. . . I suppose I should state something now and then.
And since I spent much of the weekend truly in solitary refinement, I have a great perspective on that status. Most of the time it's great. But then let another human being come into my presence, and I talk his/her arm off! Does that mean I crave companionship?
Nope. That is a question, and the jury, as they say, is out.
If I'm at a -- let's say "gathering" (almost said party) I'm ready to depart within a pretty short time, even if the gathering is with my beloveds. My own little corner and my own little chair feel so good when I get there!
Spent about 48 hours over the weekend on Oak Bay in the Port Townsend area, and although the birds were strangely few and silent (I've been there many times) it was a stellar away. Perhaps the birds were nesting? Went to dinner with d-in-l who zipped over from Seattle for a couple of hours, and we had a blast! The live music was from 5 people; the youngest was a 14 year old fiddler - awesome! - and the oldest was a 92 year old harmonica player who is Guiness Book of Records. Many in the "audience" wore their choice of a hat from the 200 or so hanging around the place. The menus were pasted in OLD 33-1/3 record albums, the kind that opened like a book. Cool!
We stayed till they closed, at the sleepy hour of 10. Loved it! (And it was a gathering!)
05 May 2010
seattle the braggart.
so, for a moment i had a catastophe on my hands: my email wouldn't allow me to sign in! i don't know what i'd even do if that were truly the case.
now, for the FBC Worry Hour.
1) last year at this time i was finishing up a day of skiing at alpy. "unbenknownest" to me, my then future roommates were queuing up for a "naked party" in which the affected people all started drinking cooly and efficiently and, well, got naked. i hadn't moved up yet, but i still hear details. and those details scare me. i mean, the roomies are skinny and hip and good looking, unafraid of waltzing around whichever apartment they currently occupy totally in flagrante. i hope this doesn't happen.
2) sunday is mother's day. i never know what to get for my mom. she always says "don't get me anything", but you know how lutherans can be. "don't worry about calling me" means "call me every day". that sorta thing.
3) in conjunction with mother's day, the woman next to me is gonna meet some of the family. this is most frightening. i mean, there are like 120 of us!! i don't even know all my cousins, let alone their kids and in-laws!! what if they think she's a "hippy"? i mean, she went to a lutheran college and all, but she doesn't shave her legs and she reuses her plastic bags!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
4) the elder roomie has been watching the fifth season of the wire. i ain't even seen all of the third, yet, let alone all of the fourth and into the fifth. what do i do? it's such a good show, and yet, i don't want to know everything until it's time. there's too many people i like who are in the position to "get got". maybe i should just build a "blanket fort" and hide whenever he starts watching.
5) last night i was in tacoma with the woman next to me and i had a bout of gas. what if farts are permanent? what if, instead of them going away upon the taking care of business, they just start showing up every five minutes or so, like a sort of fatal familial insomnia, but with farts instead of death?
6) i have in my nose just now a lot of "boogies". i mean, sure, i know how to pick my nose, but is it polite to do so at a "liberry"?
7) i don't even know who's favoured in the giro this year. levi leipheimer was on the podium at the tour of gila (supposedly spoken "tour of hee'-lah) a few minutes ago, but other than that, i got nothin. how do i know who to root for?
8) there's a crayon drawing in the ballard "liberry" art display called "oMega CLoVeR loRD".
anyway, i want some food. and beer. and "convo" with the woman next to me.
is it bad that riley freeman is my hero?
now, for the FBC Worry Hour.
1) last year at this time i was finishing up a day of skiing at alpy. "unbenknownest" to me, my then future roommates were queuing up for a "naked party" in which the affected people all started drinking cooly and efficiently and, well, got naked. i hadn't moved up yet, but i still hear details. and those details scare me. i mean, the roomies are skinny and hip and good looking, unafraid of waltzing around whichever apartment they currently occupy totally in flagrante. i hope this doesn't happen.
2) sunday is mother's day. i never know what to get for my mom. she always says "don't get me anything", but you know how lutherans can be. "don't worry about calling me" means "call me every day". that sorta thing.
