tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489572011-07-14T19:50:33.184-05:00synkronisiteezlighting
the trip
fanplasmic<br><br>
synkronisiteez<br>
is a collection<br><br>
of<br>
linguistic merriment<br><br>
good beer<br><br>
drunken mornings<br><br>
frozen falafel<br><br>
yak droppings<br><br>
phonographic nostalgia<br><br>
retarded obsessions<br><br>
faded sheetmusic<br><br>
punchdrunk desire<br><br>
electric caffeination<br><br>
soft bedlinens<br><br>
chunky plants<br><br>
surrealist giggles<br><br>
imaginary aardvarks<br><br>
&phantasmagorical phecundityAnnamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comBlogger4181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1101670786757663072004-11-28T13:36:00.000-06:002004-11-28T13:39:46.756-06:00Your Daily Dose of Surrealism
I was checking the weather today on Weather.com and this map came up, as you see it. Anybody notice anything a bit...funny about it?
Like how I now apparently live in Salt Lake City, San Francisco is now in New Mexico, Albuquerque has migrated to Mississippi and poor Rapid City is now in the middle of Lake Michigan?
This made my day. Thank you, Surrealism Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1100880798243738832004-11-19T10:06:00.000-06:002004-11-19T10:13:18.243-06:00A Brief Pause
I've been experimenting with another journal form, so this now makes three online journals. Wow. I'm just full of journalness.
My birthday was pretty nice. We went to the KU Natural History Museum, a longtime favorite for both of us, and went out to dinner at a Chinese buffet that was sufficiently yummy. All in all, pretty good.
Longer post forthcoming when there's more to Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1100314378333046222004-11-12T20:33:00.000-06:002004-11-12T20:54:14.453-06:00Love, And What We Did Next
It is such a tenuous thing, paradoxically constant and perpetually kinetic. We see patterns in day-to-day mundanities, the way one settles into a chair, the precise curl of fingers around a coffee mug, the involuntary squint against the acrid smoke of the just-lit cigarette, and the heart swells with recognition: These are the patterns that connect us, the small, the Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1100098128353504102004-11-10T08:37:00.000-06:002004-11-10T09:11:51.240-06:00The Last Good Year
One week from today, I will turn 29.
To me, this is kind of a sad and existential-crisis-type occurence. I've become rather attached to my twenties. Being "thirty" and what it implies kind of freaks me out. By thirty, you're supposed to have accomplished something. I can't really see anything to point to with pride and say, "This is mine; I did this. Am I special or whatAnnamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1099881425776205172004-11-07T20:28:00.000-06:002004-11-07T20:37:44.133-06:00How Should I Know Hominy? Count 'Em Yourself
I've been thinking about having Thanksgiving or some kind of harvesty holiday celebration thing at home this year for some of my orphaned friends who don't have anyplace to go, or don't want to do family things with their families of origin. Now I'm not a very talented cook, though I can follow recipes just fine and do have a few dishes that I know Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1099792585514202172004-11-06T19:22:00.000-06:002004-11-08T21:13:12.646-06:00No Peep from the Gallery
Where are all of you people that keep reading this website? I haven't had more than one comment in weeks, and yet some thousand-plus hits have registered. I'm baffled. Hmmmm.
Where is George? I miss my Sultry Dork. Ever since he moved to Michigan and got married, I have not heard anything from him, it seems. We kept up a bit of an email correspondence when I was Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1099661055743846032004-11-05T07:16:00.000-06:002004-11-05T22:48:22.206-06:00Relief, Sweet
That does it. I'm getting my happy ass back on the pill NOW. No more three-and-a-half days of anxious, sleepless waiting. Thank you, uterus. Whew.
And in an almost, but not entirely, unrelated note: Happy Guy Fawkes Day. Go build a bonfire somewhere and celebrate rebellion.Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1099509709699884332004-11-03T13:21:00.000-06:002004-11-03T13:21:49.700-06:00Shock and Awe
Well, fuck. There goes the neighborhood.Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1099375330482848162004-11-01T23:33:00.000-06:002004-11-02T00:04:43.510-06:00Amma Lama
So my first Amma session with AntiChris went pretty amazingly well. He has some skills, he does. We worked on mainly my spleen and lung channels, since those seem to be the most bollixed. Tender points were found in weird, spread-out and unlikely areas: the outside of my left elbow, the top of my right thigh, both sides of the sacrum, back of both knees, etc. I will be setting up aAnnamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1099336033958399402004-11-01T13:39:00.000-06:002004-11-01T13:10:46.666-06:00Noggin Nuggets
Things on my mind. Some pleasant, some not...some pretty TMI.
(1) Sex and the Cycle: My period is due today-ish. I'm already worrying about it. I've been known to be up to five days late, so there's no real telling when it'll be. Usually it's between 27-30 days and today is day 29. This happens nearly every month. I am not using the pill anymore, so we have been relying on Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1099247787471102192004-10-31T13:26:00.000-06:002004-10-31T12:40:29.870-06:00Hello Ween!
Last night Vaughn and I went to AntiChris's and Nancy's Halloween party. It was pretty fun. I ran into an old friend of mine, Dan, whom I hadn't seen in years. We also saw a bunch of my old friends from the co-op days. We were dressed as Bert and Ernie, and even with the pretty obvious costumes we still had to explain to some people who we were. I mean, c'mon, y'all...Sesame Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1098987080594714842004-10-28T13:07:00.000-05:002004-10-28T13:13:16.866-05:00What I Am Is What I Am, Continued
I apologize that this is pretty long, but I got carried away with the hilarity of it all. I did this a couple years back, too; this is the revised edition. I went to a Google search and typed in "Anna is" and here are some results, in case you all are wondering what others are saying about Anna...
