Saturday, May 20, 2006

The verdict is in

I met Adam West and he declared that I am not a bum.

It's true.

Tuesday, May 2, 2006

Rainy days are here again

It would take a rainy day to cheer me up. I sat down and filed about seven more job applications last night. Maybe one of these will stick. And if not, well then I'll live in my car.

We live in a crappy little suburb so close to the freeway that the constant hiss of traffic is louder than the birds and even lawnmowers, in a little house that is trailerpark- and liquorstore-adjacent. It's a situation that we both wish we could change (D wants a house in the country, and I have been dreaming lately of the city) but for the moment, one thing we wouldn't change is the little house. It's cute, it's got more than enough space for us and our things, and on the side of the house, along with tigerlilies and hosta, grows this:

Lily of the valley has it all: beautiful, delicate blooms, broad verdant leaves that last all summer, and the fragrance.

I have wanted to start a Book Report portion of this blog to accompany the list of recreational reading in the sidebar, but I just haven't had the inspiration yet. David Sedaris may be that inspiration. Me Talk Pretty One Day is an engaging memoir; the anecdotes are entertaining and paint a vivid description of a complex life, but more than that, David Sedaris makes me want to write. His stories recall, in a lot of ways, my more... colorful moments. It has reminded me that one of my (more recent) goals is to lead an interesting life. I want weird coworkers and customers. I want unusual situations and settings. I want the unbelievable juxaposed with the mundane. And I want to tell people about it.

But probably not in the weblog. Sorry.

Monday, May 1, 2006

Oh, blog.

Man do I ever feel down lately. There's so much pressure on me to do... well, eight million things.

Things that aren't getting done, for some reason.

There's the nagging problem of getting a damned job. I am at the end of my rope, which is made entirely of resumes and the hair falling out of my head. I have officially been given The Run Around by Andiamo's hiring manager, and because I have no dignity, I will call tomorrow afternoon and pretend that I wasn't stood up for my interview without an apology and wasn't called the next day as promised.

But I do have a job, I must remember. I'm The Director now. That's a lot of pressure. If the show sucks, it'll be Officially My Fault.

Then there's The Wedding. I can't care any more. It's creeping up on me (yeah, Holly, I know that I can't talk, but still) and I have so much to do. I need to get contracts signed and invitations made and and and... the more I think about it, the more I just want to crawl into a hole.

Maybe I just have PMS. But after my period.

I really wish Blogger had a private mode, because I've got some personal kvetching that I can't do publically, for several reasons.

There is a bright side to my life, surprisingly, and expressed in bullet format it looks like a lot:

  • Lelah needs some elastic (and a good blocking) and she's done.
  • I tried on my interview suit my parents bought me in 2004, the year of College Graduation and Real Jobs (ha!), and it fits... well, mostly. I'm not going to get a little snugness in the waist get me down. Surprisingly.
  • I calculated it out, and I'm almost positive my period will neither be during tech week nor my wedding, but rather the week between. Small mercies.
I took a few photos on our trip to Mt. Pleasant that cheer me up:

This is Miles. He was all in my yarn, until I tortured him with the Swatch Bonnet and the red-eye flash on my camera.

Taz toasting flutes? Why the fuck didn't I buy these? So classy!

This was the pinnacle of my good mood lately. Nothing surrounding this moment, but the combination of sunshine, knitting, and a 4-0 of PBR was sublime. Heaven.

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Vivienne Beatrix

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