Help Identify!

So while walking to work today, Pig ate a random white mint/pill/tablet the size of an Altoid. It happened so quickly that I had no way of stopping her. Luckily, there was another one of these lil white things a couple feet away, which I managed to keep her away from and pick up to examine.

The letters F/X are one side and there's a treble clef on the other.

Probably candy, right? No need to take Pig to the vet to get her stomach pumped, right?

Hump Day

Well, it's a hump day. As far as most hump days go, it's been okay. There was some unusual work nonsense - hysterical screaming, throwing of office supplies, announcement of quitting, followed by "deposition" type meetings where a bunch of us have been called in as witnesses, including me...but whatever. Not really my problem.

Anyway, work nonsense. And the realization of Max's schedule sinking in. Boo. He'll be shooting in Phoenix from July 4 until the July 9th, then back in LA, and then off to Denver July 15 for TEN WEEKS. That's a loooooooong time. (*sigh*) I'm trying to stay optimistic and plan on making all these goals for the next ten weeks (exercising, learning to knit, walking Pig more often, working harder at the office, blah blah blah) so stay tuned for the oh-so-riveting blog Post of 10 Week Goals, and the equally riveting weekly updates. (remember when I used to monthly updates on my resolutions?...yawn)

Other news - no burlesque classes for me, I don't think. The class schedule just doesn't work great for me, nor Thode, who was going to take them with me. I'm kind of bummed but maybe I can sign up for a different kind of class then. I'm thinking of looking into some boot camp type classes instead.

So. Hump Day. Yeah.

Things I Plan to Buy w/ My Vegas Poker Winnings (think positive, right?)

I "spotted" (ha!) this lil beauty running through a mall up in San Francisco several weeks ago.

Delightful Swarovski crystal Dalmatian Mother contently sits at rest. Sparkling black crystal eyes, ears and spots accent the clear crystal frame. Captivating figurine is expertly crafted in the finest Austrian crystal from Swarovski. Dalmatian Mother is 3-inches wide, 2-3/4 inches high and 1-1/2 inches deep.

Also, a new mp3 player, as I managed to drop mine in a little side walk stream (where does this water come from???) while walking Pig yesterday. Sad.

Phone Convo w/ My Mom This Morning

Me: Hey Mom.
Mom: Hey! Oh I can't talk very long, I've got to get out of the shower!
Me: Huh? What?
Mom: Your sister and I ate it all in 48 hours!
Me: Wha...Oh the banana cream pie?
Mom: NO, the chocolate torte!
Me: Oh that's right. You guys bought a chocolate torte last Friday.
Mom: It was 5 inches thick - with TWELVE layers.
Me: Good god...imagine the calori- wait, mom, did you say you're in the shower?
Mom: Yes.
Me: Right now?
Mom: Yes.
Me: OKAY. MOM. THIS IS GROSS. I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU WHILE YOU'RE IN THE SHOWER.
Mom: (laughing) Haha, okay, I'll call you back in a few minutes.

Is it just me, or is it totally gross to talk to someone on the phone who's in the shower?? And don't even get me started about talking to someone on the phone when they're on the toilet....

So anyway, Mom calls me later and catches me in the car on the way to lunch with some of my coworkers. I tell her our previous phone conversation is making it to my blog and sort of ask for her permission, but not really. She sort of doesn't allow me to, but not really, by laughing and saying, "Well, I can't stop you, can I?"

But how cute is my mom - After hanging up, she calls me back immediately again and says, "Just to clarify...and make sure this gets on the blog - the only reason I got used to taking the phone in the shower is because when you guys were little, I was always afraid I'd miss an emergency call from the school or something." Awww.

But still...

I've Been Tagged!

ok, so NannyKate (aka Kate G) has "tagged" me on her blog to write up my answers to the following. So here it goes (gonna be embarassing, but well, it's not like you guys don't know about my strange reading tastes)

1) total number of books i've owned.
This is a hard one to figure out - I've always been a total bookworm, and I've read thousands of books, but I'm pretty good about using the library. So I guess I would say around 400.

2) what is the last book i bought?
The last book I bought was a Hamish Macbeth book ("Death of a Cad") for Max's grandma. I'm trying to spread the Hamish love around. :) The last book I bought for myself was an Agatha Raisin novel ("Agatha Raisin and the Love from Hell").

