Friday, December 18, 2009
hey there. it's an honor to correspond with you today. i totally voted for you.
here's the thing, as a resident of the great state of ski utah i truly understand the concept of snow storms being an inevitability. two months of a frickin' winter wonderland and then 2 months of dispair. and you know what? fine. i don't blame you, my local congressman or congresswoman or whomever you are, for the weather. i blame the weatherman. and jack frost who i would love to personally nip in the ahem nose.
but where are the plows? where are they? why am i always driving to work in this?
and also, do you know how hard it is to find your camera in your purse and take a picture while sliding across a 4 lane freeway?
as a resident of a state with a foreseeable 4 month actually snowy winter, isn't there supposed to be an allotted number of tax dollars going towards, you know, not having cars smash into each other?
i'm just saying.
love and kisses,
Monday, November 16, 2009
in some ways this year has been harder, but in the final tallying, this year has had some pretty great high points and since i feel the new year looming, i think it's time to list 2,009 things that made the year 2009 awesome.
and when i say i'm going to list 2,009 things... i am lying.
i will never be that thankful. also, i will never have an attention span that intense.
top travels: dublin, san francisco
top moment: flight of the conchords in concert, sundance film festival.
top tv finds:
truly interesting people don't watch tv because it's a waste of time and instead of watching fictional people do interesting things, we should all be out doing interesting things ourselves... whatever, i love tv. this year was especially bountiful because this is the year i found "freaks and geeks" (thanks revamped79), "west wing" (except for the last couple of seasons)(thanks mom), and "battlestar galactica" (thanks all you people who had a tinge of shame in your voice when you let it slip that you were skipping out of work early to catch the season premier).
top creations: drunken onesies
top reconnection with college friend: the chad visit
top family moment: becoming an aunt. almost. in like a week, i'll be an aunt. and i can already tell that this will be one of the best things of my life.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
because there is, of course, nothing to delve. my first day back at college i almost consciously decided i hated my roommates and my apartment and my neighbors who just happened to be the cool kids from my high school and the boy who didn't love me even a little.
i hated them all.
after about thirty seconds.
all i can say is it seemed completely rational at the time.
the upside of hating my roommates and apartment and neighbors and boy who didn't love me even a little was that campus became a refuge. after class, i'd spend the day hidden away at a corner cubical in the basement of the library with fresh bread from the campus bakery and a bottle of apple juice and my homework and my walkman which basically played "every breath you take: the classics" by the police for like an entire month.
i bring this up for no other reason than the arrow 103.5 played both "every little thing she does is magic" and "king of pain" while i was driving to work today.
and i'm telling you i was back in the library drinking apple juice and reading about opportunity cost.
and i didn't even need a gigawatt.
Friday, November 06, 2009
i googled "cocker spaniel blood disease" and that's what popped up.
in any case, that's what my parents' (mom's) dog has. she's had it forfreakingever and as i understand it, up to this point it simply means she takes steroids and gets to live life as the most spoiled creature on planet earth.
last week little daisy crashed and ended up having to get a blood transfusion. and now she gets super high doses of steroids and daily blood tests at the vet. i've taken her to the vet a few times and have come to the very black and white conclusion that there are two types of people;* animal people and not animal people. the animal people read "little daisy crashed" and had some sort of sympathetic aww-ish sound go through their head. the not animal people read "blood transfusion" and thought "they paid to give a blood transfusion to a dog??"
you know, and there is no right or wrong.
except for the not animal people.
you are very very wrong.
the people at the vet's office are an interesting bunch. a bit brusque and rather awkward (my new catch phrase, thanks to the centrifugey tech guy is "boogie on", by the way) and just not people persons. it's horribly obvious they couldn't care less about the frazzley haired giantess in front of them. but they're so sweet and at ease with daisy.
so that's kind of weird too.
*i'm experimenting with the semicolon. i'm not exactly sure what it's purpose is but i feel like i've ignored it for far too long.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
the man on the radio told me a recent survey shows that, compared to years past, drastically less people believe global warming is a serious issue.
radio man asked me, "has your opinion about global warming changed in the last year? why don't you think global warming is a serious issue anymore?"
