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11.30.2004
right now i am sitting at my desk, waiting for it to be 6 o'clock and listening to a mouse scrap around in a box behind me. we put out traps and one right in front of the box and i pray he doesn't come out and get snapped in it while i'm still here.
:: Shericat 2:54 PM [+] :: speak
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i feel very complain-ey today. we're in quite the conundrum about where to move now. being close to family is very important to us, for me because i never had it and for M. because he always has. but then there's that feeling of dispair at the thought of moving somewhere that's not "cool" enough, although any step down from New York is going to be a shocker no matter where it is. i just don't know, i could rationalize my way through it either way, which i guess is good in the long run but frustrating because i feel like i can't make a decision.
i'm also bitchy because we're going to New Mexico for christmas. we kind of got guilted into it after not going for three years or so, but i still don't want to. my parents' house is one of those houses where the television is never off. and there's one in every room. even the bathroom. and my mother and father both smoke like chimneys and keep the entire place in a lockdwon state of sealed windows and doors because god forbid we waste heat in the name of a little fresh air circulating. it's really fairly nauseating. plus i have one of those mothers who's always trying to force "quality time", which to her means getting shit-faced and sobbing all over me about what an awful parent she's been. it's really David Sedaris-esque material when you think about it, i wish i could write to save my life. i would make a million off my premiere collection of witty, biting shorts, "The Hilarious Tragedy of my Fucked Up Life". i can see it now.
the last thing i'm not happy about today is that i have to go to group tonight after blowing it off for two weeks. i feel like kind of an asshole, first of all because i totally lied about being sick with the stomach flu both times, and secondly because the real reason is that i'm avoiding this really annoying guy who's started coming. i'm sorry, but i just don't like him, he's a real shithead and thinks he's really funny but really he just fucks up the entire mood because he doesn't take it seriously. i try to just say to myself, "self, you're in this for you, so take what you can from it and ignore him". but now i've been called on ignoring him and asked to consider him as a person, give him a fair chance or some such bullshit. i'd so much rather just kick him in his smirking, self-satisfied face.
that's my rant for now, dear diary.
:: Shericat 10:54 AM [+] :: speak
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11.29.2004
my how the days drag by when you're freshly back from a short vacation. we spent the weekend up in n.h. eating too much, drinking too much, spending much of every day in a horizontal position, moving only for optimal Buffy viewing. we did get ourselves out once to walk the dogs through the orchard, which was nice and just enough exercise in the cold to warrant enormous turkey sandwiches and beer before noon. i was lucky enough to go riding for the first time in ten years. a friend of Abby's has horses and upon hearing that i'm dying to go riding kindly offered her 26 year old mare for my enjoyment. for those of you who don't know, horses never live to 26, and this one didn't look a day over 14, which is pretty much middle age for the equines. she was delightful, and by george i never would have imagined how many muscles you apparently never use for anything other than keeping yourself on a horse's back - it's been three days and my ass and thighs are still killing me. i can't wait to move somewhere i can do this more regularly, my buns of steel are but a mere month or two of equestrain showmanship away.
we also got to see Matt and Mary and soon to be born Holly, which is just surreal. every person i know who's been pregnant lately has this effect on me - it just doesn't seem real towards the end. they're so huge it has the absurdity that i don't really relate to the thing that you hold in your arms and pukes all over you for 20 some-odd years. but it is a very cool thing, silmultaneously makes me want to have one and get neutered at the same time. we also softly broke the seattle news to people, which didn't get much of a response from most folks, other than it's far away, which i understand thank you i DO know how to read a map too. but, some ultimadums were thrown down and now it looks like we may be considering Pittsburgh again after all. not sure how i'm taking that yet, it is our decision after all.
great, i haven't even been at work for all of 2 hours and i already have a pounding headache. whoopee!