Anna is proficient and often moving
Anna is the story of a Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1098846109058518922004-10-26T21:43:00.000-05:002004-10-27T00:11:58.456-05:00What I Am is What I Am
This from Jedi Liz, a grand idea. Hope you like pictures.
1) What gender are you/do you express yourself as?
2) Describe yourself.
3) How would others describe you?
4) How do you feel about yourself?
5) How would you describe your previous partner?
6) How would you describe your current partner?
7) Where are you right now?
8) Where would you rather be?
9) Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1098837824462149162004-10-26T19:29:00.000-05:002004-10-27T17:55:10.513-05:00Four, Four, and Four More
Off of Julie's site. I thought I'd go ahead and fill in my own answers. Just in case y'all wanna know something about me.
Name four bad habits you have:
1. Procrastination/denial of what I need to be doing
2. Smoking
3. Biting my fingernails (I'm recently in the process of stopping...slowly)
4. Taking things too personally
Name four things that you wish you had:
1Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1098766450227108882004-10-25T23:52:00.000-05:002004-10-25T23:54:10.226-05:00I Thought I'd Be Hop On Pop, Personally
Umberto Eco: The Name of the Rose. You are amystery novel dealing with theology, especiallywith catholic vs liberal issues. You searchwisdom and knowledge endlessly, feeling thatlearning is essential in life.
Which literature classic are you? brought to you by Quizilla
This is oddly fitting, since I'm actually reading this book currently. Hmm. Cosmic.Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1098723319750838642004-10-25T11:49:00.000-05:002004-10-25T12:01:25.476-05:00This Is Me Growling
Okay, y'all, time for me to get tough again. According to my site counter, some 650-odd hits since I signed up for it two weeks ago. And no comments. Please comment, let your presence be known, make me feel special. I just want to feel special!! Dammit.
New addiction: Cherry Vanilla Dr Pepper. What gods read my mind and decided to make my fantasy come true?? I used Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1098415084416077192004-10-21T22:02:00.000-05:002004-10-21T22:18:04.416-05:00Ummm
I don't have anything to really update, but I'm still here. Today was kinda a crummy day. I've been having a relapse of the funk, so I went over to the co-op to get some love, and got it. Mmmmm. I saw Greg, James, Nathan, Mishelle, and Jeremiah. We had some good talking and I got snuggling from James and Greg and a couple well-needed laughs with Mishelle. Now I'm just chilling with Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1098211627672781902004-10-19T13:31:00.000-05:002004-10-22T11:12:46.093-05:00More Hunger Nonsense
I seem to be gaining a wee bit of an appetite, but still can't eat. What the bloody hell?! Again, nothing rational sounds good. One of those things where I could (a) live on totally worthless things, like Pepsi and Wheat Thins for days, or (b)crave extremely unattainable things, like the grilled chicken-walnut-cheddar-red pepper sandwich with blackberry-vinaigrette salad Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1098130303982144652004-10-18T15:08:00.000-05:002004-10-18T15:15:21.630-05:00Awwww...I'm Blushing
The Surrealist Compliment Generator has this to say about me:
Legions of Communists worship your robust cannabalism of Capitalists clad in junk mail suits.
The dimples of your breasts do pucker evocatively when you smile.
Oh!, how you inflict me with wounds of paranoia and desire.
Come, let me gnaw your fingernails that I may absorb and lose myself in the wise and grittyAnnamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1097900066346589992004-10-15T23:06:00.000-05:002004-10-18T16:49:00.520-05:00Derailed
Arrrgh! So I'm not going to Washington after all. I was informed that there would be 6 or 7 people going and thought, OK, sounds fun. But when I showed up with my and Vaughn's stuff, Claven informed me that there were about 15 people now. This was in a very small van-bus that ideally seats about 9-10, WITHOUT stuff. WAAAAY too claustrophobic for 20 hours each way. Dave acted kind Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1097725276170057602004-10-13T22:18:00.000-05:002004-10-13T22:42:40.130-05:00Not Anything Really
...to say.
Still planning on going to Washington. I hope it'll work out, because I feel more and more that I want to go and do this. Now Vaughn says he's planning on going with me. I honestly have a bit of mixed feelings about it. I want him to experience it, completely, and I know he believes in the cause as much as me and I think it could be a good bonding experience Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1097638417588131582004-10-12T22:32:00.000-05:002004-10-12T22:34:44.086-05:00Getting Things Off My Stomach
Warning: this is pretty long and revelatory and shockingly frank.
I've been thinking about my weird relationship with food.
Namely, lately I have not been able to eat nor have I really had an interest in it. The thought of actually preparing something, even something as basic and easy as cheese & crackers, and having to physically EAT it, chew it, swallow it, Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1097513648779257302004-10-11T11:41:00.000-05:002004-10-11T11:54:08.780-05:00Sad News, Glad News
The Sad:
I found out from Josh that Christopher Reeve has died. That's seriously a bummer. On the website Josh linked to with the story, a guy was quoted as saying something like "You may be gone from us for now but your red cape will fly again." A bit cheesy, but I have to admit I got a bit choked up. It's not very often I care much about the deaths of celebrities, but IAnnamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1097383201096078412004-10-09T23:27:00.000-05:002004-10-09T23:40:01.096-05:00The Coming of the Bloat
After helping Emily sort clothes, and unhooking Jen's hutch from itself so it could be dismantled, and carting and sorting a variety of boxes, I was rewarded (?) for my efforts by a trip to McDonald's. Bleeah. This reminds me why I don't eat there.