3) what is the last book i read?
Yesterday, while recovering from a nasty hangover (Sat night was a "Girl's Night Out" Night) I read Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix. I figured I'd re-read it in preparation for the release of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince on July 16 (so excited!!!!)

4) 5 books that mean something to me.

This is a tough one for me, because as much as I love to read...books generally don't "mean" something to me - I read because I like the stories and the characters and the world that the writers create.

But, I guess if I had to dig up some books that have a bit more significance to me I'd say:

Ramona Quimby, Age 8 by Beverly Clearly - This was the book that started it all - my love for reading. My first non-picture book. I of course, bought all the books in the series and reread them religiously.

Portrait of a Lady by Henry James - This is the only book, that despite several serious attempts, I have not been able to finish. Somehow, I just get so bored that I can't go on.

The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan - Kind of obvious why it's significant, isn't it? I can just really relate to it. Plus, it's nice because my mom read this too - I think it is one of the few books we've both read. (She prefers to read Chinese novels)

Bridget Jones's Diary by Helen Fielding. Okay, I know this is pretty light reading, but damn, it's by far one of my favorite books in the entire world. Also, the only book where I actually got hooked onto it by reading an excerpt of it in a magazine first.

The Red Pony by John Steinbeck - I came across this in my parents bookshelf in my early teens and could not stop sobbing for days. Really wish someone had warned me about it!

5) finger (?) 5 untagged people and tag them in on this...
Finger - (haha - this is an old term used at my college's chatting network thing). Okay, well, I'm "tagging" 7:

Kate
LypstickGirl
ElliotPreciousPants
Melissa
Julia
Thode
Andrea

Too Tight Jeans

 

Okay, I know I'm prone to exaggerating, but I am totally serious about this.

Due to all the pizza and whiskey and the unhealthy lifestyle that accompanies having houseguests and watching the NBA playoffs, I've put on a bit of weight. How much weight, you ask?

Well, I don't know, but my jeans are SO tight, that every single crease, button, fold of the jeans has left an IMPRINT on my skin. Literally. There is literally an imprint of the inside front pockets on my thighs. The INSIDE, mind you. There are several little imprints of the, I don't know what they're called, but the little decorative bronze/copper snap buttons on the outter seams. I'd take pics to prove it, but that might be a little too intimate for my blog. So instead, here's a pic of my jeans. Imagine that every single crease you see on this pic is actually, at this moment, etched into my skin.

Time to go change into some sweatpants.

Heartbreak Hotel

Well, to quote Whitney Houston, kind of (and not Elvis - I'm thinking of the Whitney and Faith Evans version here)...

This is a heartbreak hotel, Tayshaun
This is a heartbreak hotel, Rasheed
This is a heartbreak hotel, Chauncey
This is a heartbreak hotel, Ben & Rip

Devastated. I'm truly devasted. After following their entire season, after leaving work early to catch every game of the playoffs, after watching Around the Horn and Pardon the Interuption on ESPN religiously, after scouring www.freep.com and www.detnews.com daily for articles about the Pistons, after proudly wearing my now-shrunken-to-child's-size-and-as-a-result-revealing-chubby-midriff Pistons NBA Championship 2004 t-shirt all day long today, and after ultimately warning people standing by me at El Guapo (Mexican sports bar where I watched Game 7) that "I might bite you" because the game was making me so damn nervous and giving me a recurrence of GERD...the Pistons lost.

I am heartbroken.

Comfort me, fellow Pistons fans. Tell me we'll win the next one. Tell me that Larry Brown will come back. Tell me that it's like what Dumars said - that the team hasn't suffered enough adversity (quoted by Max, so accuracy is questionable) but will be even more resilient next year.

But please - please - don't try to comfort me (a la Grayling AJ and Max) that it'll be okay because the Detroit Lions are going to win the Super Bowl this year.

Office Weirdness

Somebody is making Darth Vader breath-y noises and it's creeping me out. I think it's the guy in the office next to mine.

Edamame Amusement

So yesterday I discovered a new fun way to spend my time - feeding Pig edamame. She had such a hard time chewing the whole pod (which you're obviously not supposed to do anyway - even though Max does it all the time) that I decided to sort of "scoot" out each of the beans and just hold the whole pod towards her mouth. Well - she figured out how to eat only the beans! She'd very gingerly pick them off with her front teeth. It was hysterical. Of course, once in while she'd try to eat the entire pod again, but for the most part, she ate only the beans.

