It's homecoming week, so it's been very busy for the part few days, plus I have a rather exciting gig coming up soon I've been preparing for. All this = not much blogging. Sorry, I'll try to be better.
I had to go to the dentist today...if there is one thing in the world I hate to do, it's go to the dentist. This is evidenced by the fact that I haven't been in *coughcoughnumbercough* years before today. Seriously, I'd rather have four pelvic exams a year than go to the dentist once. Stirrups & speculum = good, sharp pointy scary tools & blood suctiony vacuum things = bad.
A seemingly-nice lady in purple smock comes at me, wielding a bevy of medieval torture devices. She tells me to relax, it'll all be over soon. The transcript follows: scritch scritch scritch scrrrAAAPPPPPPEEEEEEEEE! scritch scritch scritch *dig dig dig* scritch (bleedbleed) scritch pokepokepoke jab....(pause...) scrrrrriiiiitch...
Eek. But luckily, despite my less-than-routine visits to the dentist, my obsessive flossing/mouthwash habit paid off again, and my record of zero cavities remains unbroken.
I know this post was lame, and I'm sorry. I just felt bed for not updating the blawg since last week. I've been busy.
Yesterday was filled with cats, snakes, dogs, guinea hens, a preying mantis, and a snapping turtle. Only the snake wanted to have his picture made. Shortly after this I had to save him from a prowling cat.
There are a few more shots of the snake (and a few my cousin's new puppy) here.
When I was a youngster, discovering music on my own for the first time, the musician I found was none other than Weird Al. I remember having a walkman with 2 tapes: one was a random mixtape my dad gave me, the other was "Even Worse," by Weird Al. That tape was a constant companion through my childhood years, and I just never outgrew Al.
Now he's back, with "White and Nerdy," an homage to Chamillionaire's "Ridin Dirty." The video isn't officially released yet, so the damn RIAA keeps yanking it off YouTube...there is still a live link on Google video HERE.
As with many of Al's offerings, this song and video is FAR superior to the original work. If you can stomach the whole Chamillionaire video, be sure to note that his "new chick" cleary holding an X-Box controller during the verse about the PlayStation. And that is far from being the dumbest thing about the video.
Let's look back at some Weird Al videos that surpass the parodied works: Gump (from Presidents of the United States' "Lump"), Fat (Michael Jackson's "Bad", of course), Amish Paradise (Coolio's "Gangster's Paradise"), Living with a Hernia (James Brown's "Living in America"), Like a Surgeon (Madonna's "Like a Virgin" ps- I had NO IDEA what the Madonna song was about, but at least Al's made SENSE!), and Bob (Bob Dylan's "Subterranean Homesick Blues").
I probably can't express how much Al defined my childhood, as well as the childhoods of my brothers and cousins. Someday I will write a post about why UHF is the greatest film ever made, why turtles are nature's suction cups, and why Twinkie Weiner sandwiches rule.
Currently Listening to: Stuck in a Closet with Vanna White, by Weird Al Quote OTD: from UHF Stanley Spadowski:
Oh, Joel Miller, you've just found the marble in the oatmeal. You're a
lucky, lucky, lucky little boy. 'Cause you know why? You get to drink
from... the FIRE HOOOOOSE!
The other day I had to laugh at my desk, as it was covered by no less than four Apple products. A G5 tower, a (new!) MacBookPro, an (old) G4 iBook, and an iPod. Well played, Jobs. I'll suppose I will drink your hip, trendy kool-aid.
There's even an Apple sticker on my damn water bottle that I hadn't noticed until just now. Does this make me a syncophant? (Just to prove I'm NOT a syncophant, everyone in the market for a laptop machine hear this: the MacBookPros are cool and fun and I upped the RAM in mine so it's really fast, but it will scald your legs. Seriously, it gets HOT- I have to put a pillow under it or I get grill lines on my thighs.)
Currently Listening to: Cemetary Row, by The Minus Five
I don't have much blogworthy today. Work, shoot, repeat. This shot is from a "walking the dog while toting a macro lens" session yesterday. Normally I wouldn't get this close to a bumble bee (allergic reaction, anyone?), but with the sudden cold weather, all the bugs have become quite lethargic and don't mind having a lens poked in their faces. Oh course, it isn't this lens. Yowza.
Look at all the pollen on his nose. He's addicted- the other bees should schedule an intervention.