Soundtrack:
"A Little Bit of Soap"--The Jarmels, excellent early 60s doo-wop, catchy as hell
"Mistadobalina"--Del Tha Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1097079263020236852004-10-06T11:03:00.000-05:002004-10-06T11:14:23.020-05:00You Are Getting Political.....Verrrrrry Political
So we watched the VP debate last night, and most of the polls have put Vader and Opie at about even. I personally found this one much more satisfying and entertaining than the 1st presidential one. There was a wider focus on issues, not just a mesmerizing "Saddam....Saddam....Saddam" repetition. I thought that both candidates were Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1096903830868941332004-10-04T10:10:00.000-05:002004-10-04T10:30:30.870-05:00Chills & Pills
Autumn really is here. It's been in the 30s the last few nights and the high today is supposed to be in the low 70s. Yay! And the trees are beginning to turn. The bad thing is--this means winter is on the way. I really don't like the super-frigid cold, the ice. Snow's not bad but it's a bitch to get around in. Sometimes I wish I lived in a more temperate climate.
I will Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1096601859570784042004-09-30T22:35:00.000-05:002004-10-04T10:09:20.363-05:00Political Mirth
One of the highlights of the presidential debate tonight, in my opinion, was when Shrub was trying to take Kerry to task for his changing positions on the issues at hand. Bush said: "You cannot lead, you cannot be a leader, if you send mexed missa...er, mixed messages."
Mexed missages? Irony, thy name is W. I found this too hilarious.Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1095983724037914602004-09-23T18:51:00.000-05:002004-09-23T19:14:23.173-05:00Please to Follow Impeccably Directions
Ladies, Gentlemen, Persons of All Genders, I bring you the Synkronisiteez Commandments:
So cut that out, you.Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1095817868001743322004-09-21T20:37:00.000-05:002004-09-21T20:51:40.810-05:00I'll Service You, Ya Punk
Here are some do's and don'ts for you, the customer, coming through my checkstand.
DO NOT!!!:
--Don't talk on your cell phone all the way through the transaction, not saying one word to me. I am not a machine. I am a person. Fuckin' acknowledge me, yo. Unless your kid just got hit by a car or you're a dispatcher, the phone call can wait five minutes until I am doneAnnamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1095816374561931812004-09-21T20:19:00.001-05:002004-09-21T20:29:48.266-05:00Darkening of the Light
This is a version of what I posted on FUUSE today. It pretty much sums up my emotional world right now....
Yesterday I hung out a lot with Emily and then with Max too after he got off work. We went to the Merc, our local cooperatively owned whole foods store, and I bought some grapeseed oil for massage (grapeseed oil is food stamp-acceptable, since it is technically a Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1095704969595311262004-09-20T13:20:00.000-05:002004-09-20T13:29:29.596-05:00The Revolution Will Not Be Blogged!!
I have discovered FUUSE, a wonderful online community of Unitarian Universalist youth and young adults. Whoopee!
And: ATTENTION LURKERS! Virginia Woolf once said, "I write for myself...and for strangers." I'm writing for myself...AND YOU READERS! I don't have a hit counter on my site, so you could do me a favor and start commenting on these here posts Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1095699721595641842004-09-20T11:54:00.000-05:002004-09-20T12:03:55.803-05:00Better Things, Lame Things
Better:
Looking at Vaughn in the reflection of the computer screen. He is too cutie cute. I just love that man so much. (chorus: awwwww!)
Going to the library today to return my books and get some new ones. I was talking about how even though I learned to read at age 2-1/2 and have a mad collection of books, I'm shamefully underread on the "classics". So I shall load Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1095639791936343482004-09-19T19:10:00.000-05:002004-09-19T19:41:40.646-05:00Ah, The Sweet Smell of Gently Drunken Jack-Shittedness
I am gently drunk and I don't have jack shit to do.
NYAH, NYAH, NYAH NYAAAAH-NYAAAAHHHH!
Vaguely Dearest is at the bar in Olathe (aka Loathe) where his business is holding The Grand Tournament of Champion People Who Don't Have Anything Better With Their Lives to Do Than Play Poker 39 Times A Month, and Friend Max is with him seeing how theAnnamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1095571174440230832004-09-19T01:18:00.000-05:002004-09-19T00:19:34.440-05:00And You Smell Like One Too
Ummm. Yeah, 'nuff said.Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1095337302390807232004-09-16T07:11:00.000-05:002004-09-16T07:27:47.903-05:00 Oily Mawnins
Zzzxxx...I had to get up at 6.40 this morning to haul a long 8-5 at the grocery store. I'm getting more and more fed up with the bullshit of that job. Yesterday I was informed that, while my raise was still in effect as of this week (a pretty decent one too by their standards--1.30/hr), I was no longer going to be in bakery. Apparently the assistant manager hired some kid to do it,Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1095303595646330062004-09-15T21:57:00.000-05:002004-09-15T22:05:02.556-05:00Konundraed
Can anybody else see my picture, or is it just that my personal server is kerfluggled?
Just wondering. Good night and have a pleasant tomorrow? Uh, yeah.
(Editor's note: Never mind. Now I can see my picture. *scratches head* gaaahhh.....)
Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1094866476677297762004-09-10T20:27:00.000-05:002004-09-10T20:35:31.913-05:00Fuzz Therapy
So I'm over at Neo's, and all the gaming group is present except for Binky. We're not really gaming tonight, so we're all just hanging out and watching The Road to Perdition. Neo has the cuuuuuutest kitty in the world. His name is Roland, he's about five months old, black, and such a cuddle slut. He is very vocal as well. He will not leave me alone. He always comes up and jumps on Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1094785452943266292004-09-09T21:46:00.000-05:002004-09-09T22:04:12.943-05:00Belated
My Sweet Intended turned 32 last Thursday. It was a good enough birthday. We went out to dinner at Zen Zero, which some of you may remember or know as the pan-Asian restaurant on Mass. Street. I had the chicken Panang red curry, and Vaughn had the hoisin-ginger stir-fry with mushrooms and baby corn.