The best thing was after awhile, I think she either got sick of eating the beans, or sick of me laughing because she finally refused to eat anymore. I'd hold the pod up to her face and she'd turn her head and look away. Funny.

For Free: 1 Can Sally Hansen Airbrush Legs (Nude Glow)

Well, I gave the spray-on hose a try, and it's a no for me. If you're curious about it, save your money and just email me and I'll send you my can of it. It'll be fun - like the Sisterhood of Travelling Leg Make-up. Because that's all it is - Leg Make-up.

I selected the color "Nude Glow" on the grounds that it said "For most skin tones" and while I'm Asian Tan, I'm not super dark or anything so I figured that would be good. Plus my legs are way paler than the rest of my body. Well. They really should have clarified that it was "For Most White People's Skin Tones." It totally did not match me at all. Basically you spray some in your hand, and rub it all over your legs, like a foundation or a concealer. In my dim bathroom, they seemed okay but holy shit when I walked out on the balcony they looked god awful. Made my skin very chalky looking - a bit like my face when I wear Clinique foundation, which has a very pink (read: most white people) undertone rather than a yellow/tan base.

So - if you're "most skin tones but mine" this might be okay.

Anyway, help me recoup the cost. If you'd like to give it a try, post in comments.

Pricey Hump Day Morning

Woke up this morning to a phone call from Paul the Mechanic, with whom I left my car yesterday. He confirmed that yes, I needed a new battery - and with one, my car starts fine now (had not started several times this month). Apparently the old battery was ridiculously and grossly ancient. Max had to rescue me from the dreaded Sav-On (where again, I bought pink nail polish - but that's a whole other story and it's a much more natural pink...and I bought spray-on hose so I'll post about that later after giving it a try) and jump start my car. Thank god for the "Itty Bitty Jumper Cables" that my mom put in the trunk years ago, before I moved out to LA. When Max lifted up the hood, he said, "Whoa - it's definitely the battery!" There was a ton of corrosion on it - really gross. Paul the Mechanic took one look and said "yeah, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know it's the battery." Come to think of it, I don't think I've EVER had it replaced - and it's a seven year old car. Hmm.. Should remember to do that again some time in the next seven years.

Anyway, of course along with the battery, Paul noticed that I should replace my front brakes (which I already knew about), my spark plugs, air filter and some other stuff that will all cut into my Vegas budget. Of course, I plan on MAKING money in Vegas, so I'm not worried! ;)

Game 7 on Thursday

Oh man. Ohhh mannnn.....

I. can't. wait.

Denver Update

It just occured to me that I never posted about the job sitch w/ Max. I assume no one's been holding their breath with anticipation, or gnawing at their cuticles, but for the sake of continuity on my blog, here's a lil update.

So Max has been booked for 8-10 weeks in Denver for a trial run of sorts. He'll be leaving towards the end of July. So...I predict a long boring summer for me. :(

Maybe with all my free time, I'll actually exercise and take Pig out, instead of staying in and watching TV Land and TNT nonstop.

Class Dismissed

My evening advertising class is finally over. Yay! Last night was the last class, and we presented our final group project. You know, I complained a lot about group work, but in the end it worked out fine, because, frankly, there were people who cared a lot more about the project than I did. Like the people who were actually taking it for a grade and not because they had developed an extreme case of work malaise. So everyone was willing to do their part, and one guy in particular became That Guy (the super responsible one who hoists the project on his shoulders and does everyone else's work if they don't do it - usually I am That Girl) and I was just glad it wasn't me.

Anyway, it's all over. Rather than pursuing another business class, I've decided to sign up for a burlesque dance class with Thode. Yes. No business classes for me - I'm gonna learn how to make money the good ole fashioned way. (Kidding of course...) There will be a final graduation performance for the burlesque class at a local bar, but we haven't decided if we'll actually perform. But we have decided that should we perform, none of our male friends will be invited. Lady friends only.

