Guitarded

Guitarded, originally uploaded by One One Seven.

What does this even mean?

Angst

I think it's lack of coffee. I'm feeling really aggravated.

Where are the clowns?

Just me and Frank this morning... and my favorite hat.

Extraordinary Places to Work

Great list of ten extraordinary places to work. I've never had to row a boat to retrieve server equipment nor worry about getting too near the windows.

Sausage King Sign

IMG_0692, originally uploaded by gebl.

We were near the Lamplighter and had to get a pic of the sign.

Stuck to the Chair

I recovered my dining room chairs with this cool blue fabric with yellow dragonflies covered with a layer of dinerlike plastic. I'm in shorts because it's been hot and my thighs are sticking to the chairs. Erg!

"Sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired"

Listening to some Jason Mraz ("Sleeping to Dream") before bed. Haven't been able to get this song out of my head.

I'm dreaming of sleeping next to you I'm feeling like a lost little boy in a brand new town

I'm counting my sheep and each one that passes is another dream to ashes
and they all fall down.

And as I lay me down tonight,
I close my eyes, what a beautiful sight

Sleeping to dream about you
And I'm so damn tired of having to live without you
But I don't mind.
Sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired. (Yes I am).

I found myself in the riches (Your eyes, your lips, your hair.) Well you were everywhere out there.

But I woke up in the ditches. I hit the light and I thought you might be here
but you were nowhere.
Oh love, you were nowhere at home.

As I lay me back to sleep
This love I pray that I can keep

Sleeping to dream about you
And I'm so damn tired of having to live without you
Well, I don't mind
Sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired

(Well it's just a little a lullaby to keep myself from crying myself to sleep).

Sleeping to dream about you
I'm so tired of having to live without you
Well, I don't mind
Sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired

Head Not on Straight

I'm serious... looking in the mirror, I can tell that my head is not square on my neck. No wonder it's been hurting the last two weeks. Need more Advil!

Dodgeball Loves Me

Going to have to settle for a "goodnight" from Dodgeball tonight. Pauvre Baglady.

No Such Thing As a Cake Grater

So Sad..., originally uploaded by baglady.

I made a butter recipe chocolate cake recently. Instead of oil, you add in a cube of butter. The layers were cooling on the counter, one just under my spice cabinet where I keep my toothpicks. I opened the cabinet to test the other layer in the oven and the honey bear fell on the warm cake forcing part of it through the cooling rack :O. After contemplating filling it in with frosting, I instead opted to cut the layer in half and then crosswise. Instead of a 4 layer cake, I made a three layer cake.

i love you much(most beautiful darling)

I love e.e. cummings or should I say: i love e.e. cummings?

i love you much(most beautiful darling)

more than anyone on the earth and i
like you better than everything in the sky

-sunlight and singing welcome your coming

although winter may be everywhere
with such a silence and such a darkness
noone can quite begin to guess

(except my life)the true time of year-

and if what calls itself a world should have
the luck to hear such singing(or glimpse such
sunlight as will leap higher than high
through gayer than gayest someone's heart at your each

nearness)everyone certainly would(my
most beautiful darling)believe in nothing but love

Funniest Quote of the Day

Heard being said to a (Windows XP) computer:

The VPN can lick my balls.

Vegan Bashing

Last of my favorite quotes from Anthony Bourdain's "A Cook's Tour". He is hardest of all on the vegans in his book. It's not his fault... his producers made him go.

I can relate to this, "...when they're drunk or vulnerable, I'm getting a bacon cheeseburger down their throats".

the highlights of his vegan trip. I love how he weaves philosophy and current events and travel into his book. (See other posts on this book for full picture - or better yet "Read the book!" ;).

Maybe it was possible to make something good without meat, or stock, or butter, or cheese, or dairy products of any kind... I'd eaten tree grubs and worms and sheep's testicles. How bad could it be?
Bad.

And the hypocrisy of it all pissed me off. Just being able to talk about this issue in reasonably grammatical language is a privilege, subsidized in a yin/yang sort of way, somewhere, by somebody taking it in the neck. Being able to read these words, no matter how stupid, offensive, or wrongheaded, is a privilege, your reading skills the end product of a level of education most of the world will never enjoy. Our whole lives - our homes, the shoes we wear, the cars we drive, the food we eat - are all built on a mountain of skulls. Meat, say the PETA folks, is 'murder'. And yes, the wide world of meat eating can seem like a panarama of cruelty at times. But is meat 'murder'? Fuck no.

