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This is crazy fun.


I am right brained. But I was able to switch the dancer's direction. I stared at it and I couldn't comprehend switching her direction, but then when I read the text on the right, she started spinning the other way. K-razy!

They came to see, they came to be seen

As much as he disgusts me, I am going to see Neil Hamburger at the Blue Lamp tonight. There is just no shows in Sac anymore and it makes me sad. So here I go to a show I would normally avoid.

We really need the Fool's Foundation and Record Club back. I think the next show I really want to go to will be the party at my house. Here's hoping that the Rock and Roll Adventure Kids will find a place to play.

Doings

I went to dinner at La Trattoria Bohemia the other night. I had the Bavarian Goulash and a Lev Double Bock. It was really good, I can't so much go for the boring white bread stuff that Czechs seem to love, but the goulash itself was delicious. One friend had the meatloaf special which was pretty average and a Hofbrauhaus Munchen which was off the charts. HeeHee munchkin! Our third had the Chicken Paprikash. It was pretty good, but we all know chicken creeps me the hell out.

Man! I had a hilarious joke almost ready where I compare a NPR correspondent to Chicken Paprikash, but I can't find her name and I have to get ready for work. How about we have an imagination day where you write your own joke where you compare any NPR figure to an exotic food?

Good day

Hungry

My favorite part of the day is when I walk around the office looking for free food. Today all I found were some leftover water crackers.

Sad

I was just reading a blog that made me cry. I don't particularly want to link to it, but it was about how mean and small we are to other people when we are deeply hurt. And how doing mean things just makes us feel worse and not better, but yet we do them. I don't know why reading about someone else's great loss can make me so sad.

Earlier today I was remembering a poem I used to know that was about the blankness that occurs when a deep wound doesn't hurt anymore. I am paraphrasing but there was something about how strange it is that you no longer feel the pain when you think about the moment when you were dumped.

And that made me start thinking about how when I remember my mom's voice on the phone telling me that my brother was dead my butt used to feel like I sat down hard. Because I that is what happened. My butt hurt when I thought of that moment for years, but I don't feel it any more. And I kind of want to. I don't want to forget that pain, because it kind of feels like I am forgetting my brother. I am worried that in 5 more years I won't even cry about it any more.

Blah blah blog

Now that I have bought my tickets to Ireland and started planning my trip, I have embarrassingly finally discovered that it's SCOTTISH accents that I find sexy. Oh well, next trip. I think I will take all of my foreign vacations to the UK. At least the plane tix are cheap.

My friend got his bike stolen from the 16th street light rail stop on Saturday night. Mine was parked right next to it, but it was just pulled out and lying on the ground. My bike and I were meant to be together forever. That bike is my second best friend, next to my dog. Sorry human friends, you are OK, too.

I am celebrating this fall-like weather by turning off my house cooling fans one at a time. Last winter, I had no heating plan. I hope I can work the fans into something, like maybe they blow warm air back down?

I am thinking about going to see the Silver Apples in Davis on Wednesday. It's only 5 bucks.
Tonight I have a dinner date for Little Joes! My friend is buying! I have to be doing something right if someone is willing to buy me a $4.99 steak. I hate the decision of steak sandwich vs. steak plate. I love the green beans that comes with the steak, but I also love the sandwich roll.

Just in!

Couch has mind greatly expanded at Burning Man!

I want to be more sarcastic, but the woman who took the couch was so sweet and earnest. The couch on the right once lived with me before it started in on the drugs and the running amok in general.

Listen, my children to the legend of the fierce Jackalope, possible the most dangerous bunny in the west. This ferocious creature has the ability to mimic the human voice which is used to terrorize the plains. The worst part of it is that they are everywhere.

Watch your back.

movie stah!

No surprising because my apartment is freaking rad, I got location scouted by Hollywood today. I guess I'll talk to the neighbors and call her tomorrow.

Oh dear lord!

I came home from work early. I have that damn summer cold that everyone else has, so my brain is a little fuzzy. Nothing has really gone right all day. So I have a cold and it's over 100. Naturally, I take off all my clothes and lay down for a nap. I was just reading a bit of The Ponder Heart to ease into sleep.


