Sunday, July 31, 2005

Oye Gevalt

I'm not jewish but I've always found yiddish to be a very expressive language and oye gevalt pretty much sums up how I feel at the moment. I'm too exhausted to go into the all the details. But, the last four days have been pretty exhausting.

1) I was so wiped out in the middle of the week I took a three day weekend off and even skipped SNB.
2) Friday I had a very nice sushi lunch and proceeded to drop a butt load of money on a tv, vaccuum and tv storage unit from ikea
3) I fought the Swedes and the Swedes won. In fact, the Swedes via Ikea wooped my ass at least three times and may not be finished yet.
4) Saturday was go, go, go as the Swedes got a few more licks in, my apartment manger - sweet as she is - was very inconsiderate, and I had to spend more money at Targhetto and Big Lots
5) I learned that just because your roommate is moving out and your staying put does not mean the whole situation will be stress free.
6) Wine is good.
7) You can fall in love with a vacuum, if it's a Dyson
8) Having your own trash can is strangely cool

Let me know what you might want me to talk more about. I'm too tired to think.

v.carrie

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Raise a glass of Romulan Ale

Farewell, Scotty - Yahoo! News

It's a sad day as James Doohan, better known as Scotty, died. I've been a star trek fan for what seems like all my life. Scotty was a particular favorite of mine with his: i'm giving her all she's got, captain. Done in scottish brogue. And of course one of my favorite movie lines of all time is from Star Trek IV (the one with the whales) when Scotty faced with an old fashion computer picks up the mouse and cheerfully says, "hello computer"

Whether Homer sitting on a hill reciting the Illiad or the television sitting in the family room beaming a show, it's a common story, myth that binds us together.. You can be standing at a check out line at a grocery store. Poor clerk is having a computer problems and just say "hello computer" Both of you laugh knowingly, and suddenly two strangers know a little something about each other. Storiese= from film, television, book, theater, or our personal lives give us all a common connection. Just ask all the freaks at the Star Trek Convention.

So at some point today, raise a glass of romulan ale (or wine, beer, coffee. the alian booze can be hard to come by) and give a cheers to James Doohan. Thank you for being a part of something that brought so many people together. May we all be so lucky.

v.carrie

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

sorry been away so long ... again

Sorry I've been away for so long ... again. I blame that place of which I cannot and therefore do not speak unless it is in the most general manner in which any such place it could be. (I think I just channeled yoda there. but without all the wisdom and kickass jedi powers)

However -- and notice how the word however always proceeds something that gets you into trouble -- however, this is too weird and funny not to mention. I just got an email from a person with the subject line ahem.

"If you are missing a black bra from last night. It is hanging by a pipe above the ladies bathroom.  Please come and collect it.  It's a bit unprofessional hanging there....

I won't ask anymore questions."

Oh, but I will ask a couple of questions. You know I will. I am a sagitarious

1) Why would you leave your black bra hanging in a public bathroom? Mind you I understand why you might need to remove a bra in a public bathroom. I myself have been in that situation. In fact I wrote about it. And if you really want to know the details you can just dig through the archives because putting that story up on the web once was foolish. Twice I'm just dumb.

But, sometimes life and memory throw you a curveball and it becomes necesssary to remove your bra in public facilities. Situations other than wet t-shirt contests, MTV spring break, and alcohol induced situations. But, to leave your bra IN such a place. That's just weird And not to mention rather disrespectful to the bra. No matter what state is in now, one should always show respect to a bra that has lent you support.

2) Why am I worried it's my bra? Now I'm positive that I did not remove my bra at work in the last few months. Yet, I still have this sneaking suspicion the bra is mine. But, I know it's not. Maybe it's that whole Catholic guilt thing that makes you think, ultimately, you're responsible for everything, inclulding the wayward bra abandoned in a public facility that someone needed to email a place that cannot be named about.

I just re-read that sentence. I share your headache.

cheers,
v.carrie