flopping out! Since being let go from my old casual office in March, I've built a wardrobe for a new work environment. I know better than to wear a 'titty top' to the office, I wouldn't wear something I knew to be racy in a professional workplace- yet she's asserting that I am, and that's insulting. She can suck it. I posted a picture of my lavender blouse of lewdness on Facebook, because it was a good way to vent. I swear when it's time, I'm telling her I'm quitting while wearing a spaghetti strap cami and underbust corset, to really push up the boys and ruffle her feathers. GAAARRRAAARRR. |
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| "a lotta work for no reward" |
[Sep. 28th, 2009|09:20 pm] |
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My initial thoughts upon leaving my new office at 5pm, after my first day of work:
... crap. |
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| same ol' forum behavior *tsk tsk* |
[Sep. 27th, 2009|12:45 pm] |
I've been following the sad story about the murder of "Pops" Fisher, well-known security guard fixture of the corner of 20th & K. I always saw him outside the gay clubs, he opened doors for me many a time. I think the Sac Bee article about Pops could've done without the comment section, as the whole thing downgraded to a big stinky flame war within 12 hours of the article being posted.
There are currently 2 flame wars. The first is people barking about how stupid and unnecessary the Bee's comment about Pops' personal life was (honestly, was it vital to the story that despite him being a gay bar security guard, he was in fact married to a woman? Come on.) and people yelling back at them for getting off topic. The second war is between the posters who "know" the perp and defend him, and everyone else who took the story at face value. That value being: this kid killed a man, it doesn't matter if the kid volunteered for community service. My favorite retort to that defense: "And Hitler was a lover of animals. Benito Mussolini was reknown for his interests in literature. Ted Bundy was described by the people that knew him as a charming, charismatic man."
I'll be interested to see what becomes of this case. All I know for sure is that first impressions mean something, and the perp's myspace profile doesn't do him any favors.... looks like a frat-boy douche. |
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| ...and stuff.... |
[Sep. 24th, 2009|01:22 pm] |
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Let's see....
I'm THIS close to writing off bio-dad for an undisclosed amount of time. In one week he made a comment about my mom AND about my weight- neither time did I bring up those subjects, he just threw in these little comments out of the blue. To compound issues with the last comment, it was while me and the family were doing the Sacramento HeartWalk, so I couldn't make a scene right then and there. But before we left William Land Park, he pulled me aside and said "Are you getting all pissy over the weight comment? Why are you so damn sensitive over everything? You need to get a sense of humor!"
... That's my dad: gasoline poured over a fire. I'm NOT sensitive over everything and I DO have a sense of humor. I'm willing to bet that just about every woman will take exception to unwarranted, snotty comments about their weight or their mother. Especially by a man who has never had a good grasp on how to raise a daughter... what did I expect, though, he's been married 4 times. He really is his mother's son- they've both made messed-up comments on the same subjects. Sometimes I wonder why I deal with these family members who I can only have a strained relationship with by always walking on eggshells and hiding my real feelings. I try to think of what mom would do...
More interviews. I had three last week, one of which went really well, and then they sent me the "Thanks for the interview but NO JOB FOR YOU" email 4 hours later. That one really threw me off, I thought I aced that interview. Another one yesterday that I have no idea if it went well; the lady was an excessively chatty person, so I can't take her talking to me for 2 hours as a good sign. J told me that I've had more interviews in these past 2 months than he's had his whole life... not a comforting statement. My current EDD claim goes until March. I would've never thought that I'd need unemployment for that long, but now I'm not so sure.
Not having disposable income is killing me, especially with my favorite time of year approaching. Had to give up tickets for Kylie Monogue, might have to cancel Eddie Izzard in January, can't buy a Halloween costume, might go to the Folsom Faire but can't take advantage of all the awesome vendors.... AAAUGH, it's so annoying! And since Halloween is on a Saturday this year, everyone with a house is throwing a party, all the clubs will be doing something special, the Zone Ball will be on that night- obviously there's plenty of things for people to attend. But there are still a dedicated few who are bugging me about throwing a house party. I don't have much money to do so, and I don't want to throw a party that only 3 people will attend. (Then I'd have to stay home and deal with children begging at my doorstep... blech.)
