done~

I know, I know- I haven't updated in 10 days. That's because all I've done in 10 days is work, ride the bus, sleep, ride the bus, work, ride the bus, sleep, ride the bus... you get the idea. I did have a couple of dinners out with the co-workers but they were mostly short and peppered with yawns and various renditions of "ohmigah, I'm sooooo TIRED."

Anyway, I got off at 6:30 last night, went straight to my favorite bar for Sunday Funday, but since my favorite bar is in the Castro and it was Pride Weekend, well, let's just say it wasn't as much Sunday Funday as it was Sunday INSANEday. Jeez Louise. I couldn't handle it. I was in bed by 10:30 and slept for 13 hours (with a small window of awake thanks to a 7am text message... Bruce).

I am about to get up, make a cup of coffee, and topple onto the couch for a bit more um... nothing. But first, I got a t-shirt in the mail the other day. No note, no receipt. It's a size too small (bless you, friend) and says "Irony: it's the opposite of wrinkly." Oh, heeee. So, 'fess up. Who sent it???

the last day

Y'all. It is HOT. (Relatively, with my apologies to the rest of the country.) But when you wear Uggs and a hoodie every day of the year, and don't have central AC (or even a fan)... 82 degrees is HOT.

I went up to the roof today and snapped some photos. Bonus of hot is less fog. Notice I didn't say NO fog. Yes, that is the Pacific Ocean under that marine layer:




Isn't it pretty when it's hot? (click to enlarge)

So, today is my last day off. I got up on my own time and went to the market. Bonus? The bus is free today! Thanks, San Francisco! I walked to the tailor to pick up my jeans. I went up on the roof. I made this mouth-gasmic mushroom-mozzarella-thyme thing and practically stuck my head in the dish to lick up the drippings. I booked my birthday plane ticket. I am about to make peanut-butter chocolate chip cookies for the owner of my yoga studio (birthday) and my general freight foreman (retiring). Then I'm going to go to yoga, close & clean the studio, and get some sleep because I have to be at work tomorrow morning at 6:30am. Blurg. But, before I go, I leave you with a photo of the bridge, because honestly, have you seen our view???




OH. And the! list! I didn't finish it, but I'm comfortable in the amount I did get done:

• book my July plane ticket
• book Danael's plane ticket to come see me, whooop!
• buy Father's Day gift
• send Mother's Day gift *palms head*
• make cookies
  
• get a CA driver's license
• finish 2 books finished one: Stiff- loved it.
  
• get new jeans hemmed
  
• buy a bicycle- no, but did go to 4 stores, so I'm narrowing down.
  
• go to 7 yoga classes made it to 6
  
• **************** (a secret one that I don't want to tell anyone about until I know its outcome)
• figure out what the frack is wrong with my trackpad and fix it, already
  

So, there you have it. I think I did OK. Oh, and Happy Juneteenth.

but I'm still not doing myspace.

OK. I'm all a-twitter. Twitterpated, if you will.

You can follow me here, if you're interested.

Last day off. I have to run out and do some bloodwork before I eat or have coffee, so that kinda needs to happen right now. I'll update on the! list! when I get back.

the! list! update

OK, despite its promise to be beautiful and sunshine-y all weekend, the weather had been totally uncooperative. Currently it's 47 and I can actually see the fog rolling past my window. Gross. It's June, San Francisco!!! Catch up!

So, here's what I've been up to since I wrote the! list!~

Thursday I went to the dentist (loved her, must yelp), yoga, and both grocery stores (market and Trader Joe's), and watched about half the Freaks & Geeks series with Roommie. Friday I went to yoga, got a massage, went to three drugstores (how hard is it to carry everything on my list??), booked 2 plane tickets, worked a shift at the studio, and made dinner for my Roommie (will post that later, because... YUM). Yesterday I finally unpacked my suitcase (realizing I'd been home for 5 days and all), dusted and vacuumed my bedroom, which was quite the undertaking, took my jeans to the tailor, worked the studio again, and then watched Capture of the Green River Killer, starring, sadly, Tom Cavanaugh, and strangely, James Marsters as Ted Bundy. Weird.

