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| Checking in |
[Oct. 16th, 2005|12:36 am] |
I guess I'm sort of fading out of Livejournal. I'll try to keep hanging on for a while, though. There are a bunch of people over right now, and I had to come in and take care of Chris's birthday present really quickly. I'm going to get back out there in a second, but I just wanted to check in and say hello.
Last night, the Fyuss played a pretty damn awesome show, but they didn't go on until like 1, and I didn't get home until like 4. I would have liked to have slept all day today, but we had to get ourselves to the wine festival. It was a gorgeous day for it, and we spent a lot of time just sitting around on a blanket, drinking wine and people watching. (highlights included the shirtless, nipple-ring sporting chubby dude. Borderline man boobs there. Also went on a very long winery tour with the purpose of being able to sample special wines at the end. The guy was longwinded and strange, but provided the catchphrase of the day. During a long speech on his distaste for wine snobbery, he talked about how irritating it is when people swirl the glass and sniff it and all that. He finished with "Christ! Just put it in your mouth!" Hah!
I really should get back to the party. Whee! |
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[Sep. 27th, 2005|09:47 pm] |
I hate not being able to get on Livejournal at work. I haven't been on in like a month, and now the idea of checking my friends page just seems like it would take years and years and years. I'm going to read it for a little while and then shower and go to bed. I just wanted to say hi to everyone.
Damn. I feel so out of the loop.
I can check my email from work. People should email me. Yes. I command it.
muppetsaway@hotmail.com
So, how the hell is everyone? |
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| stuff! |
[Aug. 21st, 2005|07:09 pm] |
*shakes fist at Sephora.com*
I am ordering some stuff from Sephora, and you can get free shipping for orders of $75 or more. How much is my order? $74!!! Now I must find the cheapest thing I can to get free shipping!
Last night, Chris and I worked concessions at the Ravens game. Open Space got the opportunity to have a stand for a few of the preseason games, and they get to keep all the profits. It was a really interesting experience, but I am so glad that's not my full time job. It was like a thousand degrees in that place. Chris made hotdogs the entire time, and I prepared food (mostly nachos) as it was ordered by customers. Those of you who know me will not be surprised that I was pretty serious about the gloves and all that. Once the gloves were on, I only touched food, and if I did touch anything else, I washed my hands and put on new gloves. The same cannot be said for this one dude who was working with us. He had a glove on his left hand, then proceeded to pull Tostitos out of the bag with his right hand. I very politely said "Oh, there are gloves up there if you need one for your other hand." He put on two gloves, but then would wipe the sweat off his face and jack up his pants at every given opportunity. Then, to top it all off, he totally ate a pork BBQ sandwich WITH THE GLOVES ON, then went right back to serving up food! Gross!!
Also, this chick insisted on making a bunch of nacho trays like 2 hours before we opened, and they were all stale by the time people started ordering them. It was just so damn humid. So, of course, people were bringing them back, and we ended up having to claim SEVENTEEN nacho trays as spoilage, which is subtracted from the profit. Nice job. |
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| Whoa! |
[Aug. 17th, 2005|12:35 pm] |
Dude, I just saw that "The Adventures of Pete and Pete" is available on Netflix. I have a feeling it would be one of those "get for when Chris isn't home things" - I"m not sure if his love of Pete and Pete matches mine.
In other news, they are banging the hell out of something upstairs. Sgt. Grumbles is pretty pissed off about it. |
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| Sgt. Grumbles!! |
[Aug. 15th, 2005|03:04 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | photos, sgt. grumbles | ] |
| [ | emotion of the day |
| |  amused | ] |
| [ | dancing the muppet dance to |
| | Ani Difranco - "Modulation" | ] |
Sgt. Grumbles just LOVES helping me to make the bed:
There are no words to describe this:
That's it for the update from our little kitty buddy! |
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| Crafty! |
[Aug. 15th, 2005|02:58 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | beading, crafts, jewelry, photos | ] |
| [ | emotion of the day |
| |  calm | ] |
| [ | dancing the muppet dance to |
| | Ani Difranco - "Studying Stones" | ] |
( Here's what I finished today. )
I'm pretty happy with it. It's been a long time since I did any beading, and this turned out pretty well. It made me want to do more, which is a good sign.
So, there's that, as well as the decos and slams that came this weekend. And only a week until I go back to work! Yikes! |
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| Is something wrong with me? |
[Aug. 9th, 2005|11:32 pm] |
I just spent a half hour tagging my 50 most recent entries. While it was fun to look back and even more fun to put things into nice little categories where they belong (*twitch*), I realize I have now simply opened a can of worms that must be finished. I must now tag all of my entries. Why have I done this to myself? |
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| New Journal |
[Aug. 9th, 2005|11:06 pm] |
I just started a new journal.
