Archive for September, 2010

I’m Inspired to Kick Ass.

September 23, 2010

Two things have inspired me to be tough today, One is this guy
I’ve been listening to Transformer almost non stop. If my life is ever interesting enough to require a movie about it, and needs a soundtrack that invokes coolness, mystery, and toughness, I’m positive I would want Lou Reed to write it. I want to strut around with a cigarette hanging from my mouth and my lipstick smeared. So tough.

And two is Justina! She is so badass. She’s conquered her fear and went to Roller Derby Tryouts/Practice. I want to be near her just in case some of her coolness could rub off on me. I have fantastic dreams where I’m wearing fishnets, shredding the track, taking bitches down. In my dreams they are chanting (niney niney niney) I’m not cool enough to come up with a derby name in my dreams! But either way I am fucking tough and bitches are scared. This dream is often quelled by one of two things.
1. I can’t skate
2. I am chunky and fantastically out of shape.

Maybe I can figure out a way to realize my dream of taking a victory lap while they play Perfect Day by Lou Reed while I skate by and pose in slo-mo. Eat that bitches.


We can take the long way home…

September 18, 2010

I’ve been using the internet more or less constantly since 1997 (the good old AOL days). Since that time I’ve never been without the internet (in some form or another) for more than a month. It’s been nearly 5 months since I’ve had internet at home. During the black internet-less days, I had to adapt.
* I had to learn how to look up telephone numbers in the phone book
* I’ve had to ask my tom tom where the nearest grocery store is
* I’ve had to physically call my friends on the telephone instead of facebooking them
* I’ve had to rely on the 3 cookbooks we own and misc handwritten recipes
* I’ve had to listen to the same 25 CD’s that were on my Ipod before my hard drive took a nose dive
* I’ve had to knit only patterns that were printed out and stored in my 3 ring knitting binder

It was hard, and just when I got my bearings, and knew which way my north was; when I’d finally learned how to live without it. I got it all back. The only thing I’m missing is a working digital camera. (mine appears to be very very broken)

I have a working laptop
I have high speed internet (that isn’t “borrowed” from the neighbors)
I feel so connected.

I’ll admit that I’ve missed some of you more than others, I have been reading back over the things I missed out on. And to one friend in particular, I am sorry I wasn’t there to help you lick your wounds.