Sunday, January 30, 2011

Random duck pic is random.

It has been a rather damp weekend, and I have no pretty photos to post.  So here's one I took last year in Sonoma, I call it AfroDuck.


Does anyone know how the hell a duck can grow a poof of down on its head?

Friday, January 28, 2011

Happy Last Friday of January!

Boy, did I pick an awesome day to read the news.  But I can't avoid the world outside my comfortable and clueless bubble forever.

Also just read a story on MSN about a cat that froze to death in the cargo hold of a plane, and the first thing that came to mind was Benedict Cumberbatch's character, Martin Crieff bemoaning, "I'm going to have to kill the client's cat!" in the "Abu Dhabi" episode of Cabin Pressure.  Poor kitty. 

I've made it through the middle of House of Leaves, and the shit has hit the fan.  Since the beginning, I've been trying very hard not to skip portions that are hard for me to read, like Johnny Truant's word-vomit or most recently, the whole wall sample analysis (my brain hu-rrrrts!), thinking, "This may be important, this may be important, don't skip it, don't skip it or else you'll be clueless in the end...".  I admit to skimming Johnny's footnotes of The Navidson Record though, because like I said before, Johnny has moments where he simply drools word-vomit. 
I've just finished the portion, Escape, or Evacuation, as Johnny states Zampaño initially entitled it.  My heart broke!  I think I may have to break the rule I set for myself about reading scary books in the house.

Oh, and I've tried listening to Poe's Haunted while reading HoL - she's the author's sister and the album was written as a counterpart to the book - but the only track that I like to hear over and over is the first one entitled, "Exploration B".  It's on the creepy side, and what it simply consists of is a phone ringing and then an answering machine recording Poe singing quietly:

I thought you should know
Daddy died today
He closed his eyes and he left here
At 12:03
He sends his love
He wanted you to know
He isn't holding a grudge
And if you are you should let go

(Speaking) Are you there? Pick up. Pick up,
please. Mom? Hello?

Brrrr....Anywhoo, switched to listening to the Foals' Total Life Forever album, which doesn't really match the oppressive and creepy tone of HoL, but it keeps things from being oppressive and creepy.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Park Whore at Heart

It's nice to have lots of sun for a change, and I love seeing Golden Gate Park full of people.

There's a section of the street that's closed off to vehicles on weekends.  While taking pictures and walking in the middle of the street, I almost got run down by a family on a group bike.


The California Academy of Sciences.  I've only been in there once, with Will.  The entrance fee is crazy!expensive but worth it.  For one visit.  Opposite of this is The de Young Museum, one of my favorites in SF. 

I use to come here and see construction going on all the time.  It's nice to finally see all that done, and that people can finally enjoy the square.

A nice end to the weekend. 

Friday, January 14, 2011

In Celebration of the San Francisco Ballet's opening.

There's a peculiar theme going on in SF, primarily in many of the downtown storefronts...

Tory Burch

London Sole



Armani.  Ugh, dude!

Saks Fifth Avenue
The San Francisco Ballet opens this season with Giselle.  I tried to look up tickets, but good seats fly fast. 

Okay, I may not have much experience with window displays (I worked on the sales floor and did restock) but seriously, Saks!  *singing* One of these things is not like the other...

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Reading for 2011: House of Leaves

This is not for you.

Just kidding.  But you do see where I'm going with this, right?  No?  Okay then.

I've just recently bought Mark Z. Danielewski's novel, House of LeavesI'm currently on page 100 exactly, and I'm already in a world of dread, and I refuse to read the book while I'm in my own home because like the big scaredy-pants I am when I'm by myself, I imagine waking up one morning or coming home from work one night and finding a doorway in my bedroom that didn't exist before.  So far, the only time I read that book is to and from work on the bus and on my lunch break.

I was feeling safe up until early last night when I had to close up the building.  It was almost five-thirty, but the sky outside is awfully dark by then.  The lab techs on the second floor had already taken off and were nice enough to lock all the doors before leaving.  I decided to do a follow-up check and found that the dudes had also turned off the narrow hallway's lights.  Because the switch is all the freakin' way at the end of the hallway, I decided to check the door locks of all the classrooms without flipping it on.  And the other lights near the stairs were still on, giving me some illumination as I walked through, twisting each doorknob to see if it was locked.  This didn't take more than a minute, but when I got to the end of the hallway and turned around, everything suddenly looked different, like the hallway seemed a little bit more...stretched out.  The near-dark didn't help things either.  The first thing that came to mind as I stared out was, *Oh shit, it's The Five and a Half Minute Hallway!!!*.
I nearly tripped over my own feet running down that hallway towards the brightly-lit safety of the stair well.

For anyone who hasn't read House of Leaves, I found a couple of vids on Youtube (made by uber-talented people who aren't me) that give you a vague idea of what the novel is about.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Fah-reeeeeezang On a Saturday Pt. Dos

I didn't dare stray outdoors.  A work pal came by and I had nearly strong-armed her inside because of the cold air spilling in.  For lunch earlier, I decided to accompany my arugula and turkey sandwich with beef broth and onions.  It was quick to prepare and yummy to drink.  Tonight, I'm having it again but with a thin slice of cheese on toast.

Knorr beef cubes and some onions make a satisfying broth.

Add a slice of cheesy toast, and presto!  A cheap, yet tasty poor woman's I'm-Not-on-a-Diet-I'm-Portioning-my-Food feast.  *slurp-slurp!!*

Fah-reeeeeezang on a Saturday Pt. Uno

Cold, cold, cold.  The kind of cold that seeps into the tiniest cracks of your home and does battle with your antiquated heater.  I think the heater is still in the fight, but currently chilling in its corner.

I'm not bovvered though.  Yes, I said 'bo-v-v-ered'.  I have two newly aquired throw blankets for the couch and hot beef broth with onions.  Just one thing missing from this cozy Saturday Laze, and he's doing his thang in Iraq.  Love ya' babe, wish you