WW #5

(I wish I could sleep this good)

WW #4

(His "I know I'm beautiful and that you're lucky to have me, but can we go inside now?" look)

Saved by the slush

Last night, Season 2 of Torchwood debuted in the UK and thanks to the mad skills of a certain torrenter, I was able to watch the first episode "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang" before midnight of the 16th. That's service right there people. I'd link you to the BBC official page, but the bastards at the Beeb won't allow non-UK viewers access (there are ways around it, UK proxies, etc, but that's not very efficient for blogging purposes)

Anyhooooo, so enamored was I that I had to watch the episode twice. COMPLETELY ignoring the fact that I had to be a fully functional, responsible adult in the morning while I babysat (sorry, *substituted*) for a 7th grade social studies class. Such is the glamorous life of a newbie freelance writer who must find ways to supplement her income....

Fortunately the universe was kind, some winter weather intervened and school was closed. Which means I can sit and watch it again.

And again.

Not that I'm obsessed or anything. I prefer to think of it as more of a healthy fixation.









(Isn't that what all the nutters say?)




tag: torchwood, captain jack harkness, john barrowman, james marsters, BBC

WW #3

(See! He IS a retriever! So what if his duck is found in the Easter aisle at Target?)

WW #2

(He fell rolled off the couch two minutes later.)

Wordless Wednesday #1

I'm doing this, I am. Gonna keep it up ALL YEAR LONG.

(or until I have a blonde moment and forget, which ever comes first)

It's a sickness....

It's official. I need to be tested for dementia if I'm missing weather like this.



But I am.




I really really am.






Technorati Tags: snow, boone, appalachian state, north carolina

Of blood, Alan Rickman and nasty pies...

My my my, what better way to kick off a new year than by going to see yet another silver screen adaptation of a Broadway musical? A bloodfest and a musical, what's not to love?

I'm not overly keen on either one of those genres, but never mind that small insignificant detail. I was desperate to see a movie, any movie and preferably one without talking chipmunks (although I'll freely admit that in a weak moment I may see that movie at the $2 theater in a few months) and preferably not one that will make me weepy (Water Horse, PS I Love You). The only movie I've seen in the last 3+ months is The Golden Compass and while I adored that movie (almost as much as the books, I still owe y'all a blog post on that by the way.) and wouldn't mind seeing it again, I wanted to watch something new if I was going to drop $6.25 for two hours of entertainment.

So Sweeney Todd is was.

Brilliant movie, really. I haven't seen anything quite like it before, I know there haven't been that many (any?) bloody musicals but still. Johnny Depp's depth and range as an actor is astounding. Helena Bonham Carter, what can I say, she's just phenomenal to watch. Sacha Baron Cohen was an unexpected delight but Alan Rickman clinched the deal for me. I love this man's work, I could listen to him read a phone book and be intrigued. He's the quintessential creepy old man in Sweeney Todd and when he got his comeuppance, I couldn't resist a little "woo-hoo!" (I didn't do this quietly to myself in a theater packed with people. Of course not, you sillies. This was an emotion that had to be verbalized loud and proud.)

Ultimately this movie isn't for everybody. Yes, the blood, it is excessive. However, this is one cheesed-off barber with ready access to straight razors and a massive chip on his shoulder. Do you *really* think some O-neg wasn't going to be spilled in gratuitous amounts?

I was all set to have a chicken pot pie for dinner, but after Sweeney Todd, the idea of consuming any kind of meat pie makes me woozy. A grilled cheese sandwich seems much more palatable right now..

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I love a day....

I do love a day where I can use the word “cattywompus” in general conversation and not have to explain myself.

Me: “You might want to tell the tow-truck driver that the Jeep is sitting cattywompus in the driveway. It's going to be a little more of a challenge to get it onto the truck than usual.”

AAA Operator: “So it's sitting crooked in the driveway. Ok, I'll put that in a note to the driver.”

I know, I could have said “crooked” in the first place, but cattywompus just seemed so much more....fitting.

In case cattywompus is not part of the vernacular where you're from, here's a visual aid, taken this morning.