So I am now definitely going to Vegas. Yay! With Kate and Julia and Reggie. We haven't worked out the driving arrangements yet, but I think it looks pretty good that I'll drive with Kate. And subject her to my books on tape of old lady mysteries. Actually, I'm done with the Hamish Macbeth series, all except for one, which I somehow skipped. I've read the next two No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency books (compliments of Lynn, Max's mom - thank you!) and have started on Kite Runner, which is quite good, and quite honestly, a refreshing change from all this "light" reading I've been doing. But Kate...be forewarned...I do have "Sugar Cookie Murder: a Hannah Swensen Mystery" ON TAPE FROM THE LIBRARY!!!

In her first holiday mystery, Fluke (Fudge Cupcake Murder, etc.) takes her series heroine, Hannah Swensen, amateur sleuth and owner of the Cookie Jar bakery in Lake Eden, Minn., through a delectable culinary romp. Hannah has compiled a cookbook of the locals' favorite recipes, which are to be featured at the Christmas party at Lake Eden's community center. All the residents gather for a festive evening, including Martin Dubinski and his wife of two days, Brandi Wyen, a Las Vegas dancer who's decked out in a new fur coat and antique emerald ring. The couple provide much food for thought and speculation, especially for Martin's mother, ex-mother-in-law and ex-wife. Cleaning up after the dinner, Hannah notices her mother's silver cake knife is missing; soon after, she finds the knife stuck in the chest of the new Mrs. Dubinski, who's lying dead in the parking lot. With her sisters and friends, she goes into action to help Det. Mike Kingston solve the case. Wacky and delightful characters, plus tempting recipes from appetizers to desserts, make this lighthearted offering sure to please the palate of any cozy fan.

Weekend Recap

Hmm...

Oh, that's right. Friday night we stayed in and watched Return of the Jedi. Now, I know this is total heresy, but frankly, I just don't dig the Star Wars movies so much any more. I thought I'd be pretty excited about seeing Return of the Jedi, with the Ewoks and all, but I found the movie couldn't really hold my attention. However, what apparently does hold my attention is the end of I SPY, the beginning of RAINMAN and some TLC makeover show - as a result I didn't fall asleep until quite late, which was pretty stupid on my part.

Max made AJ and me an awesome breakfast Saturday morning - his signature breakfast sandwich with hashbrowns, which comes in at around 900 calories. Followed by a long nap on the couch, my favorite way to spend a weekend. At least we did take Pig out to Runyon Canyon in the afternoon. It was a great day to take a hike - maybe a bit too hot for Pig, who preferred to take long breaks under whatever shade she could find - but it was nice for AJ to get a good view of the city. After that, there was the incredibly stupid hour an a half drive to Venice (long story), and then to Santa Monica, where I got my haircut. And highlighted. And where I nearly broke down tears, because I REALLY do not like the highlights. I suspect it makes me look like Judith Light - very frosted. Gross.

Afterwards, headed over to Julia's bday party, which was held at a cool Brady Bunch House looking bar. Had a few martinis, spilled about $10 worth of them trying navigate through the bar(they were $10 each) and had an overall awesome time. Pics to come, as soon as I get them from her - unless I look like Judith Light in them.

We had people over to bbq and to watch the Pistons lose in overtime today. Boo. There are still few people hanging - AD and Jason, specifically. Sadly, they are on their 45th conversation about...what else...sports...which apparently holds my attention as well Return of the Jedi.

Going through snopes.com

This is sad. I could totally see a kid not consider inhaling Dust-Off as huffing and think it's safe.

Sub Club - End of an Era

Wow. Guess I better turn in my Sub Club coupons soon. I still have over 200 Chucky Cheese skeeball tickets collected from my elementary school years...

Desperately Seeking Wing Woman for Vegas Fling over Fourth of July

You: Compulsive gambler. Favorite games include craps, black jack, poker, slots, let it ride, and carribean stud, but will play just about anything including war. (okay, maybe not that, b/c that's really stupid) When all else fails, willing to milk $2 worth of quarters into five hours of free drinks playing video poker at the casino bar. Preferably enjoys binging at buffets and snarfing down $2 shrimp cocktails at 4:00 a.m. Ability to make dealers and fellow tablemates blush a plus. Ideally able to lie smoothly and come up with alter egos from table to table. Should understand the fine line between doing something that results in being escorted out by security guards (fun!), versus doing something that results in being escorted out by the Las Vegas police (not fun!). And, yeah, discretion is a must.

Me: Craving to go to Vegas but as Max cannot go with me (on a shoot in Phoenix), am in search of a buddy to avoid being the third wheel with Amol & Annie, or stuck going to a strip bar with some of the single guys.

