Saturday, April 22, 2006

An amalgam of content for you.

Been slacking at the blogging lately, I know. I wanted to do a little art round up earlier this week, but I just never got around to it and now half the shows I wanted to talk about close in, oh, half an hour. And of course I like to think that y'all run off to the galleries right after reading my amateur hour take on them. I have to take off in a couple hours to make the trek to Tenleytown and my alma mater. The Katzen Arts Center is having a reception tonight for their MFA Thesis exhibition, and I've been wanting to see the inside of the building since they broke ground during my first year at the law school. I watched the building go up brick by brick riding the AU shuttle from the metro to WCL and back, so I'm excited to check it out. I'm not excited about the 45 minute metro ride but, eh, what we do for art.

In other news, work has been weird. I limit talk about my job because I don't really find it kosher for blog-content. (Sidenote: The jig is up! TTtC now shows up on the first search page when you google my name. Hello Future Employers!) Suffice it to say, the absence of my middleman means the upper echelon have started to notice me, in seemingly good ways. Will it lead to more? Stay tuned.

A few minutes ago I got a call from my college friend, and we've decided to hit up the reunion. A few of our good friends are going and we might be able to crash with a friend in Columbus, saving us some cash. It sounds like it will be more a weekend of shopping, eating, and drinking off-campus, rather than scheduled fun time with the administration. Now I've got to research some flights to good ol' Oh High Oh.

Don't worry, I wouldn't forget Garden News! My strawberry plants are covered in flowers! I love exclaimation points!! They seem to be growing nicely, so I'm not worried about them quite yet. I still have to come up with a contraption to keep the rat away, though. The tomatoes are also spouting finely. My snapdragons are in a bit of peril, however. Chase the Devil Dog broke one of them last week, so he's been relegated to peeing in the front yard only from now on. Surprisingly, the snapped dragon has been living prettily in a wine glass on my dinner table for over a week now...I really didn't think it would last that long. Also, the rain seems to be bending a number of the taller dragons over into the mud. This afternoon I made some makeshift stakes from a gigantor root I pulled out of the ground last week and tied the stalks to them. I can't get any work done in the wetness, so I hope the rain eases off this week.

One last thing. I finally got a good 2.5 hour block to sit down and watch the season finale of Battlestar Gallactica (yeah, the one that was on about three months ago). That is just the best effing show on television. Cover your ears if you're waiting for the dvd. Note 1: I think it's pretty ballsy of the writers to have only 9 months pass in BSG time over the past three seasons, then suddenly jump ahead an entire year in a single episode. Note 2: Starbuck is hot with long hair. Note 3: Chief is hot with a beard. (And a pregnant Cally? I love when domestic violence brings people together.) Note 4: October? Are you kidding me?

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Zip Car Hates Me, Too

I tried to get a Zip Car card today, since my roommate and I decided that, between the two of us, we could easily use it once a month for grocery/home depot runs alone. So I started filling out the forms online and there's a check box that says this:

[ ] I've had this license for less than three years.

I check it and down falls a menu I have to fill out, asking me the State and Number of my previous license. Um, what? How the hell are you supposed to know the driver's license number of a card of which you no longer have possession? Is this information I should have kept somewhere?

I guarantee you the Ohio DMV is going to care not at all about this, and hang up on me half-way through "zip car card." Since I got my DC license last May, I'm wagering that my CA Bar application has my old information on it, which I have a copy of sitting in my files. you really need to have taken the god damn bar for the honor of renting a car at exorbanant rates?

Monday, April 17, 2006

CBS and TiVo Hate Me

What is it with network stations changing around programming times all willy nilly? Every week it's "Be sure to catch Your Favorite Show at a new time and day," and then the next week they do it again. Someone at CBS decided to move Amazing Race to compete with Top Model and some crappy show my roommate records, thus bumping it off the TiVo schedule and making me miss two episodes. I even missed the one where the nerds got cut! I loved the nerds!

Doesn't TiVo have the power to notify me when this happens? Can't it call me at work, or at least leave me a post-it on the fridge? Don't we have the technology? I realize this would only further empower the Robot Revolution, but if I miss the one where Fran and Barry get cut, someone at CBS is going to pay. With their life.

Update: Oh my god! Phil has a blog! ...Too bad it sucks, and it's highly unlikely our sex god himself writes it, and it's a couple episodes behind, but still. Now if he could just leave a comment on TTtC asking me to marry him while rappelling down Mt. Everest before our honeymoon snorkeling across the Mediterranean topped off with a lovely picnic on top of an active volcano, I could die a happy woman.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Best Spam of the Week:


Someone (hopefully you) has asked for this email address to be hassled
roughly every 1 days to:

Trim that fat off of my thighs! Calling them hips doesn't make them any less fat.


--The HassleMe Team

Awesome. Also, the award for Most Out Of Touch With Reality goes to me this week for saying the following:

"Oh yeah, I had an argument with someone about that the other day....or, wait, maybe I read an argument about it on the internet..."

When Pollen Attacks

After an embarrassing false start, we had our first successful (and delicious!) bar-b-que of the season. On Friday night I discovered that one of my friends, who recently moved in two blocks away, has a car, so I had him take me on a midnight run to Home Depot to refill the propane. I bought a spare this time, so we can switch the tanks without any terrible layovers next time. We invited a few people over Saturday afternoon to help kill off the rest of that beer and all that leftover meat we had to freeze. J made some spectacular burgers (I had two) and all in all, it was a perfectly lovely Saturday afternoon/evening/night that made the summer feel so close we could touch it.

Of course, one of the reasons I wanted people over was so I could show off my garden.
Backyard, Day 3
Everyone stroked my ego just enough to keep me going for the next round. (Home Depot run, anyone?)

It gets better! This morning I went outside to read the paper and inspect the plants, and look what I found on the strawberry plant:
Woot! Someone get the whipped cream, cause I'm making strawberry shortcake.

Also, the tomato plants are growing like weeds:
I'm going to have to get some cages post haste.

The snapdragons have grown quite a bit, too, and I know the marigolds are taking to the dirt well because this one plant looked nearly dead when I put it in, and now look at it:

The only thing that killed me yesterday was the damn pollen. About every twenty minutes I had to go inside and sneeze a hundred times. In fact, the allergies hit me so hard that I was sneezing and my eyes were watering through-out the night. It took me until 4am to realize that I was actually sick, too. Ugh. So, Sunday has involved a lot of laying in bed reading the paper and watching the food network. I got bored and went out to start weeding the front yard, but that is a project that will take weekends upon weekends. It's just a mess out there, especially compared to the backyard now. I got the gigantor dandelions out and left the rest for next weekend. I don't like working in the front during the week because the terrible middle school hoodlums come by and harass me. Like I need that shit from some 12 year old.

Oh, also, we have a rat! I discovered it one night when I walked out the front door and it skittered back into the ivy, which is apparently its home, because that happens a couple times a week now. But last night took the cake. We were all out in the backyard and this thing the size of a freaking cat ran like lightening from one side of the yard into our neighbors yard, right behind my roommate. Luckily, my guests weren't as freaked out as I was, and one of them regaled us with rat stories from her 10 years living in NYC. Good times.

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