Thursday, November 30, 2006

For your viewing pleasure

Still love this ad (was part of a Thanksgiving conversation)

These still make me grin:

A day of reckoning

Dear TiVo,

We love you, we really do. And we were there! In the early days! We were on the bleeding edge of your now-can't-live-without-it technology. Seriously, we are two of those people who just can't understand EVER that need for ads. We hate them. And we owe it all to you. Bless you.

But so help me god, if you keep recording Little House on the Prarie instead of Veronica Mars? And Ron Popeil's Juicer instead of CSI? We're about to upgrade your ass right outta the picture.

Yes, you're paid for, and so yes, the recording is free instead of paying a monthly fee, but some things are worth that $10 a month. This is one of them.

Cut it the fuck out, or get out.

Love, me.

Friday, November 24, 2006

Gobble gobble

There are so many things to be thankful for, you have no idea. Or maybe you do. I hope you do. I hope you counted them all. I hope they included your health, your loved ones, your family. I hope you are as blessed as I am, with a family you've created. I hope you laughed as much as we did yesterday, got maybe a little misty-eyed, felt as warm as we did. Because brother, there ain't nothing like it.


Wednesday, November 15, 2006


"I really want to call your dog Matilda."


"What's her name?"


Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Blessings counted.

I've had two days of high-powered mega-watt output. I must be due for a crash.

I've been crashing more this fall than I like to admit. I'm afraid of the introspection that might tell me why. I'm afraid to step on the scale. Everything is balanced more delicately than I like to look full in the face.

I'm cool with that on the good days. Today? Today is a good day.

Sunday, November 05, 2006


I've been tense and unsettled lately, and I have no idea why. My friend Emily calls it "fussy". Or my favorite, more elaborate description, "fussy in the head." I haven't gotten more than five hours of sleep in a night for the last three nights. Keep in mind, it's Sunday right now. That means that Thursday night, Friday night AND Saturday night, I've woken up somewhere between midnight and 3 a.m., with a body and/or brain that had apprently decided it was done sleeping. Which is, y'know, awesome. I've even been taking herbal supplements to try to even out my sleep cycle, and apparently my body is having. None. Of it.

So I'm a little foggy today.

And maybe that explains my overwhelming paranoia that I'm forgetting something important. Like there's imminent doom lurking over my shoulder. During one of my sleepless moments, I stumbled on a scenario that for whatever reason, seemed to capture this overwhelming tension that I'm right on the verge of fucking up.

You know those onramps onto the free way? There's an incredibly short one on my way to work. Overall, I feel like those moments where I'm trying to merge, but there's a car to the left of me, matching my speed. I try to slow down, just as she slows down to let me in. So I speed up, to pass her, but then she does too. And we're matching speeds and the onramp is getting shorter and shorter and shorter and...

...okay maybe that was a sort of sleep-deprived crazy dream/nightmare thing. But the imagery--I can't kick it. I don't know what's twisting me up in knots specifically. I don't know that anything is, really. I have a statistics test to give on Tuesday, and I was stressing out because I thought it was written and it wasn't and I don't know if I'll have enough time to get everything done on Monday so they can take the test on Tuesday and... what? This is not--should not be--as big a deal as it feels. Right? So why do I keep waking up with a buzzing brain that is just not going to be satisfied?

I think I just need to figure out if I'm supposed to be speeding up, or if there's any possible way I can just slow down.