Women need only apply, as Max would not approve of me sharing a bed with the opposite sex.

Fake Pooping

Okay, just throwing it out there...

I think Pig "faked pooping" on me today, in an attempt to make me take her out sooner. She knew we were going for a walk because I had started slathering on the sunblock (incidentally, nowadays, if I need to wear sunblock and am NOT taking her out, I have to apply it in the car because she gets hysterically excited). Anyway, she was super excited, panting and following me around and getting really annoyed (which she communicated by groaning and moaning and sneezing and glaring) because I was puttering and stalling and looking for my keys and getting a drink of water and so on and so forth.

Suddenly, much to my horror, I saw her squat down in her "poop squat" position. And I really thought she was going to take a shit in my bedroom. On the carpet.

So I yelled at her and pulled her up and she immediately laid down on her side. Which is what she does sometimes when I yell at her.

Anyway, I took her out, expecting her to crap immediately, but no, we walked for over three blocks before she had to poop.

I think she faked pooping to get me to hurry up....

Strange Seafood Day

Breakfast:
Coffee with milk
Two crumpets with butter and lemon curd
10 shrimps w/ cocktail sauce

Lunch:
10 shrimps w/ cocktail sauce
1/4 bag of imitation crab
1 piece Trader Joe's breaded tilapia
1/4 cup potato salad
1 can diet coke

Dinner:
1/4 bag of imitation crab
1/2 turkey sandwich
1 can diet coke

After class snack:
1/4 bag imitation crab

Weekend Recap

Let's see...

Friday night we went over to Amol's place for a reading of a script that he and AD wrote. They had wrangled up an impressively large group of people for this, and we all got free pizza and drinks in compensation for showing up. Normally I'm not a fan of these readings but I got to read the part of "Trisha" who was described as an "ambitious, evil, back-stabbing bitch." As if that were not clear enough, there was a parenthetical - "the bad girl." At first, I thought this was some sort of passive aggressive type-casting jab at me, but they insisted it was because they thought I'd have more fun with the part and that they figured I'd be sick of playing the love interest all the time. And you know what? They were right. It's AWESOME to be a bitch. Wow. Should be one more often. I'm not saying I read the part especially great, but I did try to be as evil as possible and frankly, that was good therapy. Anyway, the script was good and all in all, it was a fun evening.

Saturday was a cleaning day for us, in preparation for our week of hosting houseguests. Pig got a bath, followed by a manicure and pedicure at Petco and no, it did not go as well as the last time. I left her with the groomers, thinking that would be help, but I guess she was jumping and bucking and crying all the same. Oh well. She got lots of cookies afterwards so that helped.

On Sunday, Aaron, Max and I headed down the street to the Annual West Hollywood Gay/Lesbian/Bisexual/Transgender Pride Parade. Ironically, the only few floats that we saw were the few we caught on tv right before we left and they were the last of the hundred some in the parade. It was fun to mill around and....gawk. Don't get me wrong, I'll all for gay/lesbian/bisexual/transgender rights but frankly, I saw more fish-netted ass cheeks hanging out of lil shorts than I'd like to see on a Sunday afternoon. And bearded ladies. I mean, what's the point of dressing up as a woman if you're going to leave the beard unshaved? You don't see me walking around with a moustache...and if you do, please tell me because sometimes I get lazy and forget to um..erm...nevermind...TMI, even for me.

After the parade, we had lunch at the Hamburger Hamlet and then I took off to a meeting with my group from class. Joined up with Max and Aaron later at Amol's, where a whole bunch had gathered to watch the Pistons game. Max and Aaron were not feeling well and Max looked downright ill. We think it had something to do with the burgers. (I was fine as I had ordered the softshell crab sandwich - which is ironic because usually if there's a food problem - it's with seafood, especially seafood at a burger place) Anyway, the Pistons played like they had food poisoning and even I wanted to throw-up all over them. Seriously. Had I been at the game, I would have ran up to Rasheed and Rip and induced vomiting.

That night, I came home to find that yes Pig is a lousy guard dog. Not only did she not come to the door when I came in, but she was still asleep when I walked into the bedroom. I had to actually call her name to wake her up, and she clearly did not know who I was until I took a few more steps closer to her. So you'd think she'd bark, waking up to a stranger, but nope, she just stared. And stared. Until she recognized it was me, and then she rolled over to get a belly rub. Lousy guard dog.