I had an "eek" recently. Ladies, you know the "eek". It's the "eek, um, my little Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1093804607353928232004-08-29T13:29:00.000-05:002004-08-29T13:39:48.523-05:00Smoosh
I am in the throes of lethargy again. I'm feeling trapped and stifled at my dead-end job, so I am attempting to go work for Vaughn at the Poker Pub. I'd mainly be setting up equipment (boring, tedious) and helping with any office operations. Anything has to be better than the grocery store. Cleaning bathrooms. Anything. Actually, I kinda don't mind cleaning, so for real.
Things seem to Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1093319003708209832004-08-23T22:34:00.000-05:002004-08-23T22:44:26.553-05:00Crash, Kaboom
We had some really lively weather here tonight. The tornado sirens went off several times, and we have about six inches of rain swirling in the streets up and over the curbs. Lightning almost constantly for about three hours, and heavy sharp thunder.
Now it appears the cell is sloooowly moving east of us, at about 10mph. This is one storm that is not in any hurry. Vaughn was over Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1092460115069889912004-08-13T23:53:00.000-05:002004-08-14T00:08:35.070-05:00Travel Hangover
Gaahh, still wonky from traveling yesterday. I got back from the conference; everything was awesome. Still kinda in a funk from being up from 5.30am to midnight yesterday on four and a half hours' sleep. Can't talk much but will report later when I come down from being all, well, wonky.
Here's something fun that has been running through my head: Moments in High School MusicAnnamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1091846621817301832004-08-06T21:34:00.000-05:002004-08-06T21:43:41.816-05:00Annamatic Takes a Hike
So at the butt-crack of dawn tomorrow, AGAIN, I get to leave town. This time I get to get on a real live aero-plane and get my happy ass down to New Mexico for the annual UU young adult retreat. Fan-tabulastic-a-licious. I have been waiting for this all year. Now if only I could work out the kinks in my back and shoulders before I go. Thoughts relating:
--Being at anAnnamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1091505918311820322004-08-02T22:40:00.000-05:002004-08-02T23:06:46.160-05:00Senioritis
This weekend was my ten-year high school reunion. Some observations:
--While stopping at a rest area along the interstate, there was a sign in the ladies' room alerting the janitors to be sure and check the "granny bucket" and empty it if need be. That is a phrase I have never heard before: granny bucket. It refers to the little can where ladies put their used supplies. Hm, hm.
--Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1090864989560468082004-07-26T12:38:00.000-05:002004-07-26T13:03:09.560-05:00The Way Us Was
Those of you who know the Vaughn Saga (TM) might be pleased to hear about our first date. And if not, you're gonna hear it anyway. It really isn't that way too really impressive, but it does have a few quirks, and like, it's history, man! Like.
I had made Vaughn a mix tape. Those of you who are reading this whom I have dated or know people whom I have dated, what is my Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1090542188327590232004-07-22T19:01:00.000-05:002004-07-23T20:52:23.913-05:00Black-Market Whoopdiddling
So this one time, in college, Kate, Jason and I decided that we were bored. (A beginning both ignominious and foreboding, if you know any of my other stories.) I had the car, Monty, and we all had ascertained that none of us had to do anything until about noon on Thursday, and it was about four in the afternoon on Tuesday. Where could we go?
"We're not taking theAnnamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1090202986087426362004-07-18T21:07:00.000-05:002004-07-26T12:38:11.073-05:00Q: Didja Hear The One...
...about the clairvoyant monk who, after a tragic and debilitating accident, became such a bitter asshole that the gods cursed him with chronic bad breath for the rest of his life?
A: Oh yes, the super fragile callous mystic hexed by halitosis.
Here's another story for you kids. And this is a real, verifiable, "exciting true story" as I used to say to my Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1090125979368876882004-07-17T23:34:00.000-05:002004-07-17T23:59:46.133-05:00You May Ask Yourself...
...why a new template? It's the six month itch. I had a free night after working earlier today, and was all, like "Omigaaaaad! Like, I could make me like a new template!!! Like!" So I did that. I am getting this down. From raw template to tweaked, tiddled, shifted, links added, fonts/colors changed, sidecolumns added, diddly-bobbed all to hell, my new record: Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1089691544137032692004-07-12T22:52:00.000-05:002004-07-12T23:09:46.870-05:00A Wee Bit O'Greggin'
I have alluded in previous posts to my personal and unique vocabulary. One such example, you may recall is the verb: to Greg. Named after my dearest sweet Goat Boy Greg, best platonic male friend, who has this down to not only an art and science but an obsessive way of life.
Greg /greg/ v. 1. To acquire by incredibly complicated, risky, and/or sneaky means, usually Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1089255715567600952004-07-07T21:50:00.000-05:002004-07-07T22:02:57.280-05:00Petites Choses
The parents' visit was quite good. Drove around Larryville, drove by my dad's old fraternity in 1965-7(Delta Upsilon) where he made the "high sign" and shouted his secret frat call, something that sounded like "Tye Oopka Thega" (geez, dad, like it was really an academic fraternity....sheesh), went to KC, ate at some schmancy seafood restaurant, stayed at a pretty nice hotel with Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1087788182101835942004-06-20T22:15:00.000-05:002004-06-20T22:23:02.100-05:00Parental Units
As said earlier, my mom and dad are coming into town for a visit this next weekend. Vaughn and I get to hole up with them in a hotel in Kansas City (separate rooms, of course) and do a little bummin' around KC. I'm actually excited to see them. I was giggling remembering the time I was 21 and hanging out with Jason and Kate and getting nice and herbally stimulated, and my dad Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1087525463651138672004-06-17T21:05:00.000-05:002004-06-17T22:07:15.580-05:00Weekend, Schmeekend
This weekend is the Wakarusa Music Festival here in lovely Lawrence. (Well, just outside of; at Clinton Lake State Park.) Organizers bill this as one of the three or four biggest summer music festivals around. Bonaroo was one of them, last weekend, and two kids died. Weehaw. Yeah, so anyway there are, according to estimates, some 12,000-15,000 people expected to attend Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1087104722103760212004-06-13T00:19:00.000-05:002004-06-20T22:15:28.440-05:00Rarin'
Dang this is going to be a busy summer-type few months....