"because i am driving to work in a snow storm right now!! gaaaa!! where am i? am i in lehi? what is happening??", i calmly and attractively replied.
sanity is such a relative term.
Monday, October 26, 2009
top 40 list referring to radyes, i'm bringing "rad" back*ness and not pop songs.
and also, there isn't an actual list because i'm making this all up as i type.
i'm trying to find a find a fancy way to tell you that i really enjoy halloween. it's rad!
and i seriously wish there were other yearly occasions where people would costume up because if i walk into a costume party i can tell you in the first two minutes who i want to roll with. halloween costumes make a group of people so much easier to gauge. they might as well be wearing signs around their necks announcing what they think is cool and i'm very interested in finding the people whose costumes say, "i'm awesome, ask me how."
i've started as of 2 minutes ago when i started writing this making a list of the costumes i'd like to see at some point and it includes...
the karate kid shower costume
the doppler effect is "the big bang theory" on anyone else's top 40 list?
a never nude
that's really all i have so far.
*"take it to the briiiidge"
Monday, October 12, 2009
a pen with nitrogen and special ink making it usable in extreme temperatures, underwater, and without gravity.
do you know what the russians used?
okay, okay. that's a myth.
the the nonexaggerated story is that the U.S. used pencils as well. they, in fact, spent $128.89 per pencil which (for some unknown reason!) people found ridiculous. NASA also saw the broken pencil tips as harmful and didn't want anything flammable on board (a rocket) so they spent $1 million on space pens.
i don't really know what the russians did. just roughed it, i guess. harmful pencil tips and all.
i haven't decided yet which story is going to be the version i tell people.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
also known as "my fair lady" except not because of the absolute lack of "by george, i think she's got it"/"the rain in spain"/"i've grown accustomed to her face" moments.
age 17 was also the year i waited in line to see "phantom menace" on opening day thinking i was finally going to experience first hand "star wars" awesomeness.
i mean, completely unimportant in the grand scheme of things but still.
Monday, September 21, 2009
obsessing about it.
imagining everything i own being burned to a crisp, including the secret stash of cash i forgot to deposit when i went to the bank on friday.
and then i start thinking about that scene from "the unsinkable molly brown" where the unsinkable molly brown- attempting to out think potential bandits- hides her piles of money in the stove.
then i wonder how i'm going to explain to my mother that i burned down my grandmother's house and hummels.
however, if i'm keeping it real as i'm not really prone to do, the only thing i'm obsessing about is the fact that my poor little dog is alone in the house and the first (and really only) rule of pet ownership is to not leave your pet in a burning building.
in summary, some life advice: if you can't do something constructive, do something neurotic.
i also can't remember whether or not i locked the door this morning.
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
i've never been able to use the word "dearth" in any conversation ever. usually i'll hear or read a word i like and keep it on the back burner until the magic moment when it finally fits into a conversation and then i'll bust it out all nonchalant and the person i'm talking to will usually stare at me because actually i wasn't at all nonchalant about it. but usually if i can very consciously get a word out once it will become a part of my vocabulary and i can stop obsessing about it. "dearth" has yet to be applicable.
although it occurs to me that with a little more effort i could've used "dearth" while describing this very situation.
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
you all know what i'm talking about...
now, "teen wolf" is an awesome, awesome movie. it taught us all the importance of both accepting and controlling our own inner wolf. see, the whole wolf thing is like a metaphor. a wonderfully weird, basketball playing metaphor.
and i felt like i needed to pull these real life teen wolves aside and explain how the whole point of teen wolf is to NOT go van surfing. and also, m.j.f. had a stunt man because standing on a van while your doofus friend veers around isn't- wait, what's the word?- SAFE. and also, m.j.f. had a stunt man do the whole skateboarding/holding on to a truck bumper thing too. just f.y.i.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
i think this will become my new standard of stress measurement. am i mad enough to throw a teacup at the mona lisa? no? then i'm not really mad.
i've watched, like, every "end of the world"/"robot uprising" type movie there is this summer- i assume you've been doing the same (b.t.dub, one of the previews being shown is essentially doing nothing but giving credence to my cousin's theory about the apocalypse and because, in my mind, mayan calender nuts are just repurposed nuts left over from y2k and shouldn't in any way be acknowledged, john cusack and i are fighting. tragedy.)- and it's changed me. not really. really. i will never change. let's talk about it...