:: Shericat 8:35 AM [+] :: speak
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11.23.2004
i already went off a bit on kat's blog, but let me take a little more time in my own space to discuss one of my biggest pet peeves: people who don't really understand the term "evolution". i'm fairly sure that most everyone has encountered one of these people at some point or another. you know the type, they usually think quite a bit of themselves, consider themselves smarter than the rest of us peons yet can't be bothered to fact check anything that comes out of their mouth. and almost always these people end up saying things that are so stupid and condescending that they end up totally eliminating any little speck of intellect that they might have been able to pull off. ok, that's a little harsh, but the prevelance of the phrase "-blank- is just so much more evolvedthan -blank-" is too much for me to take it easy on them.
so just to clarify, evolution is:
a) a time-oriented process, one that won't ever, ever take place in a person's lifetime, let alone their adolescence. we're talking thousands of years here folks.
b) the process of evolution is comprised of several stages of mutations that occur within a species, you don't just go from point A to point B without a whole lotta hits and misses in there. if these mutations are attractive to enough other members of the species, we'll breed for them and they'll become characteristic traits that define and seperate one group of us from another.
c) the only purpose, and i mean ONLY purpose of evolution, the end result, is to keep a species propogating. so as long as we're fertile, fed, and reproducing, there is no reason for our species to change, we're doing just fine as we are now. in fact, if you want to consider how we're "evolving" for the sake of argument, we're actually become a very stupid bunch of homo sapiens. look at the number of dumb people out there breeding all hooey-blooey. i'd say that's evidence that stupidity and carelessness are arguably traits we have decided are attractive and desired. i mean, we did elect the that troll in the white house didn't we?
:: Shericat 10:01 AM [+] :: speak
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11.22.2004
stayed home sick again today. the boss is out of town and morgan and i were both feeling craptastic so it was nice to just hole up inside all day. the weekend started out about the same, got drunk at some bar on friday. saw some stupid celebrity there and then some band i've heard of and pretended to know even though i've never listened to a single song of theirs. i don't know why i did it, i was drunk and they all had these really charming scottish accents which were totally cute to listen to for about 5 mintues. listened to one friend talk about how much he likes another friend. i feel like i'm on Friends. yet another reason to leave new york.
saturday we drove for RightRides and it was very cool. we only had about 6 calls, 2 of which were way out of service area so we didn't pick them up but we did drive around an intern at Bust and now might be mentioned in a short bit about the serivice in the next issue, which is pretty damn cool. mostly spent the night just trying to stay awake, it's been so long since i've stayed up all night without drinking, but it was kind of fun. i went to bed and woke up the next afternoon with such an overwhelming sense of do-goodery, it's actually really great. plus we saved the rest of our weekend cash by not going out and i was able to put my efforts towards another charitable and good cause, Zach, Jean and the twins. i hung out with them for the afternoon, talking babies and cooing at babies and having a bite at Lola's while Morgan finished up recording out in Bushwick. those twins are adorable, i've just gotta be a disgusting baby-lovin' girl on that count. also seeing parents so enthralled and flushed with the entire experience is very heart-warming. made me do a lot more thinking, in very different ways, about the big question of whether or not we think we're parent material.
two more days and we're off to N.H. for turkey day, and god i can't wait. it's always a super-welcome relief this time of year, just settling into winter and really needing some family love and all the Buffy you can handle. plus my mother-in-law, cool as she is, has wrangled up a horse for me to ride while we're up there. i've been lamenting my missing of equine love for some time now, but don't have the funds to do the Central Park thing, so this is going to be so very cool. we'll also get to see Mary as a big pregnant lady for the last time before she pops, again with the baby love. maybe i'll just get one of those realer-than-life dolls that eats and shits and sleeps before we make up our minds.
:: Shericat 6:37 PM [+] :: speak
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11.19.2004
sometimes being sick is really nice. i caught up on some 14 hrs. of much needed sleep the past couple of days, ate a diet of mostly broth, saltines and ginger ale, and watched a lot of really bad tv. unfotunament, i missed Kickstart's show last night and The Anabolics the night before. i don't feel too bad because i've seen both of them several times before, and i know they both always get a good crowed regardless of my lapse in attendance. which is quite the surprise considering how all of new york city follows my every social lead. tonight we're going to check out this new bar, play some Centipede, hopefully a few rousty rounds of old school Street Fighter, drink some drinks, smack some ass, you know the usual. friends should be joining, you all should be one of them. this is kind of a lame post on kind of a lame day. not much is happening externally, it's all churning through my insides lately. many nerves concerning the big move, some more concerning telling the mom-in-law about the move, which is forthcoming and will probably include some tears and resentment, hopefully some happiness for us. some annoyance with the old jobski, a lot of annoyance at myself for letting it get to me instead of focusing my energy on comics and cleaning out the painting room at home. uuuuggggg........