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) themuppetcooks
You can read all about it on its information page.
You don't have to add it as a friend, but if you're into cooking or food, you might find it interesting. |
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| Campity Camping |
[Aug. 9th, 2005|08:19 am] |
I'm sporting some major bugbites, but it was completely worth it for the weekend I had.
Camping Highlights:
- AJ and I were the only ones who actually wore the overalls ALL weekend long. Chris and Rick totally didn't. Suckers.
- Friday night's delicious meal - who would have thought you could cook such awesome food in the woods?
- On Friday night, the fire started dying, so Rick decided it needed some more fuel. He dumped fuel on the fire, which in turn went up into the fuel can. Rick shook the can, sending little tufts of fire all over the campsite and, incidentally, straight onto my foot. I had walked over the get something from the back of the truck, so had no idea what had transpired until I felt searing heat on my foot. I yelled for water and doused my foot. All of a sudden, I saw flashlights and heard "macho man" voices. It was the rangers, making their entrance at the exact wrong time. One spotted Patrick's throwing knife and said "That doesn't look like a camping knife," to which Patrick matter-of-factly replied "No, it's a throwing knife!" They then became obsessed with seeing all of our ids, which then became the theme for the weekend. "Do you have your id?" "Does that apple have its id?" "Does that fire have an id?" You get the picture. Anyhow, they left without major incident and we were back to the business of drinking. Rick showed us his hand and I swept into "Mom" mode as soon as I saw his thumb and forefinger were charred and already beginning to blister. Yes, kids, we learned a real lesson that night: Don't just throw fucking fuel out of a can on a fire.
- Falling asleep in a tent surrounded by the sounds of the woods.
- Not waking up to an alarm clock. Waking up when you damn well please to light filtered through trees and the sound of morning animals.
- Swimming!!!
- Learning the most fun game ever, which I am going to play next time I am in a pool. "Whopper.....uhhhhh....*giggle*" "Maki Maki"
***break: My cat just took a huge crap, and I can smell it all the way in the office. Sgt. Grumbles craps like a man!***
- We scrambled up Cunningham Falls, which can hardly be called "falls," then being imagined to be a polar bear by tourists Megan, Chris, Nick, and Rick. Can't wait to see those photos. When we came back down, Patrick told us about some douchebag who thought he was the Falls police.
- The tragic death of the salamander at the hands (feet?) of Nick Rose.
- DRINKING ALL NIGHT IN THE WOODS.
- I learned how to make perfect marshmallow roasting sticks.
- A midnight snack of toasted cheese sandwiches made over the fire.
- Did I mention drinking all night in the woods?
That's all for right now. Those who were there: what were your favorite parts? |
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[Aug. 9th, 2005|08:14 am] |
I was poking around on NeilGaiman.com and was happy to see that they've finally decided to put Mirrormask in theaters rather than sending it straight to DVD. Yay! It's coming out Sept. 30th, and I am going to see it and be happy.
http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/mirrormask/
Now, at the request of Mr. Patrick Rose, I must make a post about our camping trip this weekend. |
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[Aug. 1st, 2005|08:50 pm] |
I just need to vent for a second...
I'm making a skirt. Everything is rolling merrily along, I'm finishing a seam with my serger, when I notice that one of my spools of thread is sporting a big old group of cut threads. I work with it until it breaks, then toss it in a bag to take back to the craft store where I bought it. Luckily, I have another spool. I thread it through and am running a test piece when I discover that it, too, is not one long piece of thread as promised by a spool of thread. By this time I have TWO FREAKING INCHES LEFT TO SERGE and nothing to do it with. So now I must quit my project for the night. Bitches, man. |
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| Northwest |
[Jul. 27th, 2005|02:24 pm] |
So I had a bitch of a time getting back home to Maryland, which is why I suggested Northwest dine on a plate piled high with steaming balls, courtesy of yours truly.
I arrived at the airport in Detroit to find that my 5:24 flight had been canceled due to weather conditions in Baltimore. They had automatically moved me to a flight that was leaving at 9:23. I was pretty irritated - I was just ready to go home. I don't understand how weather conditions could be that different between Baltimore and D.C., as flights were still merrily flying in to Dulles airport in D.C., which Chris thought he couldn't get to in time because of traffic (the woman said she could switch me to a flight leaving around the same time as my original booking). So, I decided "Let's go, 9:23! It will suck to get home so late and not really be able to spend time with Chris, but what can you do?" I checked my suitcase, got my boarding pass, and called my brother, who was by that time about 15 minutes away from the airport. He came back to get me and we went out to dinner.