1. far be it for me to bring up a topic as incensing as gun control i hate guns. they should be controlled. but i think all parties will agree that in a post apocalyptic world you will have to know how to shoot a gun. really well. so you won't be killed by a naked arnold schwartzenegger (tragedy).
this is just common sense.
which is why i secretly want to go to a gun range. to perfect my aim you do not want bad aim when facing naked arnold schwartzenegger.
this will also come in useful should i ever take up paintballing.
2. i'm chatty. i just am. it can come in handy or it can be incredibly annoying, i see this, but what really worries me is that when it comes to world-ending emergency type situations elvis had it right when he said he needs "a little less conversation, a little more action". being super chatty makes you expendable. unless you're super funny or british and i'm neither.
which is why i think it's best to pretend to be mute it's impossible to be killed if you're mute.
3. i used to think there was a karmic, golden rule kind of a thing when it came to life. but now that i have lived and i mean really lived i can tell you with all the experience of my 28 years that i still think there's a karmic, golden rule kind of thing when it comes to life. however, in post apocalyptic world, likability can be a major drawback. i mean sure, if you're evil or with the government or a nazi you'll get your comeupance and we'll all cheer (karma-ed!), but if you're super lovable? ya, you're also going to die. to make us all feel bad. you'll probably sacrifice yourself. and when you do, you'll probably say something poignant beforehand about the needs of the many outweighing the needs of the few... or the one.
and all i'm saying is, that is not for me.
so the next time i'm kind of jerk to you i'm probably just practicing not being too lovable. it could save my life!
4. my religion has a weird obsession with food storage. i'm sorry i'm not sorry but it's true. i completely understand and respect the idea of being industrious and self reliant. and i understand from a summer blockbuster perspective that when aliens invade, i'll be blockaded in my house and will be happy to have canned goods and water but i do not understand the weekly food storage email i get from my ward.
here's a sample...
For the next 12 months, we are going to make an effort to help you gather food storage on $5.00 a week (for 2). Each week we will have the suggested items posted in the newsletter, along with other food storage ideas and even a few recipes to try. The suggested items will always be listed under the following topic: One Year Supply For $5.00 A Week for Two People
Each week take $5.00 and buy the specified items for a week. Remember that some weeks will not use all of the $5.00 and some weeks will use more than $5.00. Plan to set aside $5.00 each week regardless. There are also a few weeks you will have nothing to buy, but set aside the money for those weeks as well. By the end of the 52 weeks you will have 700 lbs. of wheat, 240 lbs. of sugar, 40 pounds of powdered milk, 13 lbs. of salt, 10 lbs. of honey, 5 lbs. of peanut butter, 45 cans of tomato soup, 32 cans of mushroom soup, 15 cans of tuna fish, 10 boxes of macaroni and cheese, 500 aspirin, 730 multiple vitamins, 6 lbs. of dried yeast, and 6 lbs. of shortening. This should sustain 2 people for 1 year.
*** Remember to add $5.00 more for every 2 additional people in your family.
Week 12: 4 cans Mushroom Soup, 2lbs Shortening"
although i appreciate the sentiment that this is food storage for two in my mind i'm blockaded in my home with orlando bloom, i refuse to be stuck in my house, hiding from aliens, eating cream of mushroom soup and 700 pounds of wheat.
what it really comes down to is this. when the world ends in 2012, i want to go out in the first wave. there's no way i want to make it through all the mass devastation just to mutely shoot the transformed kitchen appliances stealing my 40 pounds of powdered milk.
i think i've made my point.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
the form my celebration took was to cook the traditional mountain of food and then eat it.
sadly, i didn't take any pictures of the feast but i did make a quick sketch of what it was basically like...
i'm very talented.