but the good news this weekend is that we're driving for Right Rides on saturday, which i'm a little scared but mostly psyched about. of course, if any of my friends try to call and get rides to and fro parties, and you know who you are, remember that i know where you all really live so none of that you hear! hope i can stay awake until 4:30 a.m. i'm so old.
:: Shericat 10:39 AM [+] :: speak
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11.16.2004
the job market sure is a depressing thing. i was feeling rather fed-up with my job this morning and decided to start trolling the classifieds. after an hour or so of looking, not only do i find that i'm actually already getting paid more than what most admin. crap is offering, which is not much, i can tell you that much. and i know all the other perks i would sacrifice if i decided to change jobs, having to dress "office casual", having to take the subway every day, not getting to spend half of every day e-mailing and blogging and google-ing old crushes. i would also have to forfeit my three months time here and start from scratch in terms of vacation time and asking for a raise. so i guess it's worth it in the long run, and i might as well make the screaming, the constant aggression and cussing, the mice everywhere, the fruit flies that breed in garbage cans that only i ever empty, the other people who work here who refuse to clean up after themselves, the fucking idiot girl i'm now working with who doesn't know how to shut up, just make it all a lesson in learning how to seperate myself from all the shit that shouldn't matter. here's to hoping so.
:: Shericat 10:35 AM [+] :: speak
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11.15.2004
just a quick tip, if you're ever in the mood for a frothy, chocolately coffee pick-me-up, stay far away from The Read Cafe. my small mocha was only 3/4 the way full and made with some powdered choco-crap that makes it taste like chalk. and for $3, fuck that.
:: Shericat 1:48 PM [+] :: speak
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this weekend we had to face one of our worst demons, shopping for clothes. shopping is always a pain in the ass in new york, you just have to surrender yourself to the chaos and let it take you for as much time and money as it will. but i still hate it, the crowds, the racks and racks and racks of totally uninspired clothing that would look like shit on me anyway because i don't weigh 100 lbs. most of all i hate dressing room mirrors. i'm pretty sure most women can relate to the experience of thinking you look ok, then suffering post-traumatic stress disorder upon seeing yourself in dressing room mirros. suddenly i morph into some kind of evil cellulite creature, it's very, very depressing. we went to H&M, one of my only guilty shopping pleasures in the city, but it was a total bust for me. i felt like a barbie or something - everything just looked all the same and it was so, soooo boring. so yesterday i went to Beacon's Closet, though they are a little overpriced, their stuff is still way cheaper than anywhere else for the quality of clothing. plus i'm a big fan of clothing that's already been washed and therefore shrunk and worn in enough that you're not up for any big surprises when you take it home. my rule for Beacon's Closet is kind of like the 3 bears, i'll try on 3 or 4 pieces of too small or too big or too unflattering items before finding one that's just right. this goes on for an hour or so and yesterday i walked away with a couple of so-so items but one totally killer dress that i feel very Avenger-y in. i think i shall wear it every day...
friday we had dinner with our friends Jon and Cynthia, and i think i'm still savoring the 4 course feast that Jon prepared, including a very delicate duck dish and a lovely cheese course. probably had someting to do with my feeling like a blimp when shopping the next day, but it was worth it. we drank wine and played Cranium late into the night. tried to re-enact the same with Paul and Marguerite on saturday but it just wasn't happening for me, i passed out just before Marguerite would have beaten all our asses at Zombie Dogs, the fridge still full of beer.
today is going by way too slowly. i took a break and bought some very cute and cheap baby clothes for my niece-to-be, wandered around in the nice, unseasonably warm weather, am now waiting with baited breath for the next two hours to go by so i can take my loverly walk home.