So... that may not sound like a lot, but in my first days off for like, a month and a half, I feel very productive. I'm up early this morning to hit yoga and then I might read, since it's Sunday and I can't buy a bicycle or get a new driver's license today. I just found out I have to work Friday, which shaves a day of the! list! Which, if you're keeping tabs, I've accomplished 3 things, and part of a 4th:

• book my July plane ticket
• book Danael's plane ticket to come see me, whooop!
• buy Father's Day gift
• send Mother's Day gift *palms head*
• make Pat cookies (my next show is our General Freight Foreman's last show before retirement)
• get a CA driver's license
• finish 2 books
• get new jeans hemmed
  
• buy a bicycle
• go to 7 4 more yoga classes
• **************** (a secret one that I don't want to tell anyone about until I know its outcome)
• figure out what the frack is wrong with my trackpad and fix it, already

So, Happy Father's Day to Uncle Al, Bruce, and any other fathers that happen to be reading.

beautiful, ain't it??

there's no place like home

OK, so, I flew in yesterday, dropped my bags, and went straight to the movie-house to see Prince Caspian (I liked, but heard it didn't do very well at the box office, which makes me fear the release of Voyage of the Dawn Treader, my favourite of the set), then met the work gang at Annabelle's for nachos. THEN after everyone had thrown back a few, they decided (ibym "they".... "we") to go OUT, and subsequently I didn't get home until 1am. And glory, I have to go to the dentist in an hour.

Great news, though, I am HOME for 10 whole days. That's 10 days of not working, not traveling, getting to eat my own food and sleep in my own bed and watch my own TV and get my own stuff done. And let me tell you, I have a very specific to-do list, so there is sadly not a lot of time for lollygagging. I'm going to post it here and hopefully my lovely friends and fans will prod me to finish it before I go back to work on the 20th. Expect daily progress reports!

• book my July plane ticket
• book Danael's plane ticket to come see me, whooop!
• buy Father's Day gift
• send Mother's Day gift *palms head*
• make Pat cookies (my next show is our General Freight Foreman's last show before retirement)
• get a CA driver's license
• finish 2 books
• get new jeans hemmed
• buy a bicycle
• go to 7 yoga classes
• **************** (a secret one that I don't want to tell anyone about until I know its outcome)
• figure out what the frack is wrong with my trackpad and fix it, already
  

And then, of course, the normal just-got-home stuff like updating my sidebar (done!), laundry, groceries, catching up on TV, etc. Chanelle will be excited to learn I bought a Bay Area food wheel so I can start eating more seasonally/locally. Which means I need to do a little meal planning before I go to the market. Which reminds me, I am starving.

OH! And I totally forgot to tell you guys- after all my celebrity sightings, I got off the airplane in Oakland yesterday and walked right onto a movie set. Like, right onto it-- the people in front of me in the cab line as I'm digging through my bag for my sunglasses were all, "Hey, are you looking for a cab? Because these aren't real; you're on a movie set."

Moron.

almost home, and.... happy.

I just sat down at the "restaurant" at the Long Beach airport and got a drink called "Happy Coffee." Kahlua, Frangelico, Baileys, and coffee, with whipped cream. Happy indeed!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PS> this is the kind of stuff that people "twitter," right? Dish asked me to sign up. I'm not sure anyone other than her would be interested.

blow it up.

I actually really hate it when people just use their blog solely to link to another blog, but really, this was just too fist-bumping awesome to not pass along.

The Journal of Joe The Peacock. Yay.: The Etymology of Human Male Non-Verbal Communications (or, Why Men Fist-Bump)

Thanks, Tom!


In other news, as a second course to my quasi-celebrity sighting at the last show, at this show I saw Bryan Cranston, the dad from Malcolm in the Middle, who I believe has a new show on some cable channel, but is best known to me as the lead character in Drive, one of my favorite X-Files episodes, Mira Furlan, aka Danielle Rousseau, the crazy French lady from Lost, and Katherine Heigl and T.R. Knight. I talked to Mira Furlan, who called me "the wizard behind the curtain." She was very nice and has a lovely accent and had looks about 15 years younger than her Lost character, which I didn't mention.

Home tomorrow, for Narnia and Nachos (TM, Ashley) and the the dentist, bleh, a massage, yay, and 10 whole days off. Suck it, Trebek!!!!

I just have to wonder...