At dinner, Chris called me. "I just got a call that your new flight was canceled." Fuck. I called Northwest to see about switching over to Dulles or Regan, but those flights were sold out. They automatically put me on a 6:50am flight. I was a bit distressed, seeing as all of my shit was already checked in, so I asked about switching to another airline. The guy claimed I would have to go to the airport to do that, as to switch to another airline the agent has to walk to the other airline's counter. I'm wondering why this guy couldn't get the same security clearance I do in the comfort of my own home. It's called the Internet, jackass, and I've found it to be a handy tool in discovering the flight schedules of several airlines in the past.
So we go to the airport, where I noticed immediately that first class passengers get the same number of agents as normal people like me. While the few first class passengers were drifting in, the first class agents stood around with their thumbs in their asses. Meanwhile, the counter down in regular people town was SWAMPED. People were not happy. A few flights other than mine had also been canceled. There was no direction as to where to go to change a flight, so everyone just got in any agent's line. After standing there for roughly an hour, this bitter little fat lady comes through yelling "If you want to change your flight, you must be at counters 23-25!!" Now, those are 3 of like 30 counters, and the ratio of people wanting to change a flight to people just checking into a flight did not support her absurdly low "counters needed for the angry people" estimate. My brother went over to one of the designated counters, where the line was already of headache-inducing length. I decided to stay put, as I'd been standing in that line for far too long already and figured it was only fair that I shouldn't have to go over to some new, longass line.
The bitter little fat lady continued making things worse for the weary travelers. She directed people to the phone stands that are equipped to help people change their flights. Well, when I say "equipped," I mean "broken." She simply shrieked at the woman who shared this information with her: "Then you'll just have to go stand in line!!!!" Geez. "I am the supervisor!!!" I heard her scream at one old lady. Shit,I thought, watching her enter into a pointless exchange with a girl trying to get to New York, if she's the supervisor, we're in for a great time. The BLFL went on an on about how they couldn't go pick this one girl's luggage out of all of the luggage back there, completely ignoring the fact that the girl kept pointing at her luggage, still very much in her possession. After a few more of these "conversations," the BLFL turned around to scream at her staff, most of whom were trying their best to assuage the customer's concerns. "If ANYONE comes up to you who is not just checking in, DO NOT HELP THEM!!!" I half expected her to tack some horrible insult onto the end of her proclamation; her words dripped with disdain.
I stayed put, as there were only two people behind me in line. I let them go ahead of me to check in, then I approached the counter and explained my situation as another man came up and joined my line. "I can't help you here," the woman behind the counter said. I told her I'd been standing in her line for over an hour and that, had the supervisor set up a procedure before making people stand around pointlessly that long, I would have gladly waited in the other line. "She's been going around making announcements," the woman asserted, not meeting my eyes. "Ma'am," I said quietly, "that's the first time she's been around." She went on, saying she couldn't help me. I asked if I could just wait until her line was empty; she didn't answer, so I took that as a yes. The man behind me went ahead of me and checked in, then the agent loudly questioned the invisible people behind me: "Anyone here just checking in?" By this time I was in tears, my extremely frustrating response to stress. Even if I'm horribly angry and ready to get into it with someone, I cry. It makes me feel weak, but it shouldn't. It's just what I do. But that's not what we're here to discuss right now.
In the end, I had to go with the 6:50am flight, as there were no more flights leaving the airport that evening - Northwest has the latest departures. I had no toothbrush, no glasses, no clothes, nothing. It was like fucking camping other than the fact I had a bed to sleep in. Not to mention the fact that my brother and I had to get up at stupid o'clock in the morning to get to the airport on time. Or the fact that my brother missed karate yesterday evening because of having to come back and get my ass from the airport. Or the fact that the FUCKING SUPERVISOR DID NOTHING TO HELP THE SITUATION FOR ANYONE!!!!! Usually, when I am in the airport and see people getting pissed about stuff, I think "chill, man. It's cool." But last night I was surrounded by people who were angry for a really good reason. We were all being treated like preschoolers in a mean old witch's house. Yelling at people like that. I wonder if they had a whole video on that in her training program, or just a question on a test.
Northwest. Fucking bitches. |
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[Jul. 26th, 2005|09:14 pm] |
Northwest Air can eat my balls. My big, hairy, invisible balls.