:: Shericat 10:19 AM [+] :: speak
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11.12.2004
after Kat's blog about the movies you'd take with you to a desert island, i now have to put Primer at the top of that list, because i think i'd have to watch it another hundred times to finally figure it all out. i love it when i encounter a good book or movie or album that takes me by surprise in it's unique-ness, that makes me think that people really can do something new and different after all. going in i knew that these guys made the film for a measly $7K, and i'd heard very strong reviews both for and against it, but still my expectations were were just so off. i felt a little like i did after getting heavily into House of Leaves, like i had stumbled onto something that suddenly made the impossible seem probable. i'm not sure what it is that does this, i think it has a lot to do with a story being played out sans the typical overload of information. stories like these don't try to convince you to believe them, and because of that they're more believable than anything. anyway, everyone should go see that movie, if for no reason other than to discuss it with us and maybe we can put a few more pieces of the puzzle in place.
before i'm off to find a discussion board for my new obsession, i just have to say that rainy days aren't what they used to be now that they stand solely as a forewarning of what we have to expect when we make our way to the northwest. i'm not sure if i'm happy or sad about that, it just feels very different.
:: Shericat 7:14 AM [+] :: speak
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11.09.2004
man, having a cool coworker really does make all the difference. my job's still not bad, considering i never have to pay attention to much of anything and i don't care, which is a rather considerable triumph for me. but listening to a woman probably my age +or- a few years tell me fourteen times today that she's got to go order her daughter's birthday cake and did she tell me? she's putting her picture on it in frosting, isn't that adorable?!?!? and let's not forget the importance of the big trial right now that i can't remember the name of, despite having heard it at least twenty times today. you know the one, there's this guy, he probably killed his girlfriend or wife or something, there was a baby or pregnancy involved, they can't convict him because all the evidence is circumstantial, meanwhile our tax dollars are hard at work keeping him in the limelight for something like 10 months. she was very upset that they hadn't convincted him, because he is, after all, "like, totally weird looking and you just KNOW he beat her". you really have to add in your own mental queens accent and very wide open but totally dead eyes. whatever, i kept my mouth shut, another great triumph.
my lips are really chapped and i accidentally stole some Blistex complete moisture - i'm dead serious, it fell into my umbrella last week at Walgreen's and i found it when i got off the subway and opened it - anyway, i swear it's making it worse. don't use Blistex complete moisture, they should call it Blistex complete tube of CRAP.
:: Shericat 2:45 PM [+] :: speak
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11.08.2004
this weekend was actually pretty nice and chill for once. went out for a few drinks with Oraia and Consuelo, went home and drunkenly bought some pay-per-view (no, not the dirty kind), then back to the bar to drink a lot more and get mushy with Morgan and Fletcher after their boys' night out at Mars 2bagillionand10 or whatever.
after that we were pretty much broke so saturday was spent running a few errands and making a big pot of yummy lamb stew, played some video games and fell asleep early. yesterday i knit (knitted?) two adorable little hats for the new twins in our lives, though we haven't even met them yet. i hope they fit, i don't really have any idea how big a newborn's head is. i watched a lot of television and Buffy - the two are fairly exclusive i'll have you know - and read for a while, it was nice to be old and doing nothing for a few days. whoopee.
:: Shericat 11:57 AM [+] :: speak
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11.05.2004
so after all my talk yesterday we didnt' end up going to see George Kuchar's latest vision last night. morgan was in a mood and i wasn't really up for slogging myself out in the rain alone, lame though that is. funnily enough, my main argument for going was "but i already blogged that we're going!!" then i realized how much my blog boasts of events before they happen. really we don't go to half of the things i say we are. hell, we probably didn't go to half the things i blog about after the fact either!
anyway, i am psyched because today i'm taking my ex-coworker out for a few getting laid-off drinks (my boss is kind of a psycho), and i really am going to do that. mostly because it's only ten paces from my house but nevertheless i am doing something.
i think i had something more important to blog about but apparently not. i have one more hour of work and that's always the slowest one. pooooooooooooooooooooooooop.
:: Shericat 1:55 PM [+] :: speak
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11.04.2004
um, "editor's note":
to the two f**ing bitches who think i was insulting them, get a life! god, if you don't like my opinions don't read my blog four times a day!