I've been putting off reviewing the Sex & the City movie because I know most everyone has a strong opinion on it one way or the other. It's damn near impossible to make a good film based on a TV show (The X-Files notwithstanding), especially one as near and dear to people's hearts as this one. Carrie Bradshaw has always been one of my favorite television characters- she's funny, quirky, smart, independent, and vulnerable, and Parker plays her with a depth and grace that make it impossible to hate her even when she makes the most horrible of mistakes. Which she does (as we all do). Sadly, I did not find this my love for her to cross over to the film.

***SPOILER ALERT***

OK. *deep breath* This is not a good movie.

That being said, because I loved the series so much, and all the characters, I'm glad I saw it, enjoyed myself, and will probably buy it because I can't stand to have an incomplete collection. BUT. If I had never seen the series, I'm not sure this movie would have done anything for me.

Sticks: The first 30 minutes were really forced. They didn't show me enough evidence that Steve would cheat on Miranda. I still don't buy it. I mean, c'mon, it's Steve. It was too long- take out some of the montages and give me some more plot. Charlotte and Samantha were reduced to caricatures. Samantha's "fat" subplot? Really? Big had zero personality (not Noth's fault, the writers' fault). In fact, all the men had zero personality. And Carrie & Big together at the end? Inconceivable. He jilted her for like, the billionth time, at one of the most public weddings in New York. Really? Now I've given an ex a billionth-and-second chance just as much as the next gal (maybe more) but I just don't think they would have recovered from this. And I still stand firm in my conviction that Carrie, the quintessential single girl, should have ended up single at the end. (Whatever; I am a sucker for a romantic hero who dies in his quest.)

Carrots: This movie is about friendship. I loved that Carrie asked Samantha to be her maid of honor. I loved the stuff between Miranda and Carrie, especially on New Years Eve. Jennifer Hudson rocked my world and thought her scenes with Sarah Jessica Parker were among the very best in the film. Kristin Davis is funny. I loved the clothes- yep, even that bird on Carrie's head. I loved that everything Miranda said to Carrie after their fight was the exact same words Steve said to Miranda after theirs.

But, enough about the movie. What I really came here to ask you is this:

Why do straight men hate this show and gay men love it? I find that to be almost universally so. Is it because you think it's fake? Because it's not. The sex is certainly um... embellished, but for the most part the writing is spot-on. Is it because you think it's real? Because that's the reason I hate Entourage-- it shows me, nay, glorifies the absolute worst side of men and I, for one, am not interested in watching that as entertainment. Does it make you feel disposable? Do you just not understand it?

I'm truly interested. Speak up, men- let me know what you think of Sex and why. Inquiring minds want to know.

Jenny, I got your number

This morning I had a missed call from 918-375-2671. No voice mail, so I googled it and got almost 300 hits, most of them referencing a car warranty extension. I'm on the National Do Not Call Registery so I'm a bit peeved that this jackass still got my number somehow.

I went out last night with the lovely and talented Charlemagne and we had a blast. There was manchego and artichoke flatbread and parmesan tots and sauteed aspirations (really, it was broccoli-- pretentious much, Los Angeles?) and lemon drop martinis and then there was bread pudding with buttermilk ice cream and blackberries and then there were chocolate martinis and then I remembered that I am way too old to drink like that and then attempt to come to work the next morning. But it was still super-duper fun and I can't wait to do it again!!

In other news, this show is shaping up (so to speak) to be a bigger clusterfrack than the last one, and I just beat my head against my desk and wonder what I did to deserve this. Surely I am being punished for something?! And then in other news, I finally have most of my summer schedule so I can start planning things like a visit from Bruce and a birthday frienaissance (is this part duex or trois?) with Krysten, Chanelle, and the darling Dr. Barclay. I think Amy will be joining us this year as well. If all goes according to my master evil plan, Jamie's Lemontastic Birthday will eventually be the biggest destination party of the century!!!! No Scurvy 2008!!!!

Sunday Funday

Y'all, I have been out past 3am twice this week! What do I think I am, 28?

After my unfortunate bout with food poisoning, I got back into the swing of things with yoga, cooking, and TV. What a glorious week!

And a glorious week that ends with a glorious day: this morning I got to have coffee with Brian, and am currently lazily browsing through Entertainment Weekly to a backdrop of NPR- arguably my favorite Sunday morning activity- and after my yoga class I am going to see Sex & the City with my friend Alecia.

And dude, I will be posting about LOST very soon because holy CRAP.