depressing drooling.

Watching Planet Earth: The Future is an interesting dichotomy; part of my brain is going "oooo...sooo..preeeeetttyyyy......" and is good for nothing but drooling, and another part of my brain is listening to what they're saying and is getting ridiculously depressed, and wants to quit watching. but that impulse gets smashed by the other part of the brain that says "SHUTUP PRETTY LOOKIT BIKKIT*". I suppose I could watch it on mute, but then I'd get confused by all the faces.

*wanna wanna 'lefant lookit 'lefant!**

**Thief of Time.

O.o

....O.o

Gratuitous Kitteh.

I think my email may have eaten my proposal, which makes marit sad. so does having helicopters run laps seemingly a foot above my roof at 2200 when I'm trying to sleep. They didn't stop until 2300ish. I don't care if they were zombies or a breakout from the police station...don't you people know I had to be up by 0300? siiigh. Biking this morning went fine until partway through my ride when the Light Of Elune became the Light Of Doom and began fading (and like most high-candlepower lamps, when they fade, they fade faaast.) just as I hit the darkest point of the ride. Now, of course, every zombie movie I've ever seen begins to play in my mind, AND the random function on my mp3 player flipped over to ambient trancey-creepyness* (I'm looking at you, phillip glass.). It's dark, it's cold, it's quiet, and the moon is a huge orange slice hanging low in the sky, and did I mention the fog? this fog didn't come on little cat feet. little godzilla feet maybe.

On the upside, I made my usual 10-12 minute ride in 7 minutes. Anyway, to make up for the whining, here's kitteh pictures. (I just cleaned out my memory cards, can you tell?)

*not usually creepy. usually quite nice. not at 0320 am after zombies have been mentioned. also, apparently I have the Coast Guard to blame. hope they found him.

NeeeeEEEEeeeerrrrrrryyyyyyyoooooooommmm.

Look, ma, I'm serious-cat! I swear! ...zzzzzzzzz

Raisins, guys. I know it's a crinkly red bag, but we've already established raisins =/= food. leave me alone. Also; Raz = longcat. he can get the first knuckles of his paws over the edge of the counter.

I come home one day and Raz is staring at the corner of the door. for hours. um...raz?

Just say no to catnip, Jayne! Jayne...that's the heater. stop rubbing it.

Why do you tempt fate, o hooman? you know I'm going to destroy that handspun the second you leave it unattended...oh, you want to sit? no. my chair. go'way.

Chef!

mine is an evil laugh!

so....why did the new dexter book come out in mid-february in the UK, but isn't coming out until september over here?

that's crap. ((Also crap; I can play itunes music on my shiny new zen (whee refurbished $40 2gb-that-accepts-SD-cards awesome sanity-saver for wait/returns bought with giftcard from xmas! I heart you!), but I can't play videos from itunes. So my glorious plot of having a little case of SD cards loaded with NCIS and Dexter and Bullshit is slightly more difficult to come to fruition. but it will. anyway.))

in a completely unrelated note...uh...they've apparently removed the restrictions on the various amazons.

there's....too many of them!

Coraline Good.
3D glasses + Marit Glasses = Bad.
Eyes Hurty.

why, why, why is the gravitational force exerted by flat surfaces greater than the gravitational force exerted by the homes of the various objects that accumulate on them?

whimper.

I wish I played piano better...

...just so I could play this song every so often.


sad. youtube fails me. I can't get the AWESOME drum jam. Go buy Highland Cathedral and listen to track 6. preferably super loud with the windows down and the sunroof open. bonus points if it's january in Minnesota. Hi Mom!

looks like someone didn't get the memo about dress code. shame, euph, shame. shaaame.


ok, now imagine this, but with the Empire Brass and Mr Kuhlman on the organ. you need to crank and drop the windows on this one too. ok, so THIS will open it in iTunes if you have it. it's a preview.


...Steph and Patrick and Casey and I need to get together and brass it up someday. soon.

pokey claws and halitosis are no match for a good blaster at your side.

I think this is Ray's cat.

either way, it's still pretty awesome. and much less terrifying than Chuck Norris as President of Texas.

sigh.

yeah. today's gonna be awesome. I can tell.

mea culpa.

Hey, California? We may have kind of gotten off on the wrong foot, here. I may have judged you too harshly. Certain words may have been exchanged. (Certain...bullets.) In my defense, your lack of seasons (two months of rain doesn't count) and the myrmidion hordes are fairly major points, but....I may have to take it all back.

because I just bought this at Target.

At Target. TARGET.

I couldn't find a clip of the pilot with the pertinent quote above, but this is always appropriate:


also, this made me laugh pretty hard. (but, um, sweetheart? you're pushing your low end. pick a higher harmony. tuning is your frieeeeeeeend.)

Hey. Idea. (actual economists, you should probably look away. this'll make you twitch.)

