2008
How the Universe got it's Spots 2007
Welcome to Higby
Skyward
Son of a Witch
Blood Meridian
NP Spider
The Road
Infinite Sea
Strange Attractors
Neptune Crossing
She Flew the Coop
Jonathan Strange & Mr.Norrell
Lost
The Monk Downstairs
Dive from Clausen's Pier
Deathly Hallows
Dry Norwegian Wood
Elder
Memory Keeper's Daughter
Couldn't Keep it to Myself
Death Daring Disaster
Homeland
Made in America Secret Rendezvous
Winesburg, Ohio A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again
Neverwhere
Hypocrite in a Pouffy White Dress
Player Piano
Kissing the Virgin's Mouth
Wintersmith
A Personal Matter
Ginger Pye
Dreamland
Children of the Mind
Xenocide
The Cotton Queen The Man Who Was Thursday
The Bird Artist
Emily's Runaway Imagination
The Hottest State
Sleep Towards Heaven
Ibid
Windup Bird Chronicle
2008
Morning Glory
Rennie's Landing
Buy the Ticket Take the Ride
I Am Legend 2007
Beowulf
Darjeeling Ltd
30 Days of Night
Bubba Hotep
The Animal
Party People
Resident Evil: Ex
3:10 to Yuma
Superbad
Stardust
Rescue Dawn
Lady Vengeance
Sicko
Samurai Rebellion
Lady in the Water
Knocked Up
Ran
Stroszek
White Diamond
United States of Leland
Pirates 3
The Fountain
Serentity
Firefly dvds
Bug
Shrek 3
Carnivale dvds
8 1/2
Fast, Cheap, Out of Control
Le Notti di Cabiria
Marie Antoinette
Scanner Darkly
Wild Blue Yonder
Incident at Loch Ness
Grizzly Man
Burden of Dreams
Baghdad ER
Enigma of Kasper Hauser
Children of Men
TX Chainsaw Massacre
War of the Worlds
Scrubs dvds
Little Dieter Needs to Fly
Layer Cake
Stranger Than Fiction
The Ordeal [Fr.]
Casino Royale
Around the Bend
Harsh Times
Jabberwocky
Criminal Intent
Hush
300
Murderball
Long Way Round
Zodiac
23
The Devil and Daniel Johnston
World's Fastest Indian
Look Both Ways
The Science of Sleep
Jacob's Ladder
Pan's Labryinth
Pulse
Napolean Dynamite
Little Children
Wicker Man
Jackass 2
Little Miss Sunshine
Tideland
2007
Ghostfinger
Hands Down Eugene
Bitches
Apollo Up
Mock Orange
Band Apart
Carter Administration
Clutters
Daniel Johnston
Mattoid
Glossary
Umbrella Tree
Happy Birthday Amy
Parade
Falcon
Admirals Club
Lions
Alcohol Stunt Band
Admirals Club
To Live and Shave in LA
Apollo Up
Stnnng
Spoon
Wax Fang
Apollo Up
Umbrella Tree
Deerhoof
Bus Driver
Harlem Shakes
Philip Glass
Pull the Strings Players
Apollo Up
Mastadon
Converge
The Becoming
Apollo Up
Ocelots
6 Gun Lullaby
Dixie Dirt
Prabir and the Substitutes
Emery Reel
Jensen Sportag
Plex Plex
Cantasy Famp
Umbrella Tree
Plastic Clap
Transcommunicators
Casio Cassanova 2006
Apollo Up
Jeff
Cake Bake Betty
Lockheed
The Mattoid
Apollo Up
Tom Waits
Danielson
Apollo Up
The Clutters
Tony Danza Tap Dance Extravaganza
Cocypus
Alert the Sky
Umbrella Tree
Colour Revolt
Karma Kite
Sans Serif
Born Empty
Apollo Up
Mattoid
I also posted a few pictures of my cats. I have not lolcat-ed them yet, because I can't figure out how to put text on pictures in photoscape yet. But oh, I have ideas.
fyi, the tree outside our window was uprooted, so they no longer have birdies to look at. Which is sad, because what else are my inside cats supposed to do?
