Archive for October, 2004

I voted today

Friday, October 29th, 2004

I sure did. Call me an overachiever, but early voting is great. I even got to use one of the electronic voting machines. I decided I liked that better than the ones where you have to completely fill in a bubble. Those always make me feel like I’m back in high school taking the state-mandated tests.

I voted at the Martin Luther King, Jr. Community Center down in Fair Park. It was refreshing. I was one of maybe six white people. It’s good to know Dallas isn’t all WASPy and pretentious. One guy asked me what the long line was for (I wondered why he picked me to ask?) and I told him it was for early voting. He asked, “Voting for what?”

It took me a minute to recover. “For the election on Tuesday…”

The big man in front of me turned around and said, “For president, man, for the president.”

“Ohh, we votin’ for the president?”

You mean there are people who still don’t know there’s a presidential election?

OH

MY

GAWD.

Mousturizer

Thursday, October 28th, 2004

mousturizer: n. a hydrating facial lotion for the beauty-conscious rodent.

via dooce.

Eleviate

Monday, October 25th, 2004

eleviate: 1. n.a drug (opiate) derived from elevator. 2. v. to use the opiate of the same name in order to get “high.” 3. v., unrelated. to transcend one’s present state of mind and body by doing that jumping thing when the elevator slows down.

via Daniel. thankyouverymuch.

Ashlee Simpson BUSTED on Saturday Night Live!

Sunday, October 24th, 2004

I stayed up to watch SNL last night, something I never do. Ashlee Simpson was the musical guest. Now I have to start by saying Ashlee Simpson is a total poser. Her sister, however can sing. Not that she sings anything worth listening to, but she does have a voice. Ashlee sings about as well as the average person, which is not a problem, unless you get a recording contract based solely on your last name.

Back when we had cable, I watched two episodes of her MTV show. One of those episodes was of her in the recording studio, trying to record one song with great amounts of effort. God knows how many times they recorded that song just so they could get a mix of her singing on key that they could put down on their digital tape. We have some friends who were signed with Geffen, Ashlee’s label, last year. Geffen told this amazing band that the label didn’t have time to devote to them since they acquired MCA recently. Our friends got their album back and have gone on to write some profound lyrics and incredible music. Geffen doesn’t have time to waste on bands that have talent when they’re babysitting the no-talent hacks like Ashlee Simpson that the label spends hundreds of thousands of dollars on. It’s just proof that they don’t care about good music, just making a buck. Ashlee will bring in millions, thanks to a largely teenybopper listening audience.

She did her first song, and it was dead obvious that she was lip-synching to a track. I’m sure lots of artists sing to tracks of themselves to help boost the volume, but this was just sad. I had wondered how she was going to pull off concerts with her mediocre voice. I should have known she was going to Milli Vanilli it.

Joshua has just gone to bed when Ashlee was preparing to to do her second song. The music started, as did the track, of her singing the first song again. Someone either forgot to switch CD’s, or got stoned and thought they’d have a good laugh. Ashlee had put the mike up to her mouth, and when the vocals started, she whipped around looking for what had gone wrong, the track kept going and there she stood, mike lowered, looking bewildered, like the emperor when he realizes he doesn’t have on any clothes. She did a little vaudeville dance and just stood there as her band played around her, obviously waiting for the sound guys to start over. The band kept playing and Ashlee skipped off stage.

I’m sure she was embarrassed. But this is show business, and you don’t just walk off stage because things didn’t go the way you plan. You suck it up. You stand there and do your thing. You sing, wrong prerecorded track and all. If you can’t do that, you don’t deserve to be in the business.

Somebody please tell Ashlee that I’m sure she’s a cool girl and all, but to please try something that’s more true to who she is, at least until she gets some voice and showbiz lessons. She can come back when she can pull it off by herself. When she can stand on a stage and belt out her own lyrics with a strong, sure-of-herself voice, then she can come back and put out albums. When that day comes (and i’m sure it will be the day pigs fly over a frozen hell), I promise to buy one of her CD’s.