At least I have a little something to amuse me- my high school is apparently too cheap to throw a 10-year reunion, or even lend out the school gym for others to organize it, so some of my graduating class is throwing a podunk November BBQ in William Land Park ...with a bouncey-house! That's the ol' low-rent Knights spirit! XD |
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| could he be more of an ASS? |
[Sep. 14th, 2009|01:29 am] |
I admittedly don't know much about Kayne West- I've downloaded a few of his singles and that's about it. Seems like every time I hear a news story about him, it's about Kayne having an outburst (always on stage at some awards show) proclaiming he/someone he's chosen to defend had been done wrong... and tonight's no exception. Come on, man, didn't you say that South Park spoofing you opened your eyes to how the public sees you and you were going to change? I guess there's no rush on that....
Kayne's Onstage Outburst Leaves Crowd Booing
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| weekend miscellany AKA Sum's box of 'doesn't matter' |
[Sep. 14th, 2009|12:01 am] |
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Thursday: me & Irene went to Oakland for the Yeah Yeah Yeahs concert. Awesome: the YYY's and the 1st opening band Queen Sea Big Shark, a band of thin young Chinese people dressed in fashionable indie clothes and jumping around in that impossibly-cute asian way that us white kids can't even come close to. (OK, Karen O can come close, but she's just one gal!) Not so awesome: the 2nd opening band and the crowd and the people outside the venue... although the last two DID provide some amusement for Yen and I. There were the usual black guys hitting on me because of the huge badunkadunk (and my first black lesbian... hey, I'm diversifying!) the weasly short annoying guy next to us at the concert who said jerky things (he screamed "Free Tibet!" when QSBS announced they were from Beijing- even his friends were like ".... really?") the pack of howler monkeys who were screaming so loud that they were literally louder than the concert music and made my ears ring, the guy at the gas station right after the concert, who was trying to 'school' the cashier about how Journey is a much better band than the Beatles. No dude, seriously, cuz the cashier had on a Beatles shirt, and did he know that Journey's a way better band, and has he even listened to Journey, because "Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin'" will, like, totally change his musical perspective.
Friday: After getting home late from a concert, what's the last thing I want at 8:30am the next morning? That would be the skylight guys magically appearing, ready to work and makes lots of noise for hours on end. This whole re-roofing/bathroom ceiling renovation was necessary, especially with winter advancing, but geez it has taken weeks and weeks longer than expected. And they just come and go, you never know when they're going to show up or how long they'll be. At the very least the timing was fortuitous, since they got the skylights installed on Friday and there was hail and rain Saturday morning. (Before they came on Friday, we had open holes in the ceiling with crappy thin plastic lining stapled over it. We've had bugs, leaves, random garbage blowing into bathroom for 3 weeks.)
Saturday: The attempt to touch-up my roots was a FAIL. We found a blond shade that closely matched my current color, J applied it to the roots, and when I rinsed it out my roots and tips were orange. I don't know what kind of sorcery THAT was... I didn't buy an orange shade and it wasn't even applied to the tips! So we had to get a very light (see: white) bleach blond to ensure that the 2nd round of dying worked. It did, but now my hair's WAY lighter than I wanted and my hair isn't happy that it was dyed twice in one day. I just wanted my hair to look OK for some upcoming interviews... hopefully "Daddy Issues Platinum" is somehow better than 2+ inches of dark roots. We also saw the new Studio Ghibli flick "Ponyo". It was OK, not my favorite Miyazaki joint. The story and the animation style left a bit to be desired.
Sunday (today): Drove my love to the airport so he can fly away from me again... another week-long business trip to craptastic Cleveland, another lonely week. I watched my Sunday shows True Blood and Mad Men and barely did anything else. (Mad Men had a line to the female lead: "You're a house cat... you're very important and have little to do". It almost made me cry. I've been cooped up at home too long.) Feeling lonely and isolated and socially dead and invisible and lonely. At least I have 3 interviews this week, so that will give me a little to look forward to. |
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| waaaah |
[Sep. 7th, 2009|08:54 pm] |
waaah gardening woes waaaaaah!
Oh the fun of gardening on the surface of the sun Sacramento. We're planning a major gardening overhaul - next month we're planting bulbs and moving the roses (once they go dormant) across the yard to a less overly-sunny place. The backyard is silly with sun exposure and there's plenty of full-sun flowers I want to plant, but the problem is figuring out placement, color combinations, protection from our curious dog, etc etc. There aren't any pre-existing flowers beds in the backyard, so anywhere we put them will require soil prep and fence placement. And figuring out what flowers to put in my small patio pots, since apparently every flower on earth needs at least a foot to spread.