More on this developing story later. Now I must go get drunk. |
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| Fighting People |
[Jul. 22nd, 2005|12:58 am] |
This afternoon, Tom and I were just about to pull out onto the street, leaving his friend's house, when this car pulled up and stopped right in front of the driveway. A couple got out and proceeded to scream at each other. We had the windows up for the A.C., and never thought to roll them down to see what all of the crap was about. The guy crossed to the other side of the street, all the while looking back at the girl and yelling and flipping her off. She stood by the driver's side, screaming her head off at him. Finally, he disappeared around the corner and she stood in front of the open driver's side door, pulling her hair up into a ponytail with her hands, her eyes cast downward, toward the seat in front of her. She dropped her hair and bent down, looking around under the seat. She repeated this several times: hair up, look, hair down, bend over and look. Then she moved to the back driver's side door, opened it, and looked around for something. She returned to the front door and repeated her previously established pattern. Tom and I were basically trapped the entire time; she never even glanced behind her to see us waiting for her to move her car. We didn't really mind, though, as the entire episode was pretty interesting. Then, with an air of determination, she got into the car, slammed the door shut, and tore off and around the corner. Unfortunately for her, the back driver's side door was still wiiiiide open. As she rounded the corner, families turned to stare, mouths gaping. I really wanted to know what happened next, but we were going straight at the light, not turning.
I finished Harry Potter. I had saved it for my flight yesterday morning and finished it this evening. I really wish the last one would just come out right now! |
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[Jul. 14th, 2005|11:16 am] |
Today is Erica's 25th birthday. I thought of it last night before going to bed, and since then I've had a vaguely sad feeling all day. I looked through some old photo albums and found this picture from one Halloween, I think 1996, when we both went as men. Aunt Josette got all bent out of shape and made Erica wear earrings and blush, as if people would think she was really a boy. Before heading to a party, we did a "Sears catalog photo shoot," with such classic poses as "Hey, look over there!" and "What time is it?"
I just really miss her, still. I think about how my life has changed in the four years she's been gone and how much hers might have. I'm 25, married, have a cat and an apartment, have just finished my first year teaching, and am planning travel and living in new places and countless adventures. She is forever almost 21, forever beautiful and kind and painfully alive in flashes of memory. I still remember fights we had when we were children, and when she got sick after eating handfuls of the wonderful sugar cookies my mother made each year for Christmas (and couldn't bring herself to make in the first couple of years after Erica died. They were always her favorite), and her joy at performing in a play I directed (and the joy of the audience - she was hilarious as a daft witch in a Robin Hood spoof), and when I saw her for the last time without knowing it would be the last time. We were both busy with college and all its related commitments, but promised to get together in the spring. Less than a month later, she was gone. The regret - we shouldn't have always said "soon, soon" - still stings, though not as sharply. |
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| A few things |
[Jun. 29th, 2005|01:44 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | theatre | ] |
| [ | emotion of the day |
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So, I turned down the role I was offered in My Fair Lady. Now, as long as I can get the money together, I can go see my brother in Michigan.
I really learned my lesson with the callback on Monday. Don't drink and stay up all weekend when you have a final callback on a Monday evening. I fucked up the song royally. And after I did so well at the first callback. Oh, well - there's always next year.
I am disappointed that I didn't get Eliza, yes, especially since I haven't done anything in so long and I had so much fun just doing the scenes at the first callback I went to. But who knows what the summer will bring?
I'm hoping Ms. Jae can come over this evening and help me bleach streaks in my hair so that I can transform into punk rock Missy for the summer. I've settled on blue - I have more of it left than the red, and it's such a beautiful shade.
Chris and I leave for our trip on Friday evening. I'm really excited. I've been highlighting the tour books. If anyone has been to Iceland, Amsterdam, or Copenhagen, now is the time to give suggestions on great things to do. Besides the obvious in Amsterdam.
I really should go do something productive. It was hard to drag my ass out of bed this morning - Tess and I didn't get back from The Lion King at the Hippodrome until about 1am, and then I couldn't get to sleep. I went running around 10 this morning, but it was so damn hot I ended up walking half of it. Also went to the natural foods store in town and was reminded why I don't like going there - the guy there comes off as kind of a dick. A woman walked in with her son, who appeared to be quite well-behaved, and the first thing the guy said was "Watch his hands - there are a lot of glass bottles in here!" Chill, dick.
Oh, for those of you who have seen The Lion King on stage - I have seen it twice: Once in London in ummm 2000 or 2001 and last night in Baltimore. Last night, in the middle of "Be Prepared," some half dressed hyenas came out and the music changed to this bumping dance beat. The lights went all crazy and suddenly we were in a gay hyena nightclub. I did not remember that from the first time I saw it. And that's not the kind of thing you would forget. Anyone else seen it? |
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