I so agree with this part:

Hide in your fine homes and eat vegetables, I was thinking. Put a Greenpeace or NAACP bumper sticker on your Beemer if it makes you feel better (so you can drive your kids to their all-white schools). Save the rainforest - by all means - so maybe you can visit it someday, on an ecotour, wearing comfortable shoes made by twelve-year-olds in forced labor. Save a whale while millions are sold into slavery, starved, fucked to death, shot, tortured, forgotten.

Upset with San Francisco

More from Anthony Bourdain's "A Cook's Tour".

He's not impressed with San Francisco's humanity:

With all their kind hearts and good intentions, San Franciscans, living in postcard-pretty houses atop high hills, seem to be sending a message: 'It's OK to come her. If you are prepared to lap dance for us... and then sleep on our sidewalks.'
Just don't smoke. That would be wrong.

When You're Alone...

You can eat pickles and chocolate frosting for breakfast and no one is there to get grossed out.

Be Very Wary of Ice Baths, Judy Collins & The Khmer Rouge

I love Anthony Bourdain's description of going from a sauna to an icy lake in A Cook's Tour, "... my brain screamed, my eyeballs did the best they could to pop out of my skull".

He describes the ultimate auditory torture, driving through endless desert in Morocco:

Abdul owned one cassette tape: Judy Collins's Greatest Hits. I tried sleeping. I tried shutting it out, but, in the end, the soulless trilling and warbling of 'Both Sides Now' slowly ground me down to a state of near-hysterical desperation. The road to Risani seemed to go on forever - especially with Kidu exercising her pipes.

And a small update on some bad guys of yore:

'The Khmer Rouge is in the casino business now!'

Casinos? Run by the most vicious, hard-core Commie mass murderers in history? Well, why not check it out? I thought. Satan's Vegas: lounge acts, strippers, maybe a few casinos surrounded by razor wire and militia...The last outpost for international adventurers, spies, speculators, smugglers, mercenaries, and lovers of vast reasonably priced buffets...How were they reconciling their formerly stated hopes for a Stone Age agrarian Maoist Valhalla with the logistical necessities and showbiz glitter of running a profitable casino?

Classic E-mail Confirmation

I was checking on the status of an order and got this from the e-mail us form confirmation:

YOUR EMAIL HAS BEEN SUBMITTED

Thanks for writing to us. We do our best to answer all email within 2 business days. If you don't get a response from us within that time, we're either really busy or your question was really hard. Either way, your questions, comments, and feedback are very important to us and we'll be getting back with you as soon as possible.

(I bolded the funny part in case you don't want to read the whole thing).

"When I needed help..."

I love this quote:

When I needed help, no one came, and therefore from now on I must come when anyone cries." - Elie Wiesel

"Naturally Effervescent"

Just last night someone asked if I'd been drinking... I actually hadn't been. That's me: "naturally effervescent".

Chairs for Sale

In Phenomenon, this woman named Luce sells chairs she's made of willow branches out of this guy's shop. She thinks they are selling well and keeps bring more, but the shop owner is actually just buying them all. He wants her to keep coming by and talking to him. Robert Duvall's character later explains to some guy that can't seem to hold onto his girlfriend that every woman has chairs, you just have to figure out what the chairs are and buy them.

It got me wondering what my chairs were and had anyone bought them?

I need to digress a moment. I love the Beck song "Debra". The dork protagonist in the song has obviously no clue that women even have chairs. The part about how he glanced at her nametag and thought her name was Jenny or how he wants only her and her sister ;).

FWIW, if anyone I'm close to is reading this or stumbles on it, I'm really just typing stream of consciousness on this and not trying to say anything pointed. A chief issue is not knowing what the chairs are. I have a few ideas. Maybe no one could help me unless I know where to point them to? I definitely appreciate being appreciated for being weird or strange or dark or quirky or whatever you want to call it. That's not totally it though. I need to think on this more.

Crazy Cat Lady

Is it any better to be a woman alone with a laptop and an internet connection... than it would be to be a woman alone with a bunch of cats?

Man Traps His Own Head in Car Door at Micky D's

This poor guy! What an embarrassing story on top of it all. Just forego the change next time.
Motorist rescued in drive-through