3) in conjunction with mother's day, the woman next to me is gonna meet some of the family. this is most frightening. i mean, there are like 120 of us!! i don't even know all my cousins, let alone their kids and in-laws!! what if they think she's a "hippy"? i mean, she went to a lutheran college and all, but she doesn't shave her legs and she reuses her plastic bags!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
4) the elder roomie has been watching the fifth season of the wire. i ain't even seen all of the third, yet, let alone all of the fourth and into the fifth. what do i do? it's such a good show, and yet, i don't want to know everything until it's time. there's too many people i like who are in the position to "get got". maybe i should just build a "blanket fort" and hide whenever he starts watching.
5) last night i was in tacoma with the woman next to me and i had a bout of gas. what if farts are permanent? what if, instead of them going away upon the taking care of business, they just start showing up every five minutes or so, like a sort of fatal familial insomnia, but with farts instead of death?
6) i have in my nose just now a lot of "boogies". i mean, sure, i know how to pick my nose, but is it polite to do so at a "liberry"?
7) i don't even know who's favoured in the giro this year. levi leipheimer was on the podium at the tour of gila (supposedly spoken "tour of hee'-lah) a few minutes ago, but other than that, i got nothin. how do i know who to root for?
8) there's a crayon drawing in the ballard "liberry" art display called "oMega CLoVeR loRD".
anyway, i want some food. and beer. and "convo" with the woman next to me.
is it bad that riley freeman is my hero?
03 May 2010
distractions and name droppings.
i was checking up on my Important World News earlier today when. . .okay. let me rephrase that: i was reading bikesnob and i found out there were some really hot "podium girls" at the tour of gila. one of them had some "ink" and "outsized cleavage". velosnooze.com had an article about her. appartently the woman in question was so striking that comments on her photograph hadda be left off the public forum in order for velonews to remain "family oriented". this led me somehow to youtube and videos of liz hatch, a pro road racer, apparently talking about how awesome racing is. (she could have been talking about how she likes to drive cadillacs and eat watermelon, though. i don't actually know what she said cos the library isn't a place where one can listen to random cycling-themed videos at full volume. she's also in possession of "outsized cleavage", though i din't notice if there was any "ink".) ten minutes wasted, i then went over to noaa's website and checked my weather for my day off tomorrow. the verdict? 1500' snow level with up to a foot possible. now, i'm not one to be surprised at our washington springs. i remember the one when i was twenty where on mother's day it was 86 degrees--hot up in here by any standard except late july to early august--and by tuesday it was snowing at the water in vancouver. (that was also the time when i pushed my non-starting car into a snowbank to park it and forgot put it in first or set the e-brake and came back sunday night to find it gone. upon further inspection i found it was still parked in the snowbank, but the snow had since retreated about eight feet below the level of the parking lot.) at any rate, my plan for tomorrow had been to ride my squishy, the first such ride since late october, but now i ain't so sure.
in other news, i've heard a few too many people recently attempting to resurrect the word "righteous" outside of lutheran circles. this is unacceptable. if one were to check our archives, one would notice that i was using this word waaaay back at the middle of last summer. had you known me before that, you'd have seen me use it as early as mid june, and even that was after i repurposed it from my laser-using coworker. i'm not sure what to do. i need a new word, and fast. "snocka" just doesn't flow as well, but no one else is really gonna use that one. "jeans", maybe? as in "them jeans is TOTALLY jeans"? not sure. "packet"? "them bikes is so packet, you'd think people'd actually ride em steada pushin em around cap hill"? i don't know. i'll get back at ya on that.
"going forward", me and the woman next to me went to "key arena" (formerly and more humbly "the colosseum") to see a couple "rat city roller girls" bouts. the second bout was between the then 1st and 2nd place teams and was decided in the last four minutes of the hour long bout. the first bout, however, between the then 3rd and 4th place teams, was decided in about the first ten minutes. it was lopsided, to be sure. while the second bout was to a combined score of around 150, the first was decided by over 200 points. (202, to be exact.) it looked like cliff lee pitching against my 8th grade intramural team, "taco bell". (we weren't sponsored, if you must know. we were just an awesome team with an awesome name. i-m champs, too. i totally was the captain.) more intriguing than the bouts were the cheerleaders. dudes in tights and tutus and one woman in a vinyl bodysuit. and a "hype man" named "queen b" with all her hair piled on top of her head wandering around talking dirty to all the "hot guys" and calling our section "the really drunk one". which was unfair, cos the woman next to me and i only had one beer apiece. the woman next to me and i were apparently in the wrong section, even though the tickets said "general admission". we were in the "throttle rockets" section, even though we should have been in the "sockit wenches" section. it ended up not mattering, cos no one came to interview us or roll us up. we also ate some chicken strips and fries and had pbrs. we also did the wave. that totally "slayed".