If you're wondering how it came to be in that position, well, it just died. Fortunately it chose a prime piece of driveway real estate to do so. This is Miss Crazy's Jeep, btw, just for clarity. She was on her way to work this morning (Driving Miss Crazy is back to driving herself again) and b/c it's often dark when she leaves and our ditch is deep enough that should you back into it you won't be able to back out, she pulls into the side yard there on the right then pulls out of the driveway.

Except for this morning. When she went to back into the side yard and the Jeep decided she didn't want to go no mo'.

The battery, at the ripe old age of 5 months, had decided to crap out. Only that wasn't the first conclusion we came to. Since the battery was only 5 months old then, of course, it must be something else. The starter, the alternator, something Really Expensive. Naturally on top of being gorgeous, intelligent, worldly women we are Car Experts.

Yes we are.

1-800-AAA-HELP and Truitt Auto Repair. The phone numbers for each are on speed dial.

What more do we need to know?

Completely ignoring Occam's Razor, Miss Crazy took My Jeep to work and I had AAA haul Her Jeep to Doug's (he's our mechanic. I could go on and on about how stellar he is but I won't b/c he'll have his own blog post here eventually, so ingrained in our lives is he.) He called two hours later with the news that, no two ways about it, the battery was dead. Nothing more sinister than that. Being the fabulous man that he is, instead of leaving me to deal with haggling Auto Zone over a deserved replacement battery, he drove it all the way over there and did it himself.

That is some kind of service right there. I have AAA coverage, a good mechanic, a good plumber/handyman, and a good guy to mow my yard when I can't. Why do I need a boyfriend again?






Oh.


Yeah.


Well there is that....ahem.....

technorait: AAA, Jeep, Autozone

So many thoughts....

Well this is a delightful situation to be in. For once I have an over-abundance of *stuff* to blog about. Stuff I can, and will, write about in exhaustive detail. My Firefox bookmarks are crammed with links of stories I absolutely positively MUST comment on and shut-up filter be damned.

COMING SOON:
• ASU winning their 3rd National Title last weekend. It's a 3peat baby, wooooot!
• Madonna being inducted into the Rock&Roll Hall of Fame and my subsequent brain aneurysm.
• A glorious new-to-me freeware application called Journler that I am *completely* enamored with.
• How people seriously need to quit getting their panties in a twist over The Golden Compass.
• The exciting world of grading 9th grade research papers

....and SO much more!

If this news doesn't make y'all tingly with excitement, I don't know what will. I mean y'all should be practically underwhelemed with glee.

technorati: Appalachian State, football, Madonna, Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, Journler, The Golden Compass

Speaking of Macs

I'd be remiss in gushing over my love of all things Apple if I didn't show this cartoon from the brilliant minds at Penny Arcade (might need to click on the picture to enlarge it)



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Me, myself and my subconscious

I drove Miss Crazy to work this morning. For the first time since her cataract surgery 2+ weeks ago she actually felt her vision was good enough to drive, but, since I had an appointment to get my hair cut at 7:45 (this was made back when it appeared I would be Driving Miss Crazy for a while), I was behind the wheel. The entire drive to school my subconscious is nagging me.

Subconscious: "Are you sure your appointment w/ Vickie is today?"

Me: "yes I'm sure"

*silence*

Subconscious: "Ok, but I mean are you REALLY sure? It's a Monday and..well..."

Me: "Yes I'm sure and I remember BECAUSE it's a Monday. Because next week would be the 17th and the week after that is Christmas Eve. Perfect timing."

Subconscious: "Hey, you're the boss"

Me: "This is an appointment to Get My Hair Done. This isn't a wedding or a birthday or an anniversary or donating a kidney. This is IMPORTANT!!"

Subconscious: "Whatever you say. Whoa! STOP SIGN!! STOP SIGN!! BRAKES!!! BRAAAAAAAKES!!"

I'm proud of my mad multi-tasking skills and for arranging this appointment at 7:45 because I pull into the parking lot (after dropping Miss Crazy off) at 7:38.

I'm too busy gloating to myself to notice that the parking lot is empty. Biz-Marie is dark, no sign of life.

Subconscious: "I told..."

Me: "Shut up! I'm early! That's all."

I remember that Vickie has started taking appointments as early as 7a.m. and even if she didn't have one that early, surely the shop would be open by now. Or at least a car in the parking lot....

Subconscious: "So hotshot, wanna check that date?"