Currently Listening to: Adam and Jamie bustin' on Mythbusters. (I'm such a nerdette, MB is the only show I watch with any regularity)
In a crowd shot of thousands of people dressed in black and gold, this guy caught my eye. A lone contrasting buoy bobbing in a sea of gold, his scarlet tee informs us: "Sorry if I look interested I'M NOT!" I've never seen anyone look less interested in my life. I look more interested than this while balling up socks on laundry day.
It all begins today. The craziness, the uncertainty...here we go.
Early this morning I was walking Max in the woods, and we stopped in a clearing and looked around. The forest was shrouded in fog, and hidden above us in the canopy birds were singing their morning songs. Dewdrops pittered from the leaves and crickets chirruped from secret hidey-holes. Intricate spiderwebs draped the grass and delicate flowers unfurled their petals in the early fall air.
There was a moment of complete serenity.
I recognized it because of its contrast with the rest of my day. It felt precisely the same as that split-second the world is frozen in stillness at the top of a rollercoaster. The plunge will come and you will brace yourself for it, but for one fraction of a moment, all is at peace.
So here it is again- football season. I didn't think that there could possibly be a busier day than yesterday, and then today arrived and promptly kicked my ass. And poor DJ went in to work at 3:45am and is still there (it's currently 11:45 pm). So even if I'd had the busiest day of my life- his is busiER. And the hell of it is...all this is in preparation for tomorrow, the actual long day. (Due to projects and deadlines, I'm looking at 12-hr days from today until at least Wednesday. My posts may be sporadic and uninteresting in that time period)
Remember the huge project I was working on a few weeks back? Well it came in today and we got it installed (due to a scheduling error, I did my part of the outdoor, in the mud installation in a skirt and heels). All the early word is that it's very popular, so it is def. my most visible project to date. *sigh of relief* I'll post pictures tomorrow if I get a chance. It's a crazy project to try to explain.
In other news:
I got a new (bitchin, sweet, and totally rad) MacBookPro the other day,
and it comes with an installed iSight and a program called "PhotoBooth."
Perhaps because we're infantile, or more likely because we're so
exhausted, hubby and I played with this program and cried with laughter
for about an hour last night. Seriously. It is hilarious.
Currently listening to: The sweet, sweet sounds of complete silence after (and before) a very long week.
Note: Tonight I was feeling all Sally Homemaker and decided to make cookies. Healthy cookies. As in “replace all the sugar with Splenda™, most of the butter with applesauce, and the eggs with EggBeaters™” healthy. I tried to play God, and I failed. The unspoken commandment: “Thou shalt not muck around with the Nestle Tollhouse Cookie™ recipe on the back of the chocolate chip bag. It’s that way for a reason.” The only thing that could be done was to use the remaining dough to make a disgusting monster cookie, oozing with nothing tasty. The normal cookie to the left is placed to show the massive size of the Monster Cookie™.
NOW, for the promised “bathroom story” from Friday night: Before telling this, let me note that alcohol did not play a role in these events. It was present, but I was pretty much stone cold sober when this happened. Yes, I’m this big a dipshit all on my own…
We were out at an Irish Pub in Raleigh, and the girls, as girls are known to do, decided to take a communal jaunt to the loo. I was in the non-handicapped stall, multi-tasking by urinating, deleting junk off my digital camera, and listening to KBG and LBG chatter from the stall beside me. (Note: sometimes they get to gabbing and wander into bathroom stalls together. I’m not here to judge them for this behavior, but it factors into the story.) So LBG says, “Ooh, I’m going to take a picture of you!” And KBG squeals, “Nooooo, don’t!” (Because she’s on the toilet, see?)
I decide to be funny, and since I have my camera in my hand, I say, “Oh, let me get one of you both!” and stick the camera underneath the stall divider and press the button. The next thing we all knew, a fourth, previously unannounced bathroom user yelps, “Oh my god! I'm not your friends! There is someone else in here!”
You can imagine how embarrassed mortified I was. I shouted out, “OMG, I am SO SORRY! The picture didn’t even take! I thought you were someone else! OMG IamsosorryIamsosorry!” (This is true; for once I was thankful that my “going out camera” is a POS and randomly shuts itself off while in use.) LBP and KBG, always supportive, were leaning on the wall and sink respectively, gasping for air through their laughter.
Luckily, the “other woman” was quite a good sport about the whole thing. Or at least she pretended to be.