How's about instead of trying to figure out stupid economic stimulus CRAP packages and fighting over OMG SOCIALIST ACK and UGH INBRED OSTRICHES, listen to this:

how much student loan do you have left? The Boy and I have a cubic shitload. a metric fuckton. a. lot. of. debt. I'm betting we're not the only ones. here's my economic stimulus package: Forgive it. Hell, even keep it, but just make it interest-free. I understand that part of the problem is bad things the banks etc have to deal with...but isn't that why the whole refinancing thing is legal? some money is better than no money? And I don't pretend to be an economist. at all. I'm sure my thoughts and angry mutterings have very logical, perfectly reasonable reasons why things are the way they are, or why it can't change to the ways suggested. I try to educate myself more about economics but seriously: I tried listening to two economists and bill maher last night and couldn't stay awake. or concentrate. after 5 minutes. and that's with bill's annoying-entertaining commentary.

but $716.62 dollars a month is $8,599.44 a year. that is a lot of cash. That's a lot of money that could be going into our local community. into our savings. into better health insurance than the crap I get from work. (and yeah, how ironic is it that an EMS company gives its employees crap insurance? ok, so not many people rely on the ridiculous eye coverage that I do, but still.) maybe you've got less. maybe it's only 500 a month. that's still 6,000 dollars. and how many students graduate with that amount of debt each year? 8 million? (8,666,000 attended a 4 year school in 2006, according to NCES,) even if only half of them have debt, and it's baby debt- say 200/mo- that's 9.6 billion dollars. 24 billion dollars if they've got a 500/mo payment. in one year. it'll take us 10 years to pay off everything assuming the interest doesn't change. say it only takes 6 years to pay off the baby debt. 57.6 billion dollars (over 6 years), all paid by those hypothetical 4 million graduates. I know that's a drop in the bucket to the government, but still.

because I'm not awake yet.

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME (first pet, current car): Loki Xterra.

2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME (fave ice cream, favorite type of shoe): Dad's Homemade Vanilla Flip-flop.

3. YOUR NATIVE AMERICAN NAME (favorite color, favorite animal): Cobalt Polar Bear

4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME (middle name, city where you were born): Freya La Crosse

5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME (first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 of first): Polma

6. SUPERHERO NAME (2nd favorite color, favorite drink, add THE): The Burgundy Mojito

7. NASCAR NAME (the first names of your grandfathers): Olin Jack

8. STRIPPER NAME ( the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent): Schroedinger's Cat

9. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME (your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter): Dvorak Denver

11. SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, flower): Fall Lilac

12. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now): Mckintosh Apple Pullover

13. HIPPIE NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree): Yaourti me Meli Birch

do you really wanna catch us

oh do you really wanna get on that bu-us?

after a ridiculous few days at work, the best medicine? seeing huge moon rings and watching a cat play with an empty cardboard fridge-pak box. who knew that barq's (tried to spell that barques) held such feline allure?




also: currently topping the lists of "songs not to have in your head during rush hour in the am-ba-laince and your partner would not appreciate you singing:"


this one too.


and I <3 this chord. you know the one I'm talking about. right at 1:13.


(yes. that is murder she wrote.)
oh, man, am I having a ridiculous flashback to senior year. DAN! KEEP YOUR DAMN BLADE UP! JOHN! FEET! away away, my butt's on fire, cause I've been sitting on it all damn day... Kate, you so should have been Mabel when Luther did it. you rocked that madness.

shame. shaaaaame.

I am being a horrible swapper. but it's not my fault! I had my princess bride package all done and ready to send, all it needed was postage and delivery confirmation before starting its happy meandering way to its recipient.

then Friday From Hell (fuckyouverymuchdispatch) happened. and I've been carrying it around ever since. Tried to give it to The Boy to mail...then reconsidered. mmm...no. Also carried a moleskine around today that was going to get mailed...sigh...This whole working 9-5 thing is getting mildly annoying. anyone know if I can get delivery confirmation online? I have a scale, I can figure out how much postage I need...

got my princess bride package! will have a photo up tomorrow. miracle pills (chocolate coated, ocourse), a moebius felted purse, bangles, wax lips, and a ginormous squishy packet of bluefaced leischowever you spell it-SQUISHY WOOL GOODNESS-ter fiber. muahahaha. I heart you partner. heart heart heart.

still no news on the Igor front. USPS says my package made it to its destination, but haven't heard yet if it did. she said she was pretty busy when we last 'spoke' so hopefully that's all that happened. (thanks, UPS guy, for leaving my package from Mom^2 at my old doorstop on market street in oakland...yeah...good call.) especially considering you can't GET to my doorstop without calling me to buzz you in...

teryaki pork tenderloin in hotbox. the thing. you know. oven! that's the word. made onigiri for lunch but got seduced by bakesale betty's fried chicken sammich and freshbaked brownie and nummy nummy lemonade freeze (just like golden valley poolside! only in a lot smaller cup, sadly.) and only 5 dollars because bakesale betty's hearts the EMS. which is why we heart bakesale betty's. even if me and my monday partner forget every monday that they're closed until we've driven over there. sigh. anyway. actually got an onigiri mold when I bought my bento box (LOVE OMG LOVE) and man is it so much easier to make onigiri with actual, y'know, tools. as opposed to sticky fingers and saran wrap and measuring cups.

Ants! on my desk! dammit they're everywhere! I canna take it anymore cap'n!

but I digress. sorry. off to go beg forgiveness of my swapee.


ok, one more digression. Why Marit Learned To Close Her Laptop When She's Not Using It. comes home, wiggles mouse, this window appears. Thanks, Jayne. Don't think I'm not watching you and your nefarious kitten campaigns.

I love my planet.

did I already post this here? I don't remember. it bears repeating, though.

but do yourself a favor and don't read the youtube comments.

also, shopping for boots sucks and sleepy hollow is (for the moment) The Best Movie Ever. mrowr.