In two weeks my parents are coming into town for a weekend. Vaughn and I are going to Kansas City and staying a tthe same hotel as them, and will get dinner and company in the package. Woot!
Still no word on my last medical tests; again, we know what it is not, but that doesn't really help all that much.
At the end of July isAnnamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1086915664324155682004-06-10T19:47:00.000-05:002004-06-10T20:08:10.390-05:00Clutch, Reload
I know I haven't written in a bit. Those out there who are actually still reading this...could you drop a comment in the comment section? (That's the bit under the post body that is a link and references bluebirds of friendliness, not bluebirds of loneliness.) Lurkers, come out! Make thyselves known to me. Please. Otherwise I will totally lose heart and become very sad.
I Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1085199391128440902004-05-21T23:03:00.000-05:002004-05-21T23:19:58.960-05:00OK There, Mister Dancypants
Some drunk guy was dancing around the store and knocked over a raft of 24-pack Pepsi cubes. Snrk.
Graduation weekend. Hail to old KU.
I done went me to the dentist. For not having gone in eight-plus years, I made out okay: two cavities, and neither of them especially threatening. I do have to get them filled in a couple months, but I will not die of overcariedAnnamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1084077006459042572004-05-08T23:30:00.000-05:002004-05-09T00:13:06.076-05:00Been a Lonely Long Time
Still no internet. Pfhah.
I am so angry tonight. I personally was the recipient of what I consider absolutely inexcusable behavior on the part of someone who should know better. I won't go into further detail. Suffice it to say that I am most pissed off, hurt, and bewildered by such behavior, I am hanging out at the co-op to get as unbewildered as possible Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1082865048058864942004-04-24T22:50:00.000-05:002004-04-24T22:55:30.076-05:00Titanic Clash
The co-op is having a theme party tonight: "Invent Your Own Superhero". I'm dressed ravishingly as "Clash Gordon": a blue, grey, yellow, and white Hawaiian shirt over a black-and-red striped long sleeved T-shirt; a pink and red polka dotted skirt over a longer green snake-print one; two different shoes and two different socks; one of the remnants of the Ridiculous Green Garment (Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1082424210563097972004-04-19T20:23:00.000-05:002004-04-19T20:30:40.576-05:00Listening to Lists
What's Good:
--Being held by your sweetie: in a totally, uncontrollably, and utterly nauseatingly close and warm manner
--Enough room to move around without feeling claustrophobic
--White chocolate
--Being able to pull your hair back in a ponytail
--Well-fitting undergarments
--Bubble bath
--PlayStation
--Transportation
--Money to buy necessities such as food, medicine, shoesAnnamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1081910303510531662004-04-13T21:38:00.000-05:002004-04-13T23:51:30.310-05:00An Annamatic by Any Other Name...
My God-damned hippie name is Peace Cornucopia.Take The Damned Hippie Name Generator today!Created with Rum and Monkey's Name Generator Generator.
My New nickname is Lieutenant Dorkus A. von Penis.Take The Third Grade Insult Generator today!Created with Rum and Monkey's Name Generator Generator.
My Drag Queen Name is Charlamaine Monroe.Take The Drag Queen Name Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1081905785105742582004-04-13T20:23:00.000-05:002004-04-13T20:27:16.936-05:00Owwie
Today I strained or sprained or tore a muscle in my back. It flippin' HURRRRTS. There I was in the kitchen, and I dropped an item on the floor and bent over to pick it up, and stood back up and RRRIIPPPP. I felt it from below my ribcage in back all the way up to almost my shoulder joint.
It hurts to breathe too deep, and to twist and move my back pretty much any way. Lots of ibuprofenAnnamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1081655954580292132004-04-10T22:59:00.000-05:002004-04-13T20:18:11.700-05:00Here, With Drinks
I've been in a Major-Ass Funkitude. Can you tell? (Can you tell that was sarcasm?) It's really not so bad as it all seems. At least I hope not. I have been diagnosed with clinical depression for the last twelve years of my life and generalized anxiety disorder with acute panic attacks in the last six years, as well as suffering from chronic pain from FMS/MFPS (fibromyalgia Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1081389143563067872004-04-07T20:52:00.000-05:002004-04-07T21:09:56.233-05:00Whelmed
I may have to take a break for a while. Again, nobody seems to care whether I write this blog or not. All I have to say is depressing and dark. Things are feeling out of sorts and I don't know how to fix them. There is no joy.
Where did it go? When was the last time I played, or ran around giddy and happy? When was the last time I felt connected to someone, something, anything? Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1081049060150415952004-04-03T21:24:00.000-06:002004-04-03T21:27:56.750-06:00running on fumes
here in headsleepyland
thin hard angles
daggerbreadth of two inch
distance, you
breathe daggers on
my two inches of cling
two feet two miles
wanting every fiber
in that cold metal
every so often a small
burst of yes yes
small explosion of maybe
hope this time
clutching these years
like a ragged security
blanket saved
quantum fear is moving
in four places at once
quartered by Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1081043228737212482004-04-03T19:47:00.000-06:002004-04-03T19:51:51.700-06:00Exoticus Sinusitis
Yeah, it sucks. My head has been filled with schmaltz for the past five days. Being broke and uninsured, I've been trying to make it better with OTC remedies, tons of vitamin C and zinc lozenges, and sleeping like a hibernating critter.
