Archives for the month of: October, 2004

oh thank you airbag. thank you thank you thank you!

‘reservoir dogs.’ last week during lunch we watched it. hopefully soon we can cross some more off the list. i cringe whenever i look at that.

update: we watched ‘crimson tide’ the other night, so now eric will understand what i mean if i ever exclaim ‘recommend alert 1! recommend ALERT 1!!’ i don’t know why i would ever say that, but it’s out there.

friday was eric’s birthday party – there was much bowling and merrymaking. the birthday boy passed out early but i think everyone had a good time that night (at eric’s anyway). saturday eric and i saw ‘the grudge’ which wasn’t as scary as ‘the ring’ but still totally creeped me out. the result? it took me twice as long to get ready this morning (and i skipped stuff) because i was terrified of the shower and of mirrors. and my own hair. that is the worst thing about all of these japanese horror remakes. they turn my own hair into a symbol of psychological terror the way the hockey mask is now a symbol of goofy terror.

the rest of saturday was spent in sort of a depressed stupor as i was feeling too blah to do much of anything else. eric decided he didn’t feel up to going to see the brian jonestown massacre either so we sort of sat around like globs of goo until going to sleep at like 10pm. sunday eric drove me to union station so i could catch the metra to aurora. i met my parents there and we ate and shopped a little at the ‘chicago premium outlets’ outlet mall. afterwards they drove me back to my apartment and set up my new bed frame. it has a middle support so my mattress doesn’t cave in at the middle. it is wonderful. after all of that excitement we went to noon o kebab for dinner with eric who had spent the day with his dad. for dessert i had what appeared to be a corrugated mini-loaf of fried dough that had been soaking in butter and honey for at least a week. it was delicious but afterwards i felt like i had been sucking on a honeycomb for hours. i will stick to baklava from now on.

after dinner my parents loaded up the old bedframe and my air conditioner into the car. my dad went to pick up my air conditioner but it slipped and he cut his thumb on the fins and dripped blood in a nice trail all the way to my front door. this comes on the heels of my mom telling me at lunch that my uncle cut part of his finger off in a bandsaw accident, jon slicing part of his thumb off with an exacto and eric stabbing his finger awhile back while separating frozen meat patties. all of this digital mutilation must’ve been preying on my subconscious mind because while i was cross stitching a few hours alter i stabbed my thumb pretty good with the needle. i managed not to bleed on my cross stitching. crisis averted!

now i’m sitting here operating on far too little sleep. i yawn about every 30 seconds. i feel sort of achy all over and i feel like i can’t walk right – it seems like i’m sort of flopping my legs around and somehow they manage to move me through space. maybe i’m getting the flu? i don’t know. a week and 2 days until eric and i leave for europe. a week and 1 day till eric’s last day of work and my first time voting. i didn’t vote 4 years ago because i was still registered at home and i didn’t quite understand that whole absentee thing. luckily illinois was already commited to the blue (the electoral college makes no sense). i feel like i’m starting to really ramble so i’ll stop while i’m ahead.

i don’t know if i’ve ever read something that better describes how i’ve felt for the last year. the entry starts with ‘most of my life…’

feeling icky so i’m at home today (also yesterday). spending my time trying to find a position to sit/lie in that doesn’t exacerbate things, but i’m telling you -it’s not easy. mostly i’m trying to distract myself with some work-at-home tidbits like little html changes and stuff, or yesterday i played syberia for a few hours but then i eventually got tired of having to run back and forth back and forth so many times so i had to stop. i’d cross stitch some more but i did so much earlier this week (3 nights in a row for like 6 hours at a stretch each) that i started to feel pain in my wrist so i thought i’d better cool it for awhile.

in the mean time, ben has sent me this page of circuits sexin’. woo hoo!

i don’t even have the energy to explain all of the ridiculousness that just went down at work. let’s just say, it’s ridiculous. it’s so ridiculous – i am so FILLED with the ridiculousness of what just happened – that i can’t even think of another adjective besides ‘ridiculous’ or maybe ‘bullshit’ or something like that.

eric’s nephew steven is awesome. he is a good kid. he is very reasonable and adorable and funny and not a spoiled brat. if every kid was like steven or his brother carter, i would not have a problem with kids. he got upset yesterday and cried cause he was tired and frustrated and he wasn’t even loud. it was quiet crying. it was actually sort of endearing. sorry, every other kid that i know, but the bar has been set. and it’s about 3’5″ high.

first off…i don’t like halloween. there. i said it. partly because i don’t like dressing up and mostly because every halloween when i was little i’d get my hopes up and have an awesome costume and them i’d get violently ill that day. sometimes it was the flu, sometimes allergies, sometimes a head cold. i remember one halloween when i had this kick-ass she-ra costume (crown and everything) and when my mom was driving me to another neighborhood to trick-or-treat i threw up all over myself and ruined my beautiful gauzy she-ra skirt. also ruined – my little 6 year old dignity. or however old i was.

that being said, i do have this one idea for a halloween costume that i’ve been kicking around for about 10 years and i thought of another cute/weird/whatever idea yesterday:

  1. Baked Potato – make a big lumpy potato-shaped suit out of brown fabric. make sure to cut holes for your head and extremities. stuff it with batting and let some spill out of the front of the potato suit, which should be slit open lengthwise. paint a square shirt box yellow. stick it to the spilling-out batting for a butter pat. stick curls of green crepe paper on the batting for chives. small black construction paper squares will do fine for black pepper specks. i have decided against sour cream because it seems that anything that could look enough like sour cream would just be too much of a hassle to work with. don’t forget a brown shirt and tights. voilà! baked potato!
  2. Friendly Squid – start with a pink or coral or orange bodysuit. make a pointy, flared hat and cover it with the same color fabric, making sure to attach it to a hood with a hole cut out for your face. make fabric spats and mittens that are flat and leaf-shaped. your feet are the squid’s two longer arms. cover 6 lengths of flexible tubing and attach mittens to one end of each. affix these arms around your shoulders and collarbone. stick suction cups to one side of all 10 arms or draw them on. smile so people know you’re not going to attack and eat them. voilà! friendly squid!

last night i caught most of ‘frontline’ on pbs. the episode was devoted to an impartial examination of the lives of both presidential candidates. sort of like those compare-and-contrast exercises i used to do back in the day. The Choice 2004 presented both candidates pretty fairly and a few things stood out.

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turkey bikini

canadian thanksgiving was AWESOME! cecile had a great spread including some of sgmt’s stuffing (to die for), turkey, bbq chickens, herby mashed potatoes and pie pie pie. it was incredible. later on cecile and josh serenaded us with the canadian national anthem (accompanied by cecile’s cell ringtone). i got to hear the first part of andrew’s set at danny’s, but had to leave because i was literally falling asleep standing up despite the loud music going on around me. altogether, it was a fun (if tiring) night.

…no that’s not what the turkey really looked like.

update: learn ye, o’ the (brief) history of canadian thanksgiving!

Star Wars: Return of the Jedi

friday night we all got together to watch ‘return of the jedi’ at ben’s. it was good but jon was pretty disappointed by the special edition stuff that he had forgotten about (read: tuned out in horror). we were all pretty pissed when we saw that last shot of obi-wan and yoda. you know, the one where anakin appears and you’re all ‘awww, everything’s ok! he’s forgiven! he’s even wearing his jedi clothes.’ except that instead of sebastian shaw, the same dude as you see when luke pulls off vader’s mask (but in better shape), you see…hayden christensen with long hair.

wha?

first of all, sebastian must feel TOTALLY shafted that he was cut out of that scene. secondly…hayden christensen is not an old man. they did not even attempt to make him look like an old man, they just put a wig on him. wtf? i was reading ‘premiere‘ this weekend and they had an article about the 50 most disturbing moments in the history of film. jar jar came in at like #7. this craptastic star wars moment would’ve beat jar jar out, hands down. what is wrong with lucas? can’t he just leave his shit alone? i can understand going back and cleaning up some of the cg and adding in some more creatures and environments…but actually changing characters? WTF??!?!

anyway, post-jedi eric, jon, kate and i hung out at eric & jon’s and watched some late-night comedy central and cartoon network. saturday (and sunday…and a lot of other days this past week, come to think of it), i have been helping jon kill zombies and hunters in ‘resident evil – code: veronica x‘ by being scared and excited and cheering and saying ‘watch out!’ and stuff. also i get to read hints aloud! it is awesome! it’s like being a part of a movie. i watched the ‘enterprise‘ premiere, which ben was kind enough to tape for me…and it was…weird. but good.

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well…it would explain a whole lot, wouldn’t it? jump over to isbushwired.com for the full-on ‘conspiracy’ theory.

new photos are up! just a few this time – the ones that weren’t too badly out of focus or dark. check the photos page my flickr account for pics from Ozzie & Jesse’s wedding, DDR at my birthday party and a few shots from the Mosquitia photo shoot.

this weekend there was a big to-do at ben & sara’s for the screening of ‘the empire strikes back.’ jon and i were giving each other a hard time and jon kept poking me and i sort of played along, like, ‘no nothing happened…i…i fell down the stairs. yes..the stairs…’ anyway, i guess this is what i get for making light of spousal abuse, because yesterday i tripped on the way up eric’s back staircase and gave myself a nice lump on my shin and fell on the playstation i was carrying.

eric got katamari damacy! tonight…i play!

what is this game you might ask? this is a very popular game from (where else?) japan. you play the son of the king of the cosmos and dad has lost all the stars. how did he lose them? too much sake. anyway, you have this little ball that you roll around and stuff sticks to it (bigger stuff can stick as the ball acquires more mass). you gather as much stuff as possible so the king can make new stars. or something like that. anyway, it sounds sort of weird and facile, but it’s supposed to be awesome. there is a 2 player game too where you compete to see who can pick up the most stuff. i can’t wait to try it!

update: katamari damacy is awesome and incredibly fun (and harder than i thought), but rather unfortunately makes me nauseated. all of that weaving around and spinning and junk gives me a serious headache (which is why i can’t play halo or anything like that…well, that and the fact that i suck at fps). plus, the analog sticks on the playstation controller are set just a little too far from the handgrips for my wee hands and i sort of got a hand cramp from reaching over there.