Fragments archives

Fragments from 2008-04-13

  • About to go through James River Bridge Tunnel. This always kind of freaks me out. (At least I’m not driving.) #
  • Somewhere in Norfolk. Not, it seems, particularly close to The Norva. Getting lost on our way to shows is an important part of the ritual… #
  • Got carded on way in to show. This excites me more than it should. #
  • What, no mosh pit? #
  • The drummer is like a very excited twelve year old. Endearing. But kind of odd. Also, the vocalist is now doing something vaguely Dylanesque #
  • (Oh, this is apparently one of the opening bands. Either White Rabbit or The Walkmen. How was I to know?) #
  • It’s not often I’m this close to the front of the stage without its being physically hazardous. #
  • There is considerably more homoerotic behavior among the ostensibly hetero dudes here than I’m used to seeing at shows. Also endearing. #
  • Spoon’s alright. I can totally see having sex to this music. #
  • (or that could be the Cosmos talking.) #
  • OMG some dude in the balcony just took off his shirt, twirled it around like a lasso, then threw it down to the crowd. Snort. #
  • Last song of encore. File "Spoon" under "Music I Will Probably Still Like When I’m Sober." Leaving with 1 T-shirt, 1 CD & 1 release on vinyl #
  • Off to breakfast. (So what it’s almost 1:00 PM?) Last night was as much fun as I’d figured it would be. Wait no. It was more. *blows kisses* #
  • Only running about fifteen minutes late to meet friends (and, consequently, our children, who spent the might over there). Not bad, for us. #
  • LET THIS MESSAGE BE MY ONE-TIME, BLANKET STATEMENT TO ANY OF YOU WHOM I MAY EVER MEET "IRL" I am never on time. Absolutely positively never. #
  • Irritation that Jeff forgot his wallet (I asked if he had it before we left) offset by fact that friends are still waiting for table anyway. #
  • I don’t understand a menu entirely lacking ANY avocado options. Why bother selling FOOD, man? #
  • Teenager is trying, patiently, to teach me her and her friends’ secret handshake. I keep ruining it, by beeping her nose. I am incorrigible. #
  • Husband and I are quoting lines from Kevin Smith movies to each other. Children are rolling their eyes. #

Fragments from 2008-04-12

  • Kids at friend’s house. Have tickets to see Spoon at the Norva. Will now commence with partying like a teenager. Hell yeah. #
  • Just remembered (now that I’m nowhere near a computer) there were comments in mod queue I meant to deal with. If your comment’s stuck, sorry #
  • Random Conversational Fragment: "She’s not a redneck- she’s ENTIRELY red." (Jeff, referring to woman from our hometown. Who readily agrees.) #

Fragments from 2008-04-11

  • Angsty midnight wallowing interrupted by text from friend on Kauai. Haven’t seen since graduation (Kapaa Class of 88); feels like yesterday. #
  • Of course when one hears from old friends, we have to catch up on who died. RIP Keoni Lucas, formerly of Haena. This sucks: http://is.gd/5nI #
  • Wrote all night between three blog posts (only one of which I actually finished) and a long-deferred essay on the uneasy politics of Hawaii. #
  • RIP Keoni Kai Lucas: http://tinyurl.com/623ctc Includes YouTube clip from his supporting role in indy movie, "Pee Stains & Other Disasters." #
  • Besides getting 1 of 3 posts finished (plus several hours on essay), I also failed to reply to dear friend’s (very important) email. I suck. #
  • Going to squeeze in a few hours’ sleep now. My "to do" list (which has hair growing on it by this point) will have to wait… so exhausted. #
  • Finally up after sleeping off writing all-nighter. (2nd such night in a row. Would love to someday keep Normal People Hours…) Coffee time. #

Fragments from 2008-04-10

  • Am emotionally taxed on assorted fronts. Want do-over for entire day. Can’t remember if I took my meds, reluctant to take now in case I did! #
  • Metallic, partly deflated balloon floating beneath faint moonlight alongside the dog & I as we take our last evening walk is a bizarre sight #
  • On my relaying apparently benign anecdote re: last person I slept w/ before we married, J. replies "But you said you DIDN’T sleep with her." #
  • …which leads me to question - quite seriously - Was I in that much denial then, that I actually SAID that? Or is he in so much denial now? #
  • …And on a VERY different note: herewith find my plea to Virginia’s Superdelegates to respect the will of VA’s voters: http://xrl.us/bi7io #
  • Alright darlings, I’ve subjected you to enough of my peculiar mixture of personal and political ranting. Good night and good luck! (*ducks*) #
  • Dog, attempting to climb in my lap (note: he is hardly ‘lapdog’-sized) just dislodged my Control key. There’s a metaphor in there somewhere. #
  • HOLY SHIT Jesse Ventura is on MSNBC spouting off about elections, looking scarier than usual. FYI: I did NOT vote for him when I lived in MN #
  • DAMN YOU TWITTER. Damn you to hell. You’re too full of hilarious people who are only encouraging my own propensities for extreme distraction #
  • Okay, husband coming home in next half hour. Must look busy. And perhaps even GET busy (wait, that sounded wrong) (shutting up now, really). #
  • Amy Ray’s lyrics simultaneously break my heart, turn me on & provoke my honest rage. Want to weep, kiss somebody & overthrow the government. #