So this one time [last october?], we went camping with Scott and April after they got hit by a tornado. And it was lots of fun. And pictures were taken. And I have finally gotten around to downloading a picture program [photoscape] and put some of them up on flickr. It turns out that most of the pictures look like crap [or we look like crap in them -- no shower etc for a few days reallllllly shows], so there's not a ton from the trip, but nonetheless.
There's this part in my book right now where the main character is staring at a steak [rare] and realizes it's a slab of muscle in front of her, from an animal that used to be alive. And now she can't eat meat. And then she has a conversation with a friend about when he was young and ate an egg that he swears had an embryo in it, and now he's terrified of childbirth. And now she can't eat eggs.
Eventually she won't be able to eat at all, and then she'll start feeling like she's the one being eaten. And then who knows what!!!
So, what's the theory that talks about being in your head, and it being a form of [harassment?] for someone to take you out of your head and put you back in your body -- like, you're a woman, walking down the road thinking about something or another, and a construction worker whistles at you. You were in your head, and now you've been made aware of your body -- your physical self -- and now you're self conscious.
That's what I think this book is getting at, a little.
Like, when you have a long day at work, and as soon as you step into the parkinglot, your feet start hurting. You were too distracted to notice before, but now that you are starting to relax, you become aware of aches and pains.
I took a 2 hour nap as soon as I got home and took a shower. Just fell asleep -- didn't realize I was so tired, but I laid down on the bed and was petting the cats, and I just let my eyes close.
[...]
We went to a hockey game the other day -- my first. It was free, although I think we spent $50 on beer and hot dogs. The crowd was really amped up [Jessica Simpson was sitting 10 ft to my right] and it was so fast paced and exciting. I had a lot of fun -- and then it was over. We went to Printer's Alley afterwards, to a little bar, and that was also cool -- I'd never been there before; it's like a secret street to another world [like New Orleans]. We bar hopped and took a taxi back to our car.
I like evenings like that because they're so out of the ordinary. How many times do I go to the same places -- work, home, this bar, that bar, the same 4 friends' houses... It's nice to see somewhere new in this place I've been living for all my life. Creatures of habit, I guess.
An old family friend [who, until my father refreshes my memory, I don't recall] tracked down my dad and sent him some pictures of the fam back in the days when we lived in a geodesic dome my father built [you've heard me tell this story before, surely]. This picture is me and my older sister and my mother, taken from the third floor of the dome looking down. We are the sweetest looking little hippies around. There are more pictures up on my flickr. I've created a whole set called childhood -- I hope to catalog a bunch of old pictures here, for posterity. Not that I'm having any posterity, mind you [that's Radha's dept].
I particularly like Margie's socks in this picture.
[Things that might tip off your massuse that this is your first massage]
-When they ask you what kind of massage you want, you just giggle. -You apologize for not knowing the different kinds of massages. -When they tell you to undress only to your comfort level, you ask what their comfort level is, wink wink. -You apologize for not knowing what to do with your arms. -When they massage your legs, you say "who knew there was so much tension in my knees!" -You apologize for how cold your feet are. -When they shield you while flipping over, you say "If I cared about you seeing my boobs, I would've left my bra on." -You apologize for giggling when they tuck the sheet into the top of your underwear. -At the end, you say "What, no happy ending?" -Then you apologize. -And double tip.
Solstice was teh awesomers. We made out like bandits, with a new lappy, a coolkid camera, massages, and lots of cds. We ate Philly cheesesteaks, NY pizza, walked The City, got crafty, and played lots of video and boardgames. Plus drinking.
The new year is going to be great; I think 2008 will be my year. The jobby is good [!!!], there's money coming in, and everybody is friendly friends. This year I will have been married for 5 years, I will turn 28, we'll get a new place to live, and the creative juices will flow: guaranteed.