Anna and Kat, you both rock, shut the fuck up.
:: Shericat 11:32 AM [+] :: speak
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so my depressed election post was eaten by blogger yesterday. probably not a big loss, i mostly sounded like everyone else, suspended in a state of disbelief that the babbling monkey got a second term. really he was elected for the first time two days ago, but whatever, who the fuck's counting now.
last night i got even more depressed after trying to hang with 'the girls' and watch Top Model. i just couldn't get into it, kept drinking in an attempt to lubricate my normal state of social retardation, but it just wasn't working. i wonder if other people feel that way - i'd guess they have to sometimes. there are those people who are so effortless to be around, conversation just comes so easily and i don't worry about how i look/sound/act because i'm too busy just having a good time. then there are those people who i'm not so easily myself around, whose different lifestyle choices just make me feel alienated and uncool, rather than interesting and interested. i know it all passes, and in a handful of months none of it will matter anyway because we'll be gone, and despite the promises that flow so freely, so many friendships will forget us just as quickly and easily as we forget them.
on a lighter note, i literally clapped my hands and giggled with glee when i opened the Onion this morning and saw that Anthology is presenting two restored programs of George Kuchar's film and video work. actually it's the Kuchar brothers because they worked together on a lot of early projects, i'm not sure if they still do. anyone who isn't familiar with Mr. Kuchar should very seriously consider changing whatever plans you have and going to one or both of the programs tonight. i was introduced to him back in Film 101 - solely because my teacher rocked, not because he's a regular film school subject. years later his short was a fairly major point of early, intimate conversation between Morgan and i. years after that, a girl i was in art school with at Hunter claimed to have a video of him hanging out at her house eating jelly donuts smothered in jam. i guess it's just myself and other die-hard fans who get why that is so perfect and so hilarious. his films were also the inspiration for "Meatheads", which some of you have seen and kind of looked at me sideways a lot in response. needless to say, this man has influenced my life a great bit. some people have their rock gods and movie stars, i have my old, fat, balding fag with a vision filled with cats, chodachrome, and old ladies dressed like hookers.
:: Shericat 7:51 AM [+] :: speak
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11.01.2004
ok, i just finished a salad that i think was on its way out and while i'm trying not to think about that and looking for something cretive to do with all this squash we're getting from our farm share, i came across this.
uuuuuggggggggghhhhhh......................
:: Shericat 11:16 AM [+] :: speak
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i hope everyone else is feeling the election day fever, i know i'm not. i'm really kind of dreading tomorrow, like a number of people i know, for fear that Bush will win. but i have to split i a pretty gnarly hair with everyone out there speaking of Bush being "re-elected". as we all know by now, he was never elected in the first place. i'm probably naive in assuming that it's common knowledge that Gore won by 3 or 4 hundred votes, but that's just me. i know it may be just an issue of semantics, but i do believe that even casually using a term that insinuates Bush actually being chosen by the people of this country four years ago is dangerous in its ability to moderate our perception of the entire democratic vote. if i were to think of him as being actually elected by the people of this country then i'd have a lot less hope for this election. of course, the whole five-finger-discount strategy doesn't leave me much room for optimism this year either.
despite the blanket of impending election doom that i've been hiding under, we had a really fun weekend. Rebecca, one of our all-time favorite people came to visit this weekend from Minneapolis. we ate, drank, and sat around talking a lot, which makes me so, so happy. she introduced us to her writer friend Evan who was so cool he sniffled his way through allergies to our cats just to hang out. this meeting cool people thing has got to stop, we've cemented more really good friendships this year than in any year past in new york, and damn you all are making it very difficult to justify leaving. anyway, last night we dressed up as Laura and Ashley of Live Girls!!!, but i don't think they found it very amusing. granted, their Paris and Nicole costumes put ours to shame, lord knows Ashley looks much better in a red bra than Morgan does. their set was short but very, very sweet. we went home kind of early and now i'm looking forward to a very sloth-like week because we are a) broke and b) very worn out from all the hookers and crack.
:: Shericat 10:46 AM [+] :: speak
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