*give or take.
Friday, July 17, 2009
with an "on fire with anger" kind of a vehemence.
mostly because i'm awkward on the phone.
like, painfully awkward.
and then you add to that all the, "are you still there?"s and "... wait, what did you say?"s and the "hahaha... i'm replying to you in the most ambiguous way possible because i'm not really sure what you said and i don't want to ask you to repeat yourself AGAIN but i think you might've said something about your kid"s... cell phone conversations are a misery.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
by far the most impressive part of the whole thing was jenny lewis, whose voice is much more powerful than rilo kiley ever led me to believe.
i like music (possibly the most daring opinion anyone has ever posted on any website ever)(i'm a maverick) but having as many audiophile friends as i do, i don't feel i can claim anything more than that. as it is i'm worried i might have to prove my likeage through a series of trivia questions and karaoke challenges.
please. never put me through that kind of mental torture.
the other day, one of the little candy packaging balls of angst came into my office to brag about the class he'll be taking during his first semester of college.
"history of rock and roll".
now i know and you know this class is not going to be what he thinks it's going to be (coughcougheasyAcough) and that's okay. but you know what's not okay? the blank expression on his face when i jokingly offered to lend him some cds (the specific cds aren't important (coughcoughzeppelincough)). you know what else was not okay? his long pause and his earnest response, "um... no thanks. i'm pretty sure this class is basically going to be about, like, elvis."
this was the moment my new project (read: "new mix cd" (read: "rock 101: know it, don't blow it")) was born. a compilation of rock songs i really, just... like.
here's the question:
what's the first song you would think of to include in your own "know it, don't blow it" mix?
mine was the beatles "helter skelter".
i don't know why.
Monday, July 13, 2009
"yep, i have a garden, so i get to literally enjoy the fruits of my labor."
because i'm growing strawberries.
get it? ... it's fruit.
thank you for listening.
Monday, June 22, 2009
i'm almost through my busy time of year. in fact, i'm so close with being done with halloween and christmas '09 i can taste it. and when i say i can taste it, what i mean is that i'm currently eating candy samples from what will be my next packaging project... nostalgia candy. i'm surrounded by all my most favorite candies from my childhood.
don't worry, i'll list it out one by one.
i'm talking about pixie sticks, pop rocks, ring pops, cry babies, fire balls, candy necklaces and fun dip and something called "zotz".
i'm telling you, this totally makes up for the taj mahal themed gum drop label i had to make.
the other day, one of the little, candy packaging balls-of-angst came into my office to brag about the class he'll be taking during his first semester of college.
"history of rock and roll".
now i know and you know that this class is not going to be what he thinks it's going to be (coughcougheasyAcough) (coughcoughand talking about elvis(no seriously. that's what he told me he thinks it will be(i brought up led zepplin and he stared at me blankly))cough).
this was the moment my new project (read: "new mix cd" (read: "rock 101: know it, don't blow it")) was born.
not that i'm in any way a true audiophile. and not that he'll care. but i'm having an incredibly great time making this cd and i highly recommend you make one of your own.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
1. my friends and i will never be able to finish a plate of baked goods because nobody wants to be the person who takes the last piece. we will however break the last piece in infinite halves.
this is a real life example of zeno's dichotomy paradox.
2. in any given dvd commentary the word "genius" will be used 32 times.