Mental soundtrack:
"Hotel Yorba"--White Stripes
"Air Traffic Control"--Jets To Brazil
"Retro Cocktail Hour" on KPR Kansas Public Radio (Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1080278064481568062004-03-25T23:14:00.000-06:002004-03-25T23:21:25.340-06:00Woot Woot, Yeeeeeah Yeeeeeah
What Makes You Sexy? by eva71Name/NickNameGenderSexy Body Part IsYour EyesSpecial Talents AreStalking Your PreyCreated with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!
(**Yes, my name's Annamatic and I'm a stalker. Hey, I'm a Scorpio. I prefer to think of it as "persistent".)
Your Superhero Persona by couplandesqueYour NameSuperhero NameThe FerretSuper PowerInvisibilityEnemyThe Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1080275722004248422004-03-25T22:35:00.000-06:002004-03-25T22:38:46.513-06:00Lachrymosity
So twice in the last four days I've had cry-y nights. Big, nasty, can't-hold-it-in bursting hot wallowing cry-y things. A good cry is good for the soul, but a bad cry is just wrenching and draining and ick.
I don't really want to talk about why I was crying. In a watered-down nutshell: Overwhelm, underwhelm, stagnance, despair, doubt.
That stupid friggin low-level gnawing Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1079932215146935012004-03-21T23:10:00.000-06:002004-03-21T23:35:04.936-06:00I Don't Get Paid Enough For This Shit
So at work today I was monitoring the self-checkout, dum dee dum. Rescuing random customers, helping out, dum dee doo. So about 5:30 this guy comes in with an order to the self-checkout line. He was a middle-aged male of Native American ethnicity. Several times he tripped the "assistance" mechanism, by removing his bags before he paid; putting his Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1079841386718684492004-03-20T21:56:00.000-06:002004-03-21T23:02:15.263-06:00Nothing
I haven't gotten any comments for a long-ass time. I know I have not been the most diligent at keeping up with writing here as the move has cost me my regular internet accessibility. But I have written several times since then. I have not received a comment since way before then.
I'm getting fed up again. When I do have something to say, I usually feel that it is important. I may Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1079153515401271812004-03-12T22:51:00.000-06:002004-03-12T23:10:36.670-06:00May I Lick Your Boots, O Goddess of Pain??
Apparently, if I were a Deity, you might find me thusly:
Become a God or Goddess. by zerogirlName:God/Goddess ofPainElement:LightningAnimal Companion:BearWeak againstColdWeapon:FoilCreated with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!
The only thing I'd really say is wee-ishly inaccurate: the foil. All good Pain Goddesses use a riding crop. Or a bottle of absinthe Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1078947418241969182004-03-10T13:36:00.000-06:002004-03-12T23:14:15.216-06:00Baby Steps Toward Nirvana
It's been a long time since I have written, and to my three readers, I apologize. I have been in the midst of upheaval, change, no internet, and adjusting to a minuscule forty-square-foot kitchen. I am writing this from the home of the illustrious Toast and Arrrrrn. The move went all right, and we are still shifting things around and finding homes for everything, &c.Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1076873877274780822004-02-15T13:37:00.000-06:002004-02-15T13:40:29.903-06:00Collapse
This is the first day in 11 days that I haven't had neither jack nor shit to do, and as a result my body is relaxing so vigorously and panicked-like that I have a sore throat and swimmy head. Gaaah.
Vaughn is with the boys watching the KU-Nebraska "Cornholers" game. I'm at the co-op awaiting my time to check out. I still have to move a few boxes and random detritus out of the attic,Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1076309512461648802004-02-09T00:51:00.000-06:002004-02-09T00:56:22.466-06:00Dona Nobis Pacem
One more night after tonight and that's the last of officially living in this house. In the meantime, here is way too much info on me. Send me and Vaughn peace and love for our moving-in (dona nobis pacem).
[Currents]
[Current Clothes] An aggressively pink polka dotted pom hat, a "Colorado High in the Rockies" navy long sleeved tee, rock and roll pajama pants, a blue vest, Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1076220030143751142004-02-08T00:00:00.000-06:002004-02-08T00:02:53.046-06:00Last Few Last Things
I keep running into my last certain things at the co-op before I move. It's kinda sad but kinda neat too because now I get a new experience. And I can always come back and visit. Hell, my social life IS the house, pretty much.
It was beyond cold today. High of 13? Shudder. I missed work because I woke up with a flaring headache, a sore throat, and cloudy-head from Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1075957887439935872004-02-04T23:11:00.000-06:002004-02-05T11:06:59.360-06:00Whine
So the weather here sucks. How 'bout where you live?
I was going to start moving some boxes and stuff today but it was cold and I was feeling a bit less than perky after sustaining an ugly-looking bite that left me nauseated and achey. I'm guessing it's probably a spider bite. I frickin hate spiders. There is no possibility for overstatement in describing the horror and hatred I feel Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1075780269607342722004-02-02T21:51:00.000-06:002004-02-07T23:54:29.310-06:00Trailing Clouds of Glory
Tonight was the last Monday meeting at the co-op for me. Sob, whine. Sigh of relief. I'm out of here next week. It's gonna be weird not living at the house, but most likely I'll be over here all the time anyway, so ehhh, but not having people around all hours of the day or night is going to be different.
Current mental soundtrack:
"Air Traffic Control"--Jets to Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1075522550131536962004-01-30T22:15:00.000-06:002004-02-01T13:04:52.140-06:00My Little Box on the Hillside
I took a couple field trips to my and Vaguely's new apartment today, showing it off proudly to friends. It really is so cute. The bedroom's small, but it'll be okay. All the utilities are on. I have the heat set to 60 and it still is plenty warm. Yay 12-inch thick brick walls!