And unrelated, I think I may be dealing with a dog with coke habit...she's been making all these weird snortling noises lately...

Strange Dream

Last night I dreamt that I was a co-worker of Ben Affleck's (I guess I worked at his production company) and that he was bawling his eyes because he had walked in on Jennifer Garner making out with none other than....Brad Pitt. And he kept crying, "How could she? She's pregnant with my baby!"

Not that I've ever exhibited any psychic abilities but that would be juicy a tabloid item if it ever becomes true.

Grayling Youth Hostel

Max's friend Aaron, who was out here a few months ago (see archives) is coming back to LA this weekend and staying on our sofa for a few days. And Max's friend AJ, hereinafter "Grayling AJ" (not to be confused with the AJ who posts here) will be moving out to LA next week and crashing on our sofa for a few days as well. Grayling AJ joked that he was afraid I'd start feeling like my apartment had turned into the Grayling Youth Hostel, which I found really funny.

Fact of the matter is, I'm actually looking forward to seeing them as they're hysterically funny guys and I had a great time the last time they were out here. I also recall putting on several pounds as my diet suddenly consisted of an awful lot of pizza and whiskey so we'll have to do something about that.

(And by "something" I mean "nothing" of course...or at least "nothing" until they all leave and I find the will to exercise off said pizza and whiskey)

Sojourn

Okay, you English majors and spelling bee buffs out there - settle something for Max and me.

Being the wonderfully whimsical person that I fancy myself to be, last night after brushing my teeth and taking out my contacts, I announced to Max, who was laying on the couch out in the living room, that I was "sojourning to the bedroom."

This sparked a funny debate about whether that was the proper use of the word "sojourn."

Max felt like it was not. We agreed that "retiring" would have worked here. I argued that "adjourning" would not, although he insisted it would.

So "sojourn" and "adjourn".....any thoughts on if you can do either "to the bedroom...?"

Dodgers vs. Tigers

Went to a baseball game last night - man, those Tigers suck. But like everyone knows, going to a baseball game is not about watching the game, but rather about eating food and drinking beer and talking with friends. And probably thereby annoying true baseball fans.

Anyway, in my case it was specifically about inhaling a greasy philly cheesesteak, a bag of doritos, half a bag of cracker jacks, some of Max's potato chips, and a beer. Followed by a stop at McDonald's for a chocolate dipped ice cream cone (and I do apologize to the drive thru window girl who accidentally heard me comment that my cone looked like "a big pile of shit" - which it did but it didn't mean it didn't taste good and it's not my fault that she had bad timing and popped her head back out of the window when she did to hand Max his milkshake) Shared the cone with Pig when I got home (having eaten all the chocolate parts, of course) who seemed to enjoy it tremendously and called it a night.

(of course I still had to get up at 2:00 a.m. to give Pig her diarrhea medicine, and she woke me up early to go out, on account of perhaps the icecream cone ....thinking now as I type this that maybe giving icecream to a dog on diarrhea medicine might not be a good idea)

Men & Sports

So, having shirked (that's a real word right?) all sorts of responsibilities last night, I was able to catch yesterday's Pistons game. Which was awesome. Nail biting to the end. Go Pistons!! Whoo Hoo!!

I've always been a basketball fan but these last few years I've become an all-around sports fan. Obviously because of Max. That man cannot get enough sports and as a result, I've taken up an interest since we started dating. I suspect it happened by osmosis - by just sitting around in front of enough games, I eventually took an interest.

I like watching Sportscenter, Around the Horn, and Pardon the Interuption. Sometimes I even watch that idiot Jim Rome. I have opinions about which sports broadcasters are good, and which sports talk guys know what they're talking about. Weird. Even weirder - last Saturday we watched NFL Europe and then arena football.

Sometimes, Max gets really quiet and thoughtful and says "So I've been thinking..." and in my head I eagerly anticipate something really interesting (about me? about us?), but it's inevitably something about sports. Or he'll look really pensive and I'll ask him the dreaded girlfriend question, "What are you thinking?" and again, it's sports. Or apparently "nothing," which is a frequent reply as well. (how can one be thinking about nothing ?!?! there's always something, right??)