Me: "Hey, I know. Why don't you make yourself useful and remember where they serve those really awesome chicken pot pies?"

I open my checkbook and sure enough, there in big capital letters is 12/11 7:45 VICKIE

12/11. Tuesday. Of course. I now vaguely remember the knowledge that Vickie & Co. don't work Mondays. {mental head slap}

Still, the morning wasn't a complete wash. Since my Dr's office is right across the street I was able to get there early enough, without an appointment, to get her to sign a sheet telling the school system I don't have leprosy or any other communicable disease so the system won't take my name off the substitute teacher list. There's a recipe for disaster. Miss Crazy: I need you to sub. for me tomorrow. Me: Yeah...about that...

Now y'all know I talk to myself constantly and that my subconscious, more often than not, has an attitude.

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So proud am I...

Yesterday, after two previous failed attempts at a state championship, the Western Alamance Warriors pulled one out. Big time. They rolled over the North Gaston Wildcats 62-36.

You would think that I would be proud of that accomplishment by my old high school. Thankful that although I graduated seven years ago, my school can now finally lay claim to a state football championship (such claims are big deals around here). That my heart bleeds blue and white,school spirit and all that. But no. Not really. I was a band geek so what little alliance I do have lies with the Western Alamance All American Brigade. Oh, and the Science Club. And the cross country team, and the softball team. But that's it.

*This* is what I'm most proud of.

Let me preface this story by saying: why oh WHY didn't I stop, right there in the crowded parking lot at Target, and take a picture?!?! That was a just gift with a big red bow on top saying "here ya go! Mock away! C'mon...you know you are just DYING to make a snarky comment!" and I failed to document it with a picture. So much lost potential!!! So you, dear readers, must settle for a mere retelling.

Late yesterday afternoon, after all the traffic had made its way back from the game in Chapel Hill, I was leaving the parking lot at Target when I saw it.

*It* was a large, black SUV. All decked out in Warrior Pride. Blue and white chalk markers had spelled out various encouragements. "Go Warriors" "Rock the house!" etc etc, ad nauseum . A navy blue and white WA flag adorned the antena, magnets shaped like football helmets decorated the sides, it was all very awe-inspiring.

But the pièce de résistance was the back window, where in big, bold, blue and white letters it read:

{wait for it...}


{this is good stuff right c'here}


"Nudor the Wildcats"

Nudor, and I'm just guessing here, must be a variant of the transitive verb "neuter", which means "to castrate". I have to give whoever wrote "nudor" some props. At least it's spelled somewhat phonetically so when reading it, one doesn't realize the grievous misspelling until his/her eyes catch up with his/her brain.

The absolute best part? The knowledge that this car had driven the entire way to Chapel Hill and back, on I-40, with "Nudor the Wildcats" so proudly displayed on the back window for all to see.

Blue & White Chalk Markers: $5
Gas to Kenan Stadium in Chapel Hill and back: $20
Being blissfully unaware that you've made WHS look like low-brow, uneducated yokels?: priceless

technorati: Western Alamance High School, Warriors, 3A football, Burilngton NC

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"It's big Andy..."

Today my high school alma mater, the place where I spent four years marking time until college, is playing in the 3A State football championship.

For the third time in three years. They haven't won one yet.

This time, however, they are going into Kenan Stadium ranked number one in the 3A conference and with an undefeated season.

Quite the big deal y'all.

How big is it? You're probably asking yourself (go ahead, ask yourself, 'cause this is rich..)

So big that the local newspaper is talking smack to the opposing team's hometown paper

That's right. The Times News has issued a throw down to the Gaston Gazette in which the loser must send the winner a gift basket with items native to the loser's area.

There's a lot riding on this. Blood, sweat, pride, tears, hot dogs, country ham, socks, specimen cups and dead frogs. Here's to hoping third time's the charm for the Warriors, I don't know if Burlington's economy can take the hit required to send all these goodies to Gastonia.

tag: Western Alamance High School, Warriors, North Gaston High School, Wildcats, 3A football, Kenan Stadium, Chapel Hill NC, Burilngton NC, Gastonia NC

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Excuse me while I wet myself...

According to the local news station, WFMY2

Greensboro is getting an Apple Store. A retail store for the computer company will open near the Shops at Friendly Center "early next year," said Coolidge Porterfield Jr....