Well.

I guess I didn't lock the door on Broadway and somebody it and said, "hello?" There I was stretched out on the couch nekkid as the day I was born innocently reading an American Classic. Good thing Miss Barkyface was on the job. She got all up in there and then he got the hell out of here quicklike.

But he was smoking a cigarette! Fucking yuck. I wonder if he was trying for the neighbor's place.

Ok, back to Ms. Welty.

Man or God?

I think that in my excitement on Saturday night I gave Steve Miller attributes that no human can truly possess. I guess Mike is correct, you can't rock and be smooth at the same time. "Wild Mountain Honey" is not an exception to this rule.

Is it getting too real in here for you?

Good news!

That's Dr. Rock Star to you.


Also I am sending my couch to Burning Man! It's never been, you see. A woman posted on freecycle wanting a couch to take and I jumped at it. I hate my couch. I hate it so much that I have doomed it to be sat on by dirty naked asses for the next two weeks. You deserve it couch! Your fibers hold too strongly to dog hair and you will never ever clean up properly. I hope you get an STD!

I am hoping the couch at Burning Man jokes can carry all the way through Thanksgiving. At which point I will be on the Dingle peninsula drunkenly making Dingle jokes. The Dingle jokes should make it through to the spring. So, I don't have a damn thing to worry about.

Freak!

Sadly, sometimes I spend way to long looking at Lee Pace fan sites. I do not love him enough to get cable, but I do love him enough to make friends with someone who has cable. When does that new show start?

Man, he is wearing a lot of makeup in those photos! At least he is working.

I don't know what it is about me that loves a B list actor but turns on him or her when they get some fame. See Jason Lee, see also Christian Bale. I like a loser*, what can I say?


*I also really like when people call other people "loosers" because only a loser would call someone a looser.

Cutest Corgi

It made my heart heavy to learn that Audrey has left this earth. I have been reading of her adventures for sometime and I will admit that I was more than a little in love with her. When Hazel and I were in Portland, we visited a dog park reportedly near Audrey's house. I really hoped I could meet her in person.

This is my favorite post about Audrey.

Yikes!

Gross! I am almost crying thinking about sitting down in someone's cold urine. Or warm urine. Which is worse, cold or warm?

I am never going to a casino again.

Sunday morn

Forever Goldrush killed last night. They were well practiced and better for the addition of Becky with her back-up vocals and generally awesomeness. I hope they had a good time and want to play more gigs. I have been missing hearing Damon's unique voice. No one sounds like him. It was like a balm standing there listening to it next to my ex-boyfriend who I can't even work up a healthy dislike for anymore. Everyone was in a good mood. Even my mortal enemy stepped on my toes and offered a heartfelt apology. What is up? I think this cool August is changing how we deal with each other socially and maybe that is a good thing. Anyway, back to the show, the crowd was down from Amador county and it hearkened back to the time when boys from Amador ruled the scene the way boys from Yuba do now. Everybody had a great time singing along to all the songs. Thanks F-Grush. Nice to see ya!

This morning I woke up at 7:30 and stayed in bed reading Mr. Darcy's Diary. I had to stay in bed until I finished it. In that story there is always a point that when crossed, leads me to read hungrily until I know that Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth are safely together at Pemberly where they belong.

Now a long walk with the dog, then Record Club and the Kinks show? Hopefully I'll have time to blanch some vegetables somewhere in there. Blanched veggies on salad are my new favorite thing. Give me a nice blanched green bean and I am a happy lady.

Seems like I have been concentrating on pleasing myself this weekend. Hmm. maybe I'll up the ante and give someone a kiss.

I wish the band Manheim Steamroller was as cool as the name Manheim Steamroller.

Genuis!

I invented the backpack slash bong in my dreams. I just need to work out some bugs and then I will be a millionaire!

College will never be the same.

Stench-y!

Sacramento smells today and since I was blessed enough to live in Guatemala for a time, I know EXACTLY what it smells like.