And the flower beds that border the front of the house are total shade... and the only flower choices we have are flowering shrubs or impatiens. Azaleas, camellias, hydrangeas, rhododendrons and impatiens. BORING. Lilies can work, but none of the strains I like. And every stinking garden section employee in the town points me to full-sun/partial-shade plants... what part of FULL shade do you not get?
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| Hey, LJ. Long time, no post |
[Aug. 3rd, 2009|12:50 pm] |
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...because, well, what is there to say?
My 'job assigment got terminated' on July 10- I know it was just a temp job but still, I liked that place and hated leaving. And I REALLY hate not having income yet again. And the employment agency who placed me in that job certainly hasn't been stressing themselves trying to find me something else. So back to looking for jobs... words can't describe my pleasure over this. I put in applications every day, and I've had ONE interview since being let go. It's not very comforting and my outlook is bleak. The one interview was last week, I'll supposedly know by tomorrow if I have the job... I'm not holding my breath.
So what since then? A lot of house work, preparing for Jenna's arrival in less than 2 weeks and our house party at the end of the month. This was one of those not-fun weekends because you're staying home and working your butt off, but at least you have the satisfaction of sore muscles and crossing stuff off of your to-do list. Got that ugly brown hallway painted, the guest bathroom scraped and painted, the garage sorted, took inventory of mom's inheritables so Jen and I can split things up, put up shelves and hung up pictures in the closet, hung up more wall stuff throughout the house, gave the dog a bath, hung up curtains (well, curtain) in the bedroom, etc etc. Feels nice to have accomplished a good amount of work, especially since I'm not currently working/earning my keep.
Random activity!: last night we came across a cold, loneyly homeless BevMo shopping cart and gave it a loving home. No, we didn't lift it from the BevMo parking lot, it was a mile away in the WalMart lot- someone must have walked it all that way then abandoned it. We figured it would make a great piece of decor for our white trash party ;p |
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| Welcome to the neighborhood. I hate you. |
[Jul. 7th, 2009|09:19 am] |
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We have new neighbors in the rental property on the Watt Ave side of our house, and I already hate them. Saw them a few times over the weekend, they moved in yesterday. Didn't actually see them, just kept seeing 2 SUV's in the driveway with the doors open and lots of boxes inside.
So the way our bedroom is set up, is our bed faces away from that house and there's a high window over our headboard. When it's dark and that house's porch light goes on, the opposite wall we face from bed gets lit up- that light wakes me up, as I'm a very light sleeper. Our last set of neighbors never went in their back yard past 10pm, I guess I was spoiled.
12:30am- I go to sleep. Haven't gotten a good night's rest in 2 nights now, so I was really hoping to sleep well.
1am- I awake to Lili whining and looking out the other open window. I see the wall lit up and hear noise coming from the neighbor's yard, Lili obviously hears it too and it's driving her nuts. I get her to lay back down on her bed and patiently wait for the porch light to go off and for them to go back inside. (I wasn't too irked the first time- even though I don't putz around in our backyard after midnight, I understand staying up late.) Porch light goes off, I go back to sleep.
1:30am- Lili's going nuts again, porch light back on, they're back making noise in their back yard. I give up and close the open window, which sucks because the breeze helps me sleep. I try to wait it out again but I can even hear their goddamn noise through the closed window. I try to see what they're doing through the window over the bed- I can just see their outlines, but there's a lot of trees in the way so I have no clue what they're doing. It sounds like they're digging in deadpan dirt and not trying to be quiet. This time it goes on past 2am and I'm vastly irritated. Finally fall back asleep.
4:30am- Light back on, Lili can still hear stuff through the closed window. This time even J wakes up, (probably due to my expletive-laden rant I embark on) he can't see them either but hears the noise. I'm just fuming- what is SO important to do in your back yard that it MUST be done at 4:30 (and various other times in the same night)?? At this point I've been awaken so many times that I don't fall back alseep until the sky starts getting light.
6am- Lili usually sleeps the whole night and only wants out when we get up, but she's been wound up all night and won't stop whining and pacing, so J lets her out early. She then barks at the neighbor's yard for an hour or so- can't very well sleep through that.
All told, got no sleep last night, woke up feeling miserable this morning. I blame it all on them. Honestly, what could you be doing in your backyard off and on ALL damn night? Especially when you use a bright porch light that shines into my house and two other neighboring houses. If you're going to do speed or meth to the point you have to stay up all night and do something random, for fuck's sake DO IT INSIDE ya inconsiderate jerks.