Pop Starts

Saturday, October 23rd, 2004

pop starts: n. young and WASPily beautiful wanna-be musicians, who don’t write their own lyrics or sing about anything important in life, covered on one side with frosting, and ready for breakfast after a short trip through the toaster.

courtesy of yours truly.

Coniption

Saturday, October 23rd, 2004

coniption: 1. n. proper. a three-man band from southeast Kansas with a terrible web site and and even worse logo (red on black? you guys, come on). 2. n. an attack of ideas about how to trick people into giving away their money.

thank you, kendra, for the typo.

Web-inspired dictionary

Saturday, October 23rd, 2004

I’ve decided to create a new category of posts. You know how there is the redneck dictionary or the Texas dictionary? Things like that? Yeah, that’s right, that’s what I’m talking about. Well, I have noticed the abundance of typos on the world wide web, and some of them are just downright funny. I am compiling a list and will post a “typo,” complete with the word’s new definition. to start:

ariel photographs: n. plural form. pictures taken of the little mermaid, usually in a suggestive pose.

thank you brother, for your typo in our comments section. more to follow.

Spinning Judah

Friday, October 22nd, 2004

Two nights ago, it was just me and my daughter in the house. Joshua was out meeting with some client or something. I gave her a bath, brushed her teeth and her hair. and got her dressed and ready for bed. Judah has this new habit of walking up the side of the day bed after her diaper as been changed. I always reach out and grab her hands and she’s uses this leverage to walk up the bak of the bed, which is really the front, but it’s really the back. Come over, you’ll understand. Anyway, she walked up the bed, up me, and grabbed ahold of me with her legs, wrapping them around my stomach. She giggled. I held her head in my hands, and began spinning around in a circle. She giggled and giggled. I stopped and went the other way. I stopped and went the other way again.

Judah loved it. I set her down on the ground and held her hands and she staggered around like a drunk person. Her little feet kept dancin’, dancin’, dancin’, and she just laughed and tottered around. Til I let her go. That’s when she fell down.

We did this routine again, twice. She finally coughed, sneezed, and then dry heaved. Lesson learned: If you spin Judah around enough, she will most likely throw up.

Pain in the Boob

Thursday, October 21st, 2004

So i woke up at 3:30 this morning with my left boob hurting so bad that i could barely roll over. Damn mastitis. I don’t know where this stuff comes from, but it sure hurts like hell. It feels like someone took a fire-hot poker, shoved it into me where my boob meets my chest wall under my arm, and ran it through my nipple. And then said evil person decides to twist the poker every few minutes. I can’t hardly even lift my arm. I have a fever. I have a lump the width of two of my fingers that whole side of my boob. This is by far the worst case I’ve ever had.

I called in sick to work today and am spending the day in bed, drinking gallons of water, popping vitamin C like candy and trying to do something about the situation. I’ll spare you the gory details. I’ll also spare you what my milk looks like today. Let’s just say it isn’t exactly white. I’ve drunk enough water that I want to throw up if I have to drink anymore. I have to pee every ten minutes. I really don’t want to have to take an antibiotic to get rid of this thing. And I hated missing work this morning. I have a lot to do there.

But I’m getting caught up on being a bum. My loving husband went to Whole Foods for yet more water, vitamin C and garlic and has made me both breakfast and lunch in bed. And it’s kind of fun to be home while Judah is at her peak — she loves mornings, it’s her happiest part of the day. I’ve also been able to catch up on blogs, on blogging (gasp! she blogs!), and had a chance to crack open the Stephen King book I bought at Half Price yesterday.

All in all, despite the excruciating pain, not a bad morning.

damn quizzes

Thursday, October 14th, 2004

I know, I know - my first post in, what? over a month? and this is how I do my re-entry…. I guess you gotta start somewhere. and I’m so not surprised.