In case you all were unconvinced up to this point, I am somthing of a rabid Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1075255242011692882004-01-27T20:00:00.000-06:002004-01-27T20:02:50.153-06:00Cheese Con Queso
I've always been kind of both embarrassed and proudly defensive of my history of liking bad music. Now, I don't mean "bad music" as in "mindbendingly clever novelty/comedy songs, parodies, and sketches such as one might find on the amazing Dr Demento Show." No, I mean "bad music" in the sense of being really, really humiliatingly bad by anyone's standards.
I'm talking Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1074651689988501112004-01-20T20:21:00.000-06:002004-01-20T22:06:11.983-06:00What's Brown and Sticky?
(Answer: A stick!)
Doing laundry, nursing my again-upset tummy. Vaguely Dearest is having troubles with Betty, his car, and is therefore not coming down this week. Pooey. But that gives him a little more time to pack and get ready for the first part of the move, which is happening in a little over a week and a half AAAIIIEEEE!!!!
A bevy of housemates and I were Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1074218970719929182004-01-15T20:09:00.000-06:002004-01-15T20:16:51.996-06:00If Only There Were More Like Him Today
Xolo pointed me toward this quiz and though he thinks he's all that for being declared Nicola Tesla, check my shit out:
A fine, amiable and dreamy young man, skilled in horsemanship and archery, you were also from a long line of dribbling madmen. King at 12 and quickly married to your sweetheart, Bavarian Princess Isabeau, you enjoyed many happy months Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1074060865574038552004-01-14T00:14:00.000-06:002004-01-14T00:17:27.826-06:00Twiddling Miscellany
I've been laid up all day with a sicky tummy. I managed to get out and run a couple errands with Tiffany, but after doing that, and making the mistake of getting drive-thru burgers on the way back from our excursion, I just felt like absolute ca-ca. Taking a long hot bath helped marginally, but it's time to just chug some NyQuil and get my arse to bed.
Current mental Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1073954885198410782004-01-12T18:48:00.000-06:002004-01-12T18:49:53.030-06:00Finally.....Success!
They don't call me the 'Karma Wrangler' for nuthin'!
Actually they don't call me that at all, but who cares, because we GOT THE APARTMENT!!!! Hooray and huzzah!! *throws arms up in air, spins around in confetti-blaze* We just need to turn the deposit in, and I will give 30 days notice here and all will be good.
On the work front....starting when school commences I will Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1073792181764614672004-01-10T21:36:00.000-06:002004-01-10T23:18:13.873-06:00Perry Mason at the Grocery
So here's what happened today: There was this female customer who came through the self-checkout while I was monitoring it during the regular cashier's break. She had a big bag of balloons and about $40 worth of groceries. She had apparently bought the balloons at customer service and was trying to pay for the groceries with a card.
The first try was declined. I Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1073616848476751182004-01-08T20:54:00.000-06:002004-01-08T20:55:50.903-06:00Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want
I found this duplex for the location of the Sin Shack, and it's awesome. Vaguely loves it too. Rent is very very reasonable. It's newly remodeled, and only a block from where I currently live. Brick exterior. Rather small inside, but ehh, okay, it has storage in the basement. I want it sooooo bad. Please put your collective karma together and Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1073368210962354132004-01-05T23:50:00.000-06:002004-01-05T23:51:49.623-06:00The Big Chill
Damn, it's cold.
Lemme just say that again.....DAMN, it's mudda-fuggin' COLD ASS BUTT ASS COLD out there. It's currently in the low single digits, with the wind chill in the negative teens. That is BUTT ASS cold. AntiChris and I went out to the library to return some books and get some new ones, and on top of the huge glacial ice sheet these temperatures. Geez.
And can I say?Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1073153069248833472004-01-03T12:04:00.000-06:002004-01-05T10:07:40.200-06:00No Sleep for the Just....Er, Wicked
Even though I've got this pages-of-code-yippee! thing down to a science, and only spent maybe an hour and a half reorganizing my blog template as opposed to the nearly ten-twelve hours it took way back when I first started tweaking with it over a year ago, I still had dreams about code. Restless dreams. I had to program EVERYTHING into HTML. I had to check Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1073105902448513752004-01-02T22:58:00.000-06:002004-01-03T11:56:53.293-06:00I Resolve to Code More HTML...
...because that's what I do anyway, and hey, new year new template and all that phoenix-y metaphorical stuntjazz.
New Year's came in like a relative lamb, very low-key. Vaguely and I went first to Filterless Max's and no one was there yet so we decided to come back later. I call him Filterless because...well... let's face it, the dude is one of my best friends Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1072595109911343342003-12-28T01:05:00.000-06:002004-01-02T22:41:26.780-06:00A Few Notes
Since it's nearing that time, I present to you Annamatic's year-end Soundtrack to 2003.
Uncle Tupelo--"No Depression"
Tori Amos--"Cornflake Girl"
Green Day--"Pulling Teeth"
Split Lip Rayfield--"Never Make It Home"
Ween--"So Many People in the Neighborhood"
Adrian Legg--"Cuckoo Shuffle"
Shelby Lynne--"10 Rocks"
Elvis Costello--"Talking in the Dark"
Pizzicato Five--"Twiggy Twiggy (Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1072502810505962682003-12-26T23:26:00.000-06:002004-01-03T01:19:19.920-06:00Deck Us All with Boston Charlie
A happy Christmas was had. Went to Olathe (a.k.a. Loathe) to see the fiance's family and of course the fiance. Lots of happy times though his family is, as a group, a rather restrained bunch except for his Uncle Steve, who is a red hot conservative and therefore provides much ammunition and fodder for Vaughn, who is a rabid Green. It's so fun to see them get Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1072032142245868372003-12-21T12:42:00.000-06:002003-12-21T12:43:40.826-06:00Quiet Traveller
Fair Solstice, everyone.