{insert the sounds of heralding trumpets and singing angels}

Why is this exciting? Especially as seeing how I have *nothing* resembling a disposable income right now? Because one day, one day friends, I *will* have something resembling a disposable income once again and I will be able to make a big-ticket purchase at this Apple store that is located a mere 20 minutes from my house.

Once upon a time ago in a Past Life, when my Jeep had a few less miles on it and gas wasn't $3 a gallon, I would enjoy nothing more than driving to Durham and visiting the Streets at Southpoint and the Apple Store there. With its shiny hardwood floors and that New Mac Smell wafting around, I could happily stay there for an hour or two testing all the ins and outs of new software and hardware. But like I said, that was in another lifetime when driving 45-60 minutes for the sole purpose of window shopping at a wildly expensive electronics store wasn't a complete waste of time and gas.

For the meanwhile, I will be perfectly content with wheeling around the new, and more conveniently located, Greensboro store like the Mac fangirl that I am. Oogling the new OS, Leopard, in person as well as playing with the latest hardware Apple has to offer and consoling myself with the knowledge that even if I could buy a new computer RIGHT NOW, it would be outdated in six months. Besides, I haven't decided if I want to update with a new laptop or desktop. So it's better that I wait.

Really.

The longer I wait, the more uber cool my new computer will be.

And for the record I'm not broke, just badly bent.

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tag:WFMY2, Apple, Mac, Leopard, Streets at Southpoint, Durham NC, Greensboro NC, Shops at Friendly, The Tractors, Badly Bent

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Favorite Thing # 273

You've gotta love a gardenia bush that still blooms in December.

I mean, look at that. Is there anything more glorious? Too bad you can't smell it, that's where the real beauty is. Jealous yet? Yeah, you should be....

tag: gardenia

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Halle-freakin'-lujah

Just got in from taking Mom to a Dr's appointment with her Hematologist and the news was faaaaaabulous, all things considered.

Her hemoglobin is up from 9.4 to 10.9, thanks largely in part to a shot of Erythropoietin, and her creatinine dropped from 2.2 to 1.9. While this is super duper fantastic news, the drop her in creatinine levels after the shot of erythropoietin does suggest there may be something funky with her kidney(s). A visit to a UNC nephrologist is in the works for January, whoopee!

Until then, it was another shot of erythro. (Dr. wants her hemo to be up around 11-12, ideally) and another appointment in three weeks.

Her one week follow up appointment for her cataract surgery is on Friday, fingers crossed the news is as good there as it was this afternoon at the blood Doc's.

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Wowzers

Sooooo, it's been awhile. A very very long while. 2.5 months, give or take, a while. Yeah buddy, I'm an ace blogger. No wonder this blog is read by tens of people every week!

Here's the last 2.5 months in a nutshell:

September
• ASU beat Michigan. Woohoo!
• I went to visit my buddy Mike (and his uber cute dog, Boomer) and played with with his Wii (and I mean the Nintendo game system, it's not code for something dirty, you dirty minded people!)
• Miss Crazy (Mom) had a very negative reaction to her migraine med (Topamax) and spent every weekend in bed crying b/c the Topamax had made her depressed to no end. On the upside, she didn't have any migraines.
• In short, September was the month I spent a lot of time saying things like "I didn't mean it like THAT!" and listen to Miss Crazy wax on how horrific her life is and trying not to take it personally.

October
• Mom stopped taking Topamax. Thank you Jeezus!
• First week of October: two of the four tires on my Jeep went flat. Dang Michellin tires just aren't good for more than seven years. Had to buy four new tires. = $400
• Second week of October: Mom still feeling some moody blues like side effects of Topamax but is not longer and, umm, delicate as she was. Boomer needs surgery to remove a growth on his leg. = $300
• Third week of October: Boomer pops his stiches. Another trip to the Vet. Vet decides not to restitch and puts him on antibiotic. Mom's hemoglobin levels tank (to a 9.4) and her creatin levels rise to a 1.9. Given her delicate emotional state, you can guess how she reacted to this news. Thought she was going to die...lots of crying, oh woe to her, etc etc. Me wishing the drama queen would move to Wisteria Lane... It's determined she has a bleeding ulcer. Put her on Prevacid. Her hemo. levels rise in 3 days (10.7) and her creat. stays level at 1.9. Her hemotologist thinks this is the result of another migraine med, Ketoprofin. Crisis averted.
Fourth Week of October: The hard drive on my iBook dies. No chance of repair. 4 years worth of stuff gone. Replacement drive = $250 Vital things were backed up on dvd's or discs but you would be amazed at the amount of stuff one can acquire on a harddrive that you will miss. The upside: I have a bigger (80GB) drive that will now hold even more stuff and a more current OS (10.4.10).
In short: Lots of $$ sucked out of my savings account and lots of unwarrented drama exacerbated by the remains of Topamax. On the upside, nothing tragic happend. Boomer survived his surgery. My laptop was given new life. When my tires went flat, at least it happend in the driveway. Mom didn't die.