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| attention Japanese women: my uterus is not for patting |
[Jun. 29th, 2009|09:12 pm] |
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yesterday was Nana's 80th birthday. The family took her out to lunch and she brought 4 of her friends. Auntie Yuki patted my uterus and asked "Soon?" (Yuki was the auntie who came up to J and I TWO MONTHS into our dating and told us to have a girl, because she has a lot of hand-me-down granddaughter clothing she's waiting to give me.) Auntie Aiko, who had to leave early because she's not in the best health, looked at me with pleading eyes and said "How much longer til you have baby? I been waiting so long!" How big of a baby-hating turd did I feel like?? (answer: a HUGE one.)
I thought that since Biggest Bro's Wife is planning to pass Baby #3, that would satisfy the Japanese Aunties gang. They must think that because she's not a blood relative, that her current babies aren't as important as my possible future babies. I think they view me as a granddaughter by proxy- Nana used to take me along to their poker days when I was little, they gave me Japanese cartoons to watch, lavished me with cookies and toys, told me how pretty I was. They watched me grow up. Gave me cards and presents for birthdays, graduations, my wedding. I'm sure they can't wait for me to get pregnant, and I feel kinda guilty that Nana must continually tell them "Not yet." So basically I'm not just letting down ONE Japanese nana by not having babies, but several of them. Splendid. |
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| HI, BILLY MAYS HERE FOR COFFIN WAX! |
[Jun. 29th, 2009|08:16 pm] |
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... too soon?
I can't belive Billy Mays bit the dust too! It's been a dangerous week for celebrities. Infomercials won't be the same without the big bullhorn Billy selling things at volume 11. It's really too bad, I always watched Pitchmen after Mythbusters- it was a pretty amusing show.
Funny postscript about the Michael Jackson news coverage: I was watching Thursday's Larry King Live that I recorded, and the reporter on the scene was telling Larry about the (unnecessary) photo of MJ on a gurney. (which really didn't need to be shown, he may have already been dead when that was snapped... let the man have some final dignity.) So the photo's up on the screen, and the voiceover goes like this:
Reporter: "So this photo which may well be Michael Jackson's final photo, shows the EMT responders working on him on the way to the ambulance."
Larry: "And where did this photo come from - what is the source?"
Reporter: "I don't know, you'd have to ask my executive producer."
Larry: ".... that's great reporting there, Thea."
HAAAA. I love that Larry King has been in the game so long that if someone's not impressing him he does not mince words. |
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| Michael Jackson. [insert blog here] |
[Jun. 25th, 2009|07:54 pm] |
... to paraphrase Lewis Black.
The MJ died today. I was freaking shocked and it does make me sad. Obviously the last, what, 15 years haven't been good to him and his career- but you can't argue his presence, his body of work. As an 80's baby, MJ and his music left a massive impression with me. (Hell, for all I know, my parents were blasting his music when Ma was pregnant and it reached me in vitro.) I think Al Sharpton said it best today: "No controversy will erase [his] historical impact." That's totally true. Even through all child molestation stuff, you can't forget the juggernaut he was at the height of his glory days. MJ's music is so embedded in me that every damn time I hear or watch Thriller, I have a Pavlovian response of jumping up and dancing along.
And trust me, that's been tested today. The TV has been on CNN for the last few hours, they've played clips of the Thriller video no less than 2 dozen times by now and I am sore from leaping to my feet and zombie-dancing every single time. (Strained leg muscles or not, I'm still gonna honor him in my small (nerdy) way by putting in Clerks 2, blasting the 'ABC' scene and dancing it out!) |
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| YARZ! |
[Jun. 21st, 2009|07:20 pm] |
Irene, Nathan, J & I went to the NorCal PirateFest yesterday and it was definately worth the drive- especially for a free event. Since it was on the Vallejo Waterfront, there was a nice breeze all day. There were multiple pirate bands, interesting games, a ship/land cannon battle on the water, vendors with nifty swag, and of course awesome costumes as far as the eye can see. Including a weird subset of French revolution gowns, furries, zombies/undead crews, and people who looked like extras from "Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome". The whole day was pretty sweet, save the fact that I forgot to put sunscreen on the ONE patch of skin that wasn't covered, so I woke up to a red outline of my pirate locket on my boobahs.
Swashbuckling photos!
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| wheeee book sale! |
[Jun. 18th, 2009|10:31 am] |
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All these years since elementary school and my excitment for book sales apparently hasn't faded. We're hosting a book sale in the veranda of my office building today and as I was walking in, guess what was prominently displayed on the children's book table, facing right at me? I think you can guess why purchase was inevitable and very, very necessary.
 
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