Last night, after he said "So I've been thinking..." followed by some observation about the Spurs (this was shortly after we had been talking about other stuff), I remarked, "It's amazing, after while your mind just defaults back to sports. Sports is your default setting."

To which he answered, after a thoughtful pause, "Yeah. You're right. It's my homepage."

Funny.

Made me wonder if I had a default setting. I don't think so. Made me wonder if the default setting for most guys is sports. That, I believe.

What's YOUR homepage? (sounds like a bad slogan, doesn't it?)

Something to think about, peeps...

Good News of Sorts

Well, looks like Max has a really really good shot of getting the Denver job. Or more like, he kind of has the job. We're not quite sure. He has some bit of the job. They've booked him for two days of work in LA in two weeks, and will give him at least one episode of the show to write/produce from LA, so that buys us a few weeks. He's their choice for the job, but they're trying to work out some trial period so that they know for sure it'll work before moving him to Denver.

So in the words of Pizzicato 5 (strange Japanese band I was obsessed with in college) I'm happy sad. Feeling good and feeling bad.

To Elliot - well it's only a temporary job b/c the job is basically for one season of the show (around 70 some episodes). After that, he'll move back.

To Lypstykgirl - moving to Denver would pretty much kill my career. Not that I haven't considered stabbing its wretched little self on my own terms, but I'm not really ready to give it up.

Denver, man.

I hate the cold. I can't even ski. In fact, I don't even know how to....

Irony

After spending an entire day yesterday trying to convince some people to leave their family, relocate and take a job in Utah, starting July 18 and ending around May, I came home to discover that Max got called in for an interview for a job in Denver, starting July 18 and ending around May. Which would require him to leave me & Pig and relocate to Colorado.

I hope he gets it and I hope he doesn't. It would be a great job, good pay, good career move and besides his unemployment has run out and he really can't turn it down if he gets it. But it would be in DENVER.

Second ironic thing.

While walking Pig today down the street, I found myself thinking about how AD, who's been stuck doing sidewalk cleaning for community service, has twice found hypodermic needles on X blvd, right down the street from me. In my neighborhood. And I was thinking about how he said that I should just walk Pig later in the day, when the sidewalk cleaners have done their job, if I'm afraid of coming across one. And lo and behold, while I was thinking about how Pig and I would walk down to library in the afternoon instead of the morning and Pig was peeing by a little bush just a few doors down from my apartment, there was an empty syringe right under her nose. No needle, just the plunger part of it. (*shudder*) Luckily she didn't try to pick it up, but even so, I didn't quite feel comfortable until I gave her face a wash down with some astringent cleaner stuf f when we got home. Not that it matters, but it made me feel better.

Am thinking right now about how lovely it'd be to win the lotto. Yes, still thinking about it. And thinking about it. And thinking about it.

Gonna go buy me a ticket later today.

Thursday Nonsense

Briefly thought this blog was haunted...after turning up the volume on the speakers I heard all this spooky wind noise and some random barking.

Turns out - I forgot I was on www.jkrowling.com in another explorer window.

Silly and nerdy...how nice.

Have been thinking lately of taking a trip to the Highlands of Scotland - to see the birthplace of Hamish Macbeth (although he is fictional - Scotland is not). Something tells me it'll take quite a bit of convincing to get Max to go with me.

Awesome Awesomeness

Last night I dreamt of the coming together of two of my favorite hobbies.

Poker and American Idol.

Yes, last night, I played poker with Simon Cowell and Mikalah whatever. And kicked their asses. Pretty much every other hand was a flush or a straight. One hand Simon called me with only a King high and I actually had diamond flush with an Ace high. One hand, I thought I lost to a fullhouse, but lo and behold, I had four tens! But after awhile, I began to notice it was a dream. I think I got hip to it when in one hand, I had 3 kings and 3 tens - a six card poker hand!

Anyway, it was the best dream I've had in a long time. Certainly way better than the dream I had the night before, where there were two mice hanging out in the halogen lamp in my bathroom and I had to get my Dad to get rid of them, and he managed to catch them in one of Max's big plastic containers, but my Fiona Apple CD was in with them and I wanted the CD so Dad went to get it and ended up letting out the mice which found me, even though I was hiding in my brother's room and they crawled up me and I screamed and woke up.

Yes I still like Fiona Apple. No, Fiona Apple is not worth getting bitten by mice.