some "social commentary": there's a dude across from me has his glasses in his hand instead of on his face and is sitting with his face six inches from his monitor. weird. and some woman called to ask if we are a bike shop today. i answered "that's why we're called 'BIKE(redacted)!" my boss today asked how i could still have such a strong superpower ("bitterness", if y'all'd forgot) when i "have a girlfriend" and i said "i wasn't bitter about not having a girlfriend" and he just looked at me. i said "okay. that wasn't the only thing." he then told me i hafta wear my shades (green bug-eyes with sparkly fireworks patterns on the temples) whenever i'm enacting my superopower.
i awoke this morning with excitement in my breast only to find my "murdered out" (what polly johnson of 764-HERO would have called it) orange juice "totally slayed" from a ritual "vodka sesh" last night. i was utterly halved. the walk to work took more than a half hour due to my dejected feet being unable to move further than a foot at a time. speaking of which, the elder roomie just told me it's been replenished and a sixer of "pike 'kilt lifter' scotch red" added to the "stable".
aight. i'm out. peace.
in other news, i've heard a few too many people recently attempting to resurrect the word "righteous" outside of lutheran circles. this is unacceptable. if one were to check our archives, one would notice that i was using this word waaaay back at the middle of last summer. had you known me before that, you'd have seen me use it as early as mid june, and even that was after i repurposed it from my laser-using coworker. i'm not sure what to do. i need a new word, and fast. "snocka" just doesn't flow as well, but no one else is really gonna use that one. "jeans", maybe? as in "them jeans is TOTALLY jeans"? not sure. "packet"? "them bikes is so packet, you'd think people'd actually ride em steada pushin em around cap hill"? i don't know. i'll get back at ya on that.
"going forward", me and the woman next to me went to "key arena" (formerly and more humbly "the colosseum") to see a couple "rat city roller girls" bouts. the second bout was between the then 1st and 2nd place teams and was decided in the last four minutes of the hour long bout. the first bout, however, between the then 3rd and 4th place teams, was decided in about the first ten minutes. it was lopsided, to be sure. while the second bout was to a combined score of around 150, the first was decided by over 200 points. (202, to be exact.) it looked like cliff lee pitching against my 8th grade intramural team, "taco bell". (we weren't sponsored, if you must know. we were just an awesome team with an awesome name. i-m champs, too. i totally was the captain.) more intriguing than the bouts were the cheerleaders. dudes in tights and tutus and one woman in a vinyl bodysuit. and a "hype man" named "queen b" with all her hair piled on top of her head wandering around talking dirty to all the "hot guys" and calling our section "the really drunk one". which was unfair, cos the woman next to me and i only had one beer apiece. the woman next to me and i were apparently in the wrong section, even though the tickets said "general admission". we were in the "throttle rockets" section, even though we should have been in the "sockit wenches" section. it ended up not mattering, cos no one came to interview us or roll us up. we also ate some chicken strips and fries and had pbrs. we also did the wave. that totally "slayed".
some "social commentary": there's a dude across from me has his glasses in his hand instead of on his face and is sitting with his face six inches from his monitor. weird. and some woman called to ask if we are a bike shop today. i answered "that's why we're called 'BIKE(redacted)!" my boss today asked how i could still have such a strong superpower ("bitterness", if y'all'd forgot) when i "have a girlfriend" and i said "i wasn't bitter about not having a girlfriend" and he just looked at me. i said "okay. that wasn't the only thing." he then told me i hafta wear my shades (green bug-eyes with sparkly fireworks patterns on the temples) whenever i'm enacting my superopower.
i awoke this morning with excitement in my breast only to find my "murdered out" (what polly johnson of 764-HERO would have called it) orange juice "totally slayed" from a ritual "vodka sesh" last night. i was utterly halved. the walk to work took more than a half hour due to my dejected feet being unable to move further than a foot at a time. speaking of which, the elder roomie just told me it's been replenished and a sixer of "pike 'kilt lifter' scotch red" added to the "stable".
aight. i'm out. peace.
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