In honor of it, I present this from our Robert Frost:
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1071801322008234952003-12-18T20:35:00.000-06:002003-12-19T01:05:38.246-06:00Long Low
It's another depressingly fallow time for me, y'all. I just don't know what to write about. I'm afraid that if I write about how I'm feeling like crap and my financial situation is pretty dire, and all that, people will just roll their eyes. Stop complaining, right? Well.
It has been a period for reflection, and I'm not pleased with what I'm seeing. I have tried to change it, Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1071255951924284072003-12-12T13:05:00.000-06:002003-12-12T16:08:35.796-06:00Dimmer Switch!
I'm starting at the grocery on Sunday, and go in today to fill out all the requisite paperwork. Bleeaargh. Put that in my "loser" pipe and smoke it.
I've decided every house needs dimmer switches. One, "dimmer switch" is barrels of fun to say, and two, how cool dimmer switches! Dimmer switch dimmer switch. It reminds me of the old Calvin and Hobbes strip where the two are Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1071012443335016132003-12-09T17:27:00.000-06:002003-12-09T17:28:26.390-06:00Dreading the Inevitable
Would that I lived in somewhere like, say, Belize for example, where things like winter storm warnings did not exist. And speaking of Belize, where my con-buddy Liz is going on a cruise (lucky so-n-so), that very same Liz mentioned this on her website. It's a hilarious and stereotype he/she account of tandem writing, of which I am inordinately fond.
NONONO!!!! No snow Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1070847036836770652003-12-07T19:30:00.000-06:002003-12-07T19:34:19.076-06:00Paging Dr Freud
Memo to self: Whatever it was that I ingested before my nap today...cut that out. It made me have one of the most bizarre dreams I've had in a whole long time. It involved exploding cars, giant skeletal mansions, and bearded children. To wit:
There was this huge mansion being built at some remote location outside some town. It belonged to this beautiful and wealthy Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1070597449673618602003-12-04T22:10:00.000-06:002003-12-05T22:53:41.546-06:00Way Too Much Damn Information
From Jenben, some largeish quizzly things, with my answers added in:
Age: 28
Where did you grow up: Wichita, KS
WHAT DO YOU CALL:
1. A body of water, smaller than a river, contained within relatively narrow banks? Creek, if it has a name, otherwise stream
2. The thing you push around the grocery store? cart
3. A metal container to carry a meal in? lunchbox
4. TheAnnamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1070511190299249612003-12-03T22:13:00.000-06:002003-12-04T10:50:40.186-06:00Local Boy Makes Good
Well, looky here what I found in The Onion!
It's about time we locals got recognized for our prodigious talents and cultural sophistication. Hoo doggie.
In other random b.s. bulletins, I'm still out a job because the frustratingly miscoordinated in-charges at the grocery can't decide (a) whether to hire me because they (b) may not have enough hours for me at the time whenAnnamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1070325863971512452003-12-01T18:44:00.000-06:002003-12-01T20:29:41.250-06:00Emergency Sleep Time
I seem to have belatedly caught the ick that Vaguely had during the trip to meet my parents. I was starting to feel a little throat scratchiness and general extreme fatigue last night. I woke up today and can barely move. Arrrghhh and bleeeargh. Oh well. At least I don't have to be back at the grocery store just yet. I don't know just when that'll be just yet. I have Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1069870719405027132003-11-26T12:18:00.000-06:002003-11-26T12:19:25.280-06:00Land of Potatoes and Conspiracy
So here I am at the public library in Eagle, Idaho with my dad on one side and Vaguely on the other. My family really loves Vague. I am so relieved and spiked. It's kind of exhausting being here and familyizing---yesterday was, anyway---and the travel is still wearing off. We're going to eat lunch somewhere in Boise here in a bit. Lots still to do, so I'm Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1069643751858772722003-11-23T21:15:00.000-06:002003-11-23T21:20:35.716-06:00Occupational Hazards
For those of you who may not be blessed with living in the Great Wide Kansas City Metro Area and Surrounding Communities that Think They are Part Of Above, I bring you this message:
WHOOOOOO DAAAAAAAAAAAAMN!!!!!!!!! IT'S FRICKIN' BUTTASS COLD!!!!!
High of 29 today with a brisk north wind, down to 16 tonight. High of all the way up to 38 tomorrow, chances of snow flurries Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1069438484037214582003-11-21T12:14:00.000-06:002003-11-21T12:17:03.293-06:00Fives Alives
They call "Five-Alive" juice product, "Deli-Cinq" in Canada and it comes in little portable soda cans premixed! It is so bizarre and precious!
Some five-y type things from Friday Five and my own self.
1. List five things you'd like to accomplish by the end of the year.
Get a job again; find an apartment to move into sometime in January; cut back the self-destructive behavior; Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1069368870520165962003-11-20T16:54:00.000-06:002003-11-20T17:07:03.670-06:00Where's Huey Lewis When Ya Need Him?
Paraphrasing him, I need a new vice. I used to smoke and it was intensely pleasurable but I decided to quit when Vaughn did. I miss it a lot. Since quitting smoking last February, I have had maybe half-to-three-quarters of a pack. Not too bad. But since quitting, I have notices that I have been compensating for my little buzzy nic pleasure by drinking Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648957.post-1069175659521985332003-11-18T11:14:00.000-06:002003-11-18T11:16:55.090-06:00Cornered Poetry
my form in awkward space
dragging elephantbony weights
everything wrong, the architect
crumpled the page and the folds
became mine, the smeared ink
keening runners of grief down cheeks
I was going to write more but it kept sucking and I couldn't get it right but I kind of liked the image above. I mean, it sucks too, but ehhh, whatcha gonna do. I was trying to write about the Annamatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986922244851970001noreply@blogger.com