Storms freak me the hell out. (Thanks, mom!) Not so badly now that I have a nice, big basement to go to, but still, they’re scary. It’s especially creepy when the sky suddenly gets dark and the trees along the back edge of the field behind my building start dancing.
Now that the worst of it is over, this will be a good afternoon to drink hot chocolate and finish my book.
No roll of toilet paper is safe from Miss Henry.
The mellow edition.
This is obviously where Miss Brown got her name. I fell in love with the song the first time I heard it, but it wasn’t until much later, when someone in one of my art forums pointed out the name’s origin, that I learned it was one of the aliases Greta Garbo’s used when she “Wanted to be alone.” It’s a sad and whimsical song.
Ms. Lea and I were roommates at the time. Her ex-boyfriend had made some tapes for her. One of them had Opal’s Early Recordings on one side and their Happy Nightmare Baby on the other. The apartment was tiny, and we repurposed the livingroom as a bedroom, so the only common area was the kitchen. That’s where the stereo was, with my room across the hall, so whatever was playing, that’s what I was listening to. Opal, The Jesus and Mary Chain’s Automatic, and T. Rex’s Beard of Stars are how I remember that time
Ms. Lea got Kizmet when we lived there. She was looking for a black cat to replace the one we’d been watching for her ex-boyfriend. Kizmet needed a home, and the timing was right. The only problem was that–we soon discovered–she was pregnant. That’s how I got Pandora. I wanted one of the kittens, preferably female, preferably the runt. I had her name picked out before she was born. I think there must have been a little bit of kismet at work there.
It took me three trips to Target, but I finally managed to get a decent, working camera. It was a total pain in my ass. The camera is not the one I originally wanted, nor was it the second one I wanted. And it’s definitely not the brand I wanted. I’m a Canon/Kodak person, not a Nikon person (kind of like a I’m a PC person, not a Mac person?). The camera is nice enough, but everything is in the wrong place.
It also doesn’t have a view-finder, which I realize is pretty standard for new point-and-shoot cameras. I don’t like it, though. I don’t like that most of the menus are accessed via the LCD screen. I don’t like using the LCD screen, period. It’s not good for composing photos, for sure. It’s also a battery hog, which makes it a less than ideal way to change camera settings.
That said, the test photos and video I took seem Just Fine. My problems with the camera are on the design end, not with the lens and processor, and obviously, the lens and processor are what matters.
But most importantly, I just cannot stand Ashton Kutcher.
This takes Rickrolling to a whole fabulous, other level.
I think my web host may help with upgrading, but I don\’t have time to mess with it right this minute. But if things go wacky, that’s probably why.
In the meantime, my teeth have finally (mostly) stopped hurting. I had a filling replaced (minor) and a broken molar repaired (major) on Friday, both on the same side. They didn’t hurt too badly after the Novocain wore off, but on Saturday they hurt like hell. Even on Tuesday morning, as I was trying to eat room temperature oatmeal, they hurt. Hrmf. Then, at some point Tuesday afternoon, I realized they weren’t hurting. Huzzah! I guess it just took a few days for the nerves to calm down.
I’m still getting occasional twinges and brief moments of throbbing, but nothing like it was. Both teeth are still really sensitive to cold, which is a bummer, but definitely an improvement. Hopefully that’ll go away, too, and preferably before Popsicle season is over!
The rat bastard Death Ray got Mollie Sudgen today. The world will be a less colorful place without her.
…helps the Benadryl go down.
It’s easy peasy to pill Harriet, but I like to give her pills to her with peanut butter, because she gets totally blissed out when she eats it. It’s pure doggie crack.
In my travels around the Interwebs yesterday, I came across an article about Shane MacGowan’s new teeth. The poor guy’s teeth were notorious for being crooked, rotten, and later on, largely missing.
Having recently broken a molar, and knowing just how painful that is, I cannot imagine what sort of agony he’s been in for most of his adult life. Thankfully, he’s finally gone and gotten new teeth. I don’t know if they’re implants or dentures, but whatever they are, they look (and probably feel) a million percent better.
And now, because I dearly loves me some Pogues, the video for Dirty Old Town. (Also, check out those teeth!)
Because I cannot get enough of The Decemberists, apparently.
red paper boat 