3. a person's moderation, patience, and (let's face it) basic decency diminishes sharply the moment they stop communicating with someone face-to-face, ergo an otherwise normal person has a high chance of being mean and crazy via phone. here, i've graphed it out...
my first job was as a telemarketer and i wanted to quit after the first fifteen minutes.
but i didn't.
i quit after 4 hours.
which is why i have this sympathy for the telemarketers of the world. i have no problem sitting through their speech and required three attempts, and usually when i do they are so filled with relief they start making small talk. today, after i updated our company address info for one of our free magazine subscription!s i had the following conversation...
telemarketer: what is your name?
telemarketer: and what is your job title?
telemarketer: really? i want to be a designer. i'm trying so hard.
me: right on. keep trying cuz it's totally worth it.
telemarketer: what city are you in?
me: salt lake city
telemarketer: would it surprise you to know that i am calling you from india?
me: really. what city?
telemarketer: new delhi
telemarketer: yes, i am trying to be a designer but i was rejected from the local school-[life story]-free lance work.
me: ...[awestruck]... dude... that's rough.
telemarketer: have a nice day!
4. people always suck in their stomach the moment right before they walk in front of a mirror or large glass window.
ya, i'm totally making this up as i go along. additions?
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
so there you go, month of may. i've been busy.
disinterested, non caffeinated, and busy.
supersonic, idiotic, disconnecting, not respecting...
Thursday, May 28, 2009
here is today's work list...
first, i want you to notice the "holiday 2009" heading because ya, i've started christmas.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
last week, on my sidebar...
the place to "find your geek match".
you rent one season of "battlestar galactica"...
i feel a special thrill in arguing at work.
i decided to not drink diet coke during the month of may and i will tell you why... because i'm not addicted to diet coke. i mean, i like it. i like that it has no calories. i find it refreshing and delightsome and on par with drinking sunshine and unicorns... but let us get one thing straight, people who i work with, when you compare diet coke to a crack addiction and i say no, diet coke is not crack, and you say yes, it's basically the same thing... you make me insane. and you must be proven wrong.
so i gave up diet coke for the month of may and here's the thing, at no point did i have a caffeine headache or anything like that.
because caffeinated soda is not crack.
Monday, April 20, 2009
part I: weed or plant?
the winner was, er, not always me. there's an incident with 40 year old geraniums/chrysanthimums i cannot at this time relate.
part II or deux: taking a break or taking a nap?
either way i won. unless it was a competition between me and ziggy because then he won. unless the competition was to see who could lay in the sun and not get sunburned because then i won.
part III: is that a bug?? is that a bug??
all i know is it's the neighbor's problem now.
p.s. in the "suggested friends" portion of facebook i have to keep rejecting "jesus" and i'm starting to feel guilty about it.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
let's explore why...
first, i've never understood what navy seals do. i knew they existed. i assumed they did stuff, but i never heard about the stuff they were doing and i'm not going to lie to you- the silence scares me. hearing about their awesome captain-rescuing skills comforted me a little bit although it did little to nothing to diminish the image i have of demi moore shaving her head in "g.i. jane".
second, it totally made me laugh when the pirates were all, "why would you kill us? we are OUTRAGED that you would kill three of the men who kidnapped and held that ship captain for ransom and tried to take away food and aid you were sending to our starving countrymen. OUTRAGED! what did we ever do to you?? well. now we're going to have to crack down. you've forced us to. this is all your fault really. from now on, when we attack an unarmed vessel, we're going to kill everyone. because fair is fair."
which, by the way, third, why are these food/aid vessels still floating around unarmed? dude. america loves guns. we love them. i watched this "60 minutes" report on sunday about it and we love our guns automatic and unregulated. so when we send food aid through pirate infested waters during a time when pirates have vowed to avenge the deaths of their innocent comrades who were just holding that guy captive until they got their millions of dollars, why are we not arming the boat with a navy seal? or at the very least coconut bombs.
or a pit with a tiger in it?
ya, fourth, my idea of pirates has been shaped by a childhood spent watching "swiss family robinson".
not to say this situation isn't serious, but with everything else in the news that i will never be able to understand because the economy makes no sense and north korea is confusing and a "tea party" is the lamest thing to call a protest ever unless you're actually protesting a tax on tea by dumping it into a harbor (which was very rock and roll), pirates PIRATES should be an easy win. when it comes to a show of force and an ocean full of potential collateral damage... isn't that what we're supposed to be good at?