That's right, it smells like last night's piss rewarmed by the sun! Ah, the memories! It was a little more so in Guate though since there were traditional well-used pissing spots. I got to walk by one every day on my way into town. It was near the entrance the whorehouse/tamale lady. I guess one would want to empty their bladder before eating a tamale with a whore. It's just common sense.

Makes me want some FroYo. I want to check out Mochii Yogurt which apparently is a Pinkberry ripoff. YUM!

Guess who's back?

I have been away from work so long that I forgot what I do. I remember the surfing the internet part but I am fuzzy on the rest of it.

In awesome map news,

Finally!

Happy Mustard Day, everybody!

I saw the site of Evel Knieval's attempted jump over the Snake River Canyon today. It is so far! That guy is crazy. The canyon is the best thing about Twin Falls. Their thrift stores suck and I couldn't find any Ranier. If I could have the time I ran around there back, I would be in Reno rather than Winnemucca right now.

Tonight I am staying in a motel room without a lock on the door. I am so ready to be home.

Oh, and if you want to watch the video that I linked above, you can fast forward to a little past the 2 minute mark if you don't want to hear about how great the Christian god is.

Best things about being home

(I'll save the worst things for when I talk to you in person)

A. My dad saying 'fuck!"
B. My mom saying"cunt"
C. Talking major major trash with my high school science teacher.
D. Did I really eat a deep fried pork chop?
E. Ranier beer!
F. Of course the thrift stores.
G. Swimming every day in a beautiful lake.
H. When my brother asked me if I wanted a hummer.
"Uh..."
"I mean do you want a bowl to take with you?"
"OH! That I will take."

Island of Dr. Moreau

Turns out that when my dog is in charge, we wake up at 6 am.

Nothing about 6am says "vacation" to me. We are going to have to work on this. Or take more naps.

F minus

Hilarious!

Random picture Monday

For whatever disgusting reason, I have been obsessively looking at pictures of gallstones on the internet. They somehow ride the line between totally gross and completely enchanting.

Alhambra Blvd, Tuesday night

Last night while riding my bike down Alhambra to go to the Pine Cove (don't ask), I was, uh, assaulted. A mini-van swerved into the bike lane in front of me and stopped about 3 feet from the curb. I made an incredibly stupid decision and decided to go between the van and the curb, figuring that they MUST be friends. When I rode up to it, a guy opened the side door and jumped out. He had a fistful of dollars. Then he saw the look on my face and said "Oh my god, we scared you." and then he turned to the woman driving and said, "She's scared!" I said to the woman, "Wouldn't you be?" and then I rode on my way. To the Pine Cove, which sucked in a completely different way.

Two things

1. Lucky Day

I got a 99 bone refund from my internet provider and then found a buck while walking the dog. For those of you who can't add, that is one free Benjamin.

2. Rule of Thumb

If I see you trolling for whores in my neighborhood, I won't date you. It's as simple as that.

Burning up!

Man, the fourth was HOT. I traveled from a hot bbq to a really hot, but incredibly fun house party then rode home and passed out it my so so hot bedroom. Sometime in the middle of the night I gave up and moved downstairs, which is still hot but not brain addling so.

104° today. I cannot believe that I am looking forward to work and its delicious air conditioning. Then I may be able to eat. I am starving, but nothing sounds good. I guess that is the side effect of a midnight veggie dog wrapped in fake bacon and grilled.

After work, I am going to have to bite the bullet and spend a hot hour in my bedroom trying to cool it down. I need sleep.

The Girl that loves Sandwiches

Sacramento has an extremely high sandwich bar.
There are some delicious sandwiches here and it is truly beautiful.
The oyster po' boy at Sandra Dees made me cry with joy the first time I had it. I have composed songs in it honor.
I eat at Dad's every week and goodammit, I love those people.
I love Frenchy and his sandwiches and I will eat the fuck out of a super torta anyday. Try me.
I am not trying to hurt any feelings or lessen the impacts that these sandwiches have had on my life,BUT


the absolutely greatest sandwich in town is from Sampino's Towne Foods. Yes, I so just said it.


Oh, plus, it's funnier if you pronounce it town-y. At least to me.