Fragments from 2008-04-09

  • Oh no! Twitter Karma is down. Will follow back new tweeps when I figure out who they are. (Provided I remember to do so later. I’m a flake!) #
  • Twitter Karma back up, but acting psychotic. Says I have 255 followers (Twitter says I have 257) & I am following 0 (Twitter says it’s 228)! #
  • If "The Fifth Element" skipped everything prior to the entrance of Chris Tucker’s character, I’d be okay with that. #
  • Extremely offended by the utter and complete lack of ice cream in this house #
  • Teenager is dragging her feet on getting ready for bus BECAUSE I asked her to take in the recycling container. Conveniently ran out of time. #
  • Listening to report on plastic bottles & containers (#3, #6 & #7 varieties) leaching dangerous toxins. Thinking we’re all pretty much fucked #
  • Anyone tried the ‘WordPress Instant Upgrade Plugin’ - http://is.gd/4WO? I’m leery of manual installs & Fantastico isn’t offering WP 2.5 yet. #
  • Annoyed by chronic intrusions of explicitly political material in my consciousness. Though I’m the one responsible for most such intrusions. #
  • "My mouse’s leg fell into the oatmeal" is not a phrase I hear everyday. (Girl playing with mouse TOY on table; dishes hadn’t been cleared.) #
  • Suffering temporary spike in my blood pressure, following an especially difficult exchange with daughter. Teenagers can be such…teenagers! #
  • Hanging out on front porch w/ laptop, dog, & eight year old dragging sticks through dirt to make pretty pictures. Thank the gods for Spring. #

Fragments from 2008-04-08

  • The good news? My recently-dropped-in-the-sink phone is recovered and functioning! The bad news? Thirteen kajillion incoming text messages. #
  • Among the takeaways from episode #2 of Breaking Bad (yes, I tweeted about same last night): Murder, besides being wrong, is labor-intensive. #
  • Also? Breaking Bad is THE best TV writing since Six Feet Under. Storyline’s a nonstop, breathless clusterfuck of "unintended consequences" #
  • Couldn’t sleep for the haiku hammering in my head. (See my other profile, @beanqueen.) Second attempt to go to bed shall commence forthwith. #
  • Multitasking = petting dog with left hand, cat with right. #
  • Botox ad’s chorus line amuses me. "Express yourself." I know MY favorite means of self-expression is to have botulism injected into my face. #
  • 2nd grader had much-detested lunch tray duty, forgot her homework, AND once home, whacked her eye on the sink (ice on it now). My poor girl. #
  • REALLY hoping the kid’s boo-boo doesn’t develop into a black eye. Because that’s never a good thing. (Ice still on it, much to her chagrin.) #
  • What’s up with Typepad sites not having comment & post feeds by default? Though apparently it CAN be set up - http://is.gd/4ND - but, still. #
  • Sweet fancy Moses! (To quote @jagosaurus.) Inordinate number of new followers - the hell? (Will check Twitter Karma l8r & follow some back.) #
  • I am a serial killer of houseplants. #
  • BEGIN TMI/ Husband reports that my jasmine & vanilla body wash tastes "bitter." I guess for his sake I should go back to unscented?/ END TMI #

Fragments from 2008-04-07

  • There’s no path AROUND the ugly & terrifying parts of the story; I have to move THROUGH them. Worse: I have to START with those parts. Shit! #
  • Also, the scene in 2nd episode of Breaking Bad, where the meth dealers confront each other? I’ve done human conflict on AT LEAST that level. #
  • Considering the shit I’ve seen & done, I should be dead. I survived, now I have to write the fucking thing. Sometimes would rather I’d died. #
  • Also, pardon me for having a literary panic attack right here in public. Maybe the first time I’ve live-twittered such an event. I’m insane. #
  • Will try to sleep now, lest my posting disjointed story fragments & twittered panic attacks provokes de-followage/annoyance on a mass scale. #
  • Dropped my cell phone in sink yesterday. Therefore can’t send or receive tweets or texts while away from computer. I’m sure you’re relieved. #

Fragments from 2008-04-05

  • Finally home after ice cream to celebrate first day of teenager’s participation in Model UN - http://is.gd/4fZ - representing Canada. Tired. #
  • Finally looked up "rickrolled" on Urban Dictionary (after @Danyngr’s last tweet), & I still don’t get it. Who’s Rick Astley & why do I care? #
  • I lack the attention span to engage activities that were, in themselves, diversions from OTHER activities I was too distracted to engage (!) #
  • Teenager has until Mon to decide between Center for the Humanities: http://is.gd/4kW & International Baccalaureate Program: http://is.gd/4kX #

Fragments from 2008-04-04

  • Dog is curled up on couch, paws acting out a squirrel-chasing dream. Then from silence, "roo-roo-roo!" & he goes quiet again. Dream-barking. #
  • For every charmed element of my odd life, there has been some corollary element that is inexorably cursed. Can’t have one without the other. #
  • I am not enthused about side effects of husband’s new medication. I trust I need not spell out why. #

Fragments from 2008-04-03

  • Gutting about 90% of my feed subscriptions. Focus, focus. #
  • Oh shit. Just discovered Favotter - http://favotter.matope.com/en/. Double oh shit - it has a feed. And I was going to gut my feeds! *WAILS* #
  • Favoriting your own tweets seems like a form of public masturbation, but if @upright can get away with it, so can I. #
  • Wha? Friendfeed is updating my Facebook status? But I already have twitter doing that. (Reporting from Department of Redundancy Department.) #
  • Jeff’s working from home until we leave for YC’s funeral. This means, necessarily, that he’ll have "Wild Hogs" playing in background all AM. #
  • Running late for funeral. Classy. #
  • Eerie roots moment: Attending funeral of the man who introduced husband’s parents - at the chapel on the campus where my parents first met. #