Thursday, April 02, 2009
it makes me feel weird.
lastly, (i should start numbering my points due to their sheer magnitude!) i don't like being told what to do and who does, really?
trust me. i tell people what to do all the time and they never like it.
depending on the circumstance i'll tolerate it if i have to but most often i'll scream, "you're not my mother!!" and then i'll stomp off. except when it's my mom because then i'll scream, "you're not the boss of me!" and then i'll stomp off. and when it's my boss i scream,"...." nothing. because i like being employed.
so, ya. sometimes i act like a three year old, but for the most part i try and take it. because really the easiest thing to do is smile, think snarky thoughts, nod, and then go off and do whatever i want.
because i'm a grown up.
and you're not my mother.
all i'm saying is, i have self control. do you hear that, little old lady who isn't actually related to me but who is related to my great aunt through marriage ? i have self control! so you can tell me who to call and what to do and how it's going to be while my great aunt says goodbye to my dying grandmother and i will thank you for the advice. i'll want to remind you that i'm twice your size and a third your age and then tell you to get out of my house, but i won't.
Monday, March 30, 2009
i thought i knew.
but turns out i did not.
so i put it to you on this the night of march 30th...
dear smart people,
why is it wrong for me to say that something "effect"ed me? why?
i just want to be more like you.
thanks ever so,
Thursday, March 19, 2009
there is only one movie ONE! that nicolas cage has been bearable in...
... and that's basically because moonstruck's awesomeness eclipses the cage's weirdness.
so i ask you... HOW is he still making movies? who is his fan base? WHO?
i demand an answer.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
the following post especially.
to my life.
"Thanks to Angel for finding this comment on a Times article about violence against women.
women are often as attractive and as beautiful as flowers(with brains) it is normal that they want to show the best of themselves through being sexy : it is the essence of feminity and real men like that .Those who dare hitting a woman are not well in their mind.Who would hit a flower
Didier, paris, France
I tried to explain that to my girlfriend once. She said I was a patronising jerk and then wept as she beat her tiny fists ineffectually against my manly chest."
of course then i read the article and the joy was ebbed.
Friday, March 06, 2009
but i'm going out on a limb today because the only other thing i've got in my arsenal is a story about an impromptu square dancing party that took place during family dinner on sunday between mom, dad, carolyn, and mohammad while grandma and i stared in wonder, but i think they actually expect me to write about it so, you know, obviously i can't.
anyways, the limb. don't distract me from the limb.
i enjoy the luxury of being single. i like my people and my job and my stuff and when i see how hard parenting is (rewarding and fulfilling but, like, hard) it really makes me appreciate being able to focus my spare time on, you know, myself.
i truly never expected to have this mentality. my married friends are so happy and i always thought that being the single friend would exclude me from the happy. i had this picture of going to friends' weddings alone (gasp!) and wanting to kill myself. i imagined my sister getting married (and leaving me the ONLY single person in my family) with dread. but that's not what it's been like at all. not only do i get to have an easygoing and fulfilling life but i never begrudge my friends their happiness and if anything, seeing them get married and then seeing how willing they are to include me in their lives... there's just no room for self pity.
plus, i don't have to defend paying $100 to get my hair done.
which is why i can say to you ever so confidently... being single is awesome.
if i were to end here i'd almost seem put together.
but i am not ending it there.
because there is one thing that gets to me and it is this: blogrolls.
you know, the links everyone has to their friends' blogs. they always look something like this...
marcia & greg
jan & peter
bert & ernie
captain & tennille
homer & marge
rachel & ross
sid & nancy
luke & leah
buster & lucille 2
thelma & louise
starsky & hutch
george & gracie
smokey & the bandit
out of all the rational things in the world that should make me feel like an idiot...
