Panicky packing moment No. 50

Preceeded by 49 similarly pathetic moments.

Am now watching Women's Entertainment Sin-gle In The Ci-ty.
Oh, the shame.
Boy: "If you had your wish right now, what would it be?"
Girl: "I would give all the little people... you know not little people, but people who don't have houses who walk alongside the road--"
Boy: "Homeless people"
Girl: "No, I don't want to say that. "
Boy: "..."
Girl: "Like on Thanksgiving and Christmas when you're on your way from Nana's house and you pass them on the road after your feast"
Boy: "..."

Oh.
Oh.
I am mentally numbed. Back to the packing.

I Got Soul, But I'm Not A....Oh. Wait. Soldier? Really?

There's just...
There's just such an obvious explanation for this.

What Classic Movie Are You?
personality tests by similarminds.com
Thanks to After School Snack for the link.

Woman Not Hungry; Eating

I'm eating my feelings this morning in the form of
-surprisingly successful zucchini bread made from the very special farmer's market crop I purchased yesterday
-small candy bars (only filling in large quantities, as we have previously discussed)
-edges of plastic cups
-fingers
-pens

I have pre-travel anxiety. And I got it real bad. We leave on Tuesday. Did I not mention that? Oh, yeah. I'll be in Europe for a month.
But before that...
I took Carly and the Poppa to the airport this morning for a trip to OH (Happy Birthday Mary Lynn! I've got anxiety! And medication! Sorry I won't make it to your party!) and realized how much I hate taking people and being taken there.
Gulp.
I went to the Doctor last week to explain myself. The prescription is for many pills. Thirty, actually. She said if I use them all, she'll be "concerned." I think the key here is for me to NOT be concerned. So at this point, my plan is to take them all just so that somebody else is concerned and not me.

TLC, feat. My Mom

Haha. I've been saving this gem since last week because she thought that I forgot about it!

Mom, with hairspray in hand:
"Crazy [spritz]...
"Sexy [spritz]...
"Cool..." [spritz]
pause
"I have to write that."
"Nooooo! I knew you would! I did that on purpose for your blog!!!!"
"I know."
"So don't write it. Pleeeease. It was a joke."
"I know."

New Music Monday..er...crap....It's Tuesday.

This is my kind of love song...
Thanks to Ash for the tip.

And this is my kind of hate song... (grrrrrrowl...Starbucks!)
Thanks to Ali for the tip.

Mixed Greens: A Rendering

Mixed Greens: A Rendering
Originally uploaded by Sriracha.

Today I lunched with Rin, during which time I had mixed greens in the form of a very disappointing salad. I pushed around the purple leaves. Suspiciously.
Taking a tip from the Amateur Gourmet's mom, I topped it off with some Equal.
Rin smiled into her Caesar and explained that she avoids them now: "I gotta be careful with the mixed greens because they all taste like dirt." And they do. Which is ok, if you like organic. But for me it is the equivalent of eating sand with my clam chowder. Nast.
Shame on me for taking no photos of the actual. Here, a representation.

Senior Moments By My Dad

"It's Mike. Mike...Melmon.. Melvin...Elvi...Melvis...? Hang on, I've got it written down."
Paper shuffling.
"Steve Schwartz."
---------------------------------------------------
"I've got to set up a meeting with Sue McIntrye."
"Yeah she wants to chat with you."
Pauses to write....
"What's Katherine's last name?"
Blink, blink.

Canterbury [Man] Down

I won three-eighty.
After I spent 15.
I had this instinct about a horse named Marco Salt.
It's what happens EVERY time we gamble. I spend the afternoon betting paltry amounts on the underdog or the neglected machine. I lose.
Matt bets huge on several hands of poker and ends up getting "screwed by [fill in the blank]...and why do we even come here? I don't have money to spend on this! I want another piece of camera equipment."
"No, Matt. No."
"But this just...aaaah! I HATE gambling!"

I've Got Observations About So Many Things, But Not About Cars

I'm driving down 70th when my car is schmacked by a piece of branch or someshit launched out of an industrial mower. Aside from the pee running down my leg, this isn't an emergency, so I can't pull over and stop traffic.
I reach my destination and bend down by the side of the car. Those bastards! I've probably got a gaping hole in my....lower bumperish-side-fender thing.
I see that there are many dents. So very many.
And honestly, I don't remember any of them.
Those bastards! That flying tree made at least 40 dents of varying sizes and severity!

Behind the Music: Ugly Homes

The split level home peaked in the 1950s and has continued to quietly prosper ever since.
Yes.
Yes, people. That is what I'm talking about.

As the Home Commission Board Members twirl tiny straws in their Manhattans, the scene unfolds:
"A toast!"
Echoed, "A toast!"
"To James 'Carpenter' Level and Johnny 'Banana' Split, inventors of the Split-Level--"
"It's 'Level-Split,' All Brick Housing."
"To Level Split!"
"No, it's 'Split-Level' Housing Industry Incorporated Limited, Home of Aluminum Siding'"
"Whelp, in either case!"
"Another round!"
"Anyway, let's hear it for these guys, eh? Way to go, boys."
"You sly son of a..."
-----Business Lunch Brawl Ensues---------
Many hours later as Level and Split survey the plans over Gin and Tonics:
"Heck, let's do it. Let's please all of the people all of the time. Half brick, half aluminum siding."
"That's damn classy."
"You're damn classy."
"You're just saying that."
"No, seriously."
-----Back at the Office Two Person Brawl Ensues-----
Ugly ass homes are built around the Continental US. Level and Split leave a legacy of hideous houses, but blow their entire fortune on coke and prostitutes.