somehow i feel obliged...
I've been bad about updating again. I intended on updating...but...well things happen and then I'm like, "I don't even want to go near the computer." Like Friday. Come home from
work and Coco had a poop incident again. Not as bad as the last time. But I did not plan on spending my Friday evening cleaning up cat shit---again. I tell ya...Iams cat food is the devil.
Weaning her off of it has been the biggest challenge to date.
I have discovered that if you send a joke to Laffy Taffy, they will print it. I highly doubt there's a selection process. Why? Read this joke off of one of the wrappers: What is black and white and red?
A sunburned zebra.
Yes. I typed that correctly. Red as in red. Am I stupid? Do I not get the joke? Perhaps that's it. But I don't think so. That's like asking, "What's green with eyes?" and saying "Kermit the Frog" and thinking
that's funny. Cause it's not funny. I shouldn't knock the joke because it's probably some 5 year old little girl that submitted it.
My iPod has suddenly grown an affection for Brad. Which is fine. It's making me remember/realize how fucking rad Brad is. I always used to think Three Fish was my favorite side project band. Not that Three Fish sucks or anything...
but what was I thinking? Brad is so fucking rockass. I only wish they'd tour more often. I've seen them four times, so I shouldn't whine. Plus I'm going deaf so it's not like my ears need another concert. Besides
the fact I hate concerts.
Today was the Boston Edison Holiday Home Tour. Laura and her family went and by coincidence ended up in the same tour time slot as us. Her sister brought her baby. He was a total cutie and so good. He was born
in August. Cutie, cutie. The finale this year was Barry Gordy's house. He didn't build it...but he owned it during Motown's heyday. As a matter of fact...Michael Jackson learned how to swim in his pool. And...the house came with
Marvin Gaye's dining room set. I'm not a huge Motown fan (though old Steve Wonder is the shit)...but it was still amazing to tour the house and see the ballroom. It wasn't too hard to imagine these huge Motown names hanging out
for a holiday party at the mansion. It was so cool. Turns out they're renting it out for parties and weddings and stuff...check out their website, yo.
Gen loaned me some Detroit documentries they just got copies of at the library (Wayne State). They weren't amazing, amazing. But...they evoked that usual emotion from me when the city of Detroit is involved: depression. The buidlings
that have been lost...the buildings that may be lost in the future. Yes, there are and were many beautiful buildings downtown...but I fully realized that's not what depressses me (losing the beauty of these buildings). I think back to what
interested me in architecture in the first place...and that's life...life inside of buildings. I didn't have the fortune to see Detroit in its heyday...so the buildings are representative of the great city Detroit once was. Detroit has
come a hell of a long way in the past five years...but it's not anything near what it once was. Not to say that I am ungrateful for what it has become. Because I am [grateful].
Yesterday I went and got my temporary crown. Yay! (!--->???) The only rad part about it is that I got my teeth polished even though I had my teeth cleaned not that long ago (bonus!) AND I am now one step
closer to the "nightmare tooth project" being complete.
Last night I watched The Day After Tomorrow. I was immediately annoyed that Jake Gyllenhaal was playing a high school student. He's my age for Pete's sake. That's just ridiculous. I know it's done all the time. But that annoyed me.
I also had dreams last night about insane storms and riding them out. Thank you very much.
I'm kinda geeked out excited about the fact that Ron Livingston is hosting a WWII special-thingy-do on the History Channel tonight. Probably more excited about it than I should be. I'm a dork like that, though.
Thing I did this weekend that I wanted to do: make sugar cookies with frosting and sprinkles. Thing I didn't do this weekend that I wanted to do: catch up on e-mails.
I'll end this entry with another dream I had (though this happened a couple of days ago). I only wish I were making this up. I had a dream that Stone Gossard was voted coolest rockstar. Yep. A dream.