I'll catch you up on November in a bit. I'm posting this using the Blogger dashboard widget and I'm not sure how in love I am with it yet. It's nice for short posts, but has nothing in the way of formatting (save for bold and italics) so I'll likely use it for quickies.

Michigan Who?

In case you haven't heard by now, my alama mater, UNC-Tweetsie (Appalachian State) embarrassed the #5 team in the nation, the University of Michigan in football yesterday. Final score of 34-32, in what Sports Illustrated and AP writers are calling an Upset for the Ages.

The last 2:44 of the game, showing that block by Corey Lynch, who is going to be treated like a rock star for the rest of his collegiate career:


A highlight reel:


Another highlight reel:


PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT. Having watched clips of Appalachian's upset on national news for the last 18 hours, it has come to my attention that some of y'all are in serious need of schooling. The following is a pronunciation guide for Appalachian (listen up CNN, people north of NC and west of TN)

Appalachian is pronounced: App-uh-latch-in

*NOT*

App-ah-lay-shin


There is no better way to make an Appalachian student, fan or alumni start foaming at the mouth than to pronounce our beloved school App-ah-lay-shin (CNN and ESPN I'm looking at you and y'all should know better) I know some of you are probably rolling your eyes and saying "pfffft, semantics. Toe-may-toe, toe-mah-toe" and that's all well and good.

But.

Appalachian State fans/students/alumni don't give a damn how you pronounce tomato just be sure to pronounce our school correctly. App-uh-latch-in.

In an AP story, about how the town of Boone was off the hook post-win, there's a picture of students wearing t-shirts proclaiming "Michigan who?" (see picture at top of post) I'd sell a kidney to have one of those shirts. I know they're unofficial but I have a feeling they're going to be loads better than the Official Licensed shirts. At any rate, they're more creative and I applaud creativity.

Finally, one last article on the win and my personal favorite of what I've read so far. Steve Silverman does a very apt job, in the opening paragraph, of describing ASU from the psyches of distraught Michigan fans:

%$%%$ Appalachian State.

From now on the tiny school from western North Carolina will be known as %^%$##$@ Appalachian State whenever the subject of the Mountaineers comes up in Ann Arbor.

Michigan who?

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Word of the day is...

It has come to my attention that some words are grossly underused, and it's a shame. What spurred this realization was a sentence uttered by Monty Burns in The Simpsons episode "Who Shot Mr. Burns, Part 2"

If you watch this clip, the sentence is at 00:54, "I was free to wallow in my own crapulence"

Brilliant. Not only use of the word "wallow" but the word "crapulence" had never before appeared on my vocabulary radar.

According to The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language:

crap·u·lence (krpy-lns)

n.

1. Sickness caused by excessive eating or drinking.

2. Excessive indulgence; intemperance.

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[From crapulent, sick from gluttony, from Late Latin crpulentus, very drunk, from Latin crpula, intoxication, from Greek kraipal.]

As a writer, reader and all-around geek, when I come across a word that is somewhat unusual and rarely used, I get a little tingly from excitement. Crapulence, just the very name invokes giggles. It's absolutely brilliant, way better than any of its synonyms, including inebriated. The English language could be livened up considerably if everyone just owned a thesaurus.

I take that back, the English language could be livened up considerably if everyone:
a.) knew what a thesaurus was (give you a hint, it's not a type of dinosaur...)
and
b.) knew how to use it

A thesaurus owner doesn't necessarily translate into a thesaurus user, my bad for leaping to conclusions.



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