...but ours is not a rational world.
so i'm ridiculous, what's new? but it's like couple couple couple couple couple kat.
who writes for only herself.
it's not that i mind having people link to me, i love it. it makes me feel relevant. and liked. and pretty.
it's not even that i care if i'm the only single one on the list. i mean, ya, it's a little bit like i accidentally got put onto noah's roll call for the ark, but whatever, i have maturity enough to deal.
what annoys me is that usually the blogs aren't written by both people. if i get married, kylily.blogspot.com will still be my blog. i will still be writing only for myself. in fact, i'll probably have to add a disclaimer that the opinions expressed in this blog are those of kat and kat alone.
so, since most "couple" blogs are written by one person, the only thing the blogroll is doing is telling you who's married and in so doing it's kind of taking away the individual identity of the person doing the writing just because they're married. suddenly they have to speak on behalf of the coupled entity they've become and i mean, i know you're part of a super special marriage but you can still have your own blog.
yes, now i'm getting carried away.
yes, this is probably why i'm still single.
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
i'm just saying that when someone opens a can of soda, i have a pavlovian response.
as in, yes, drooling like a dog.
speaking of things i hope you find strangely endearing...
this is what i see when i leave for work every morning.
yes, yes. a lovely brick house, but just like a "where's waldo book" (is that the best comparison i could've made?) you have to look closer...
"maybe you don't want to go." that is what ziggy's ears and forehead are saying.
so let's just add some things to the classified ad i hopefully will never get to the point of actually writing:
#1 must love dogs
#2 must love diet coke
and #3 must love the fact that i have a picture of ruben studdard next to my computer (he's my muse of the month)...
Monday, February 16, 2009
because i am literate.
i'm very excited.
of course i also realize that in less than 40 hours, i'll have a knot in my stomach and will start wondering if there's any way i can get myself out of this trip and shouldn't i just stay home and watch tv instead?
because i am a crazy person.
and i recognize that.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
it was sexy.
wait, no. no it wasn't.
i was a little less willing to do the frosting heart thing this year because while i was working 10 hour days, i kept picturing my actual work piling up and up and up toward the heavens... and i just didn't want to deal.
but it was fine. because even with the frosting and the work and the commuting and my determination to run sprint intervals every night so i could fit into the "ireland pants" i'd ordered online with a 37" inseam that i was GOING to fit into because they're a size smaller than i usually wear and seriously, if i was going to be shopping in a land with european sizing, i was going to need pants sized in the single digits to change back into and stop me from hating myself... i love valentine's day.
my love has been tested.
my love has been proven.
and nothing can tear us asunder.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
it's because of the background music.
and the mantages. mantages are brilliant. i don't care what you're mantaging, you will not disappoint me.
and then there are taglines. one sentence to make people want to see the movie. i love it. i want a tagline of my own to use when i introduce myself, so people will be like, "yes. awesome. i must know more."
but until i figure out my own, original tagline i should probably borrow one and see how it goes over.
here are some of my favorites...
"kat: still the fairest of them all!"
i'm just telling it like it is. just putting it out there right at the get go. you know, because maybe the person i'm talking to doesn't have eyes.
i said that.
"kat: nothing like it has ever been on earth before"
"kat: she was everything the west was - young, fiery, exciting!"
i like it because it involves a simile and makes me seem literary. wait, i mean a metaphor.
"kat: there can be only one"
a statement that could make the listener disappointed or relieved depending on whether or not they find me annoying.
"kat: in gorgeous and shocking astravision and sexicolor!"
okay, so this might be the tagline of a 1960's horror/porn movie that was banned from finland.
and i might not understand what "astravision" is supposed to mean which, yes,- because it's a tagline for porn- makes me worry that it's some sort of nasty entendre i just don't get.
...but "sexicolor" makes me giggle.
"kat: the damnedest thing you ever saw!"
but you have to say it in an old man voice.
"kat: man has made his match ... now it's his problem."
don't think about this one too hard or you'll realize it doesn't make sense.
and also that it's not all that funny.
"kat: don't get her wet, keep her out of bright light, and never feed her after midnight."
this is not so much a tagline as it is sound advice.
"kat: be afraid. be very afraid."
and then i would do my mad scientist laugh.
"kat: don't answer the phone. don't open the door. don't try to escape."
i don't know why i would say this to anyone. unless i want them to think i'm creepy.
although i am kind of creepy so i might as well be up front about it.
"kat: the most incredible thing that ever happened is about to happen to you."
yes. confidence. yes. this might be my favorite.
as always, suggestions are always welcome.
unless they're lame suggestions.
i do not welcome lameness.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
words like gauche, autocratic, and macabre.
you might also be interested to know that my father used each of those words while talking to my brother-in-law, the tall, zoophobic iranian who is learning english by watching "while you were sleeping" with the subtitles on and wore his "proud to be a berkley mom" sweatshirt to dinner a few weeks ago.
and you just might be interested to know that in each instance i left the room to laugh hysterically into a pillow.
Monday, January 26, 2009
which struck rather close to home at times,
called a cab to take home a guy named churi
because i was too scared to give him a ride home,
realized i'm not a hipster
nor do i want to be one
if it involves awkward headwear, dark rimmed glasses, and a lack of underwear,
was asked what salary bracket i fall into,
cleaned up vomit,
worried that i was racist,
laughed a LOT at michael cera and realized nobody around me was laughing
because it is not hip to laugh
but it is hip to not shower and talk about how you totally saw bowie,
saw a quasi celebrity (not bowie) and didn't care,
saw a cartoon about "moonies",
received an explanation later about what "moonies" are,
stole money from my sleeping grandmother,
received a bill for having my ovaries removed
a procedure i do not remember having,
fell into a deep, overstimulated slumber.
so... typical friday night. for, you know, someone.
Monday, January 19, 2009
and securing himself a spot on the list is neil patrick harris a.k.a. doogie...
a.k.a. dr. horrible
a.k.a. my soul mate.
now i have the rotten task of deciding which of the existing members gets shoved off a cliff.
some people say blogs are the "manifestation of the twitchy narcissism of my generation"... i just don't see it.
5. neil patrick harris
4. jack lemmon
3. hugh jackman
2. gene kelly
1. han solo and/or indiana jones
sorry fresh prince of belair. you're out.
who wants to share their t5's? you know you've got them.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
there's the glitzy, hollywood winter where i sit next to a fire with hot cocoa looking like this...
... and then i run out in the fresh, beautiful whiteness and make a snow angel.
somewhere between november 15th and january 2nd. that's hollywood winter.
and i can get behind that.
it's the second part of winter i can't handle. post-inversion. where the world seems completely enveloped in one big smog cloud. my heart seems enveloped by one big smog cloud. and i want to say i know the sun exists but i'm going purely on faith. and it's important to not roll in the snow because it is frozen and it is black.
hollywood never shows that winter.
the thing is, it's hard to tell when you've hit winter stage II because it kind of sneaks up on you.
so here's a tip: i have found the best indicator of the true state of winter is the people. when winter stage II hits- for a lack of better phrasing- everyone looks more or less vagrant.
you might laugh, you might roll your eyes, but i'm telling you stage II is coming because i just saw a guy in a wool cap and an old thick coat with the entire back ripped apart get into a bmw.
and that's all i'm saying.
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
i might be ever so slightly behind the trends.
as is my morning tradition, i was sitting on my couch watching whatever random dvd i was watching shout out to blockbuster.com what up? while i ate breakfast.
and as is morning tradition, ziggy came tottering out of the bedroom, jumped on my lap and immediately fell back to sleep.
for you see, my dog is not what you would call a morning canine.
he tends to sleep until noon or until he is roused by my incessant calls to action and glory when he'll finally emerge- ears askew-, do his morning stretches of destiny and then fall back to sleep on the nearest lap.
and as is morning tradition, i mocked his laziness and his ears which were especially askew.
i mean, seriously, how does something like that happen? heheh... fool.
then i finally got up off the couch, did my morning stretches of destiny and went up to my mirror to find out who the fairest of them all is.
my mirror's reply? "yikes."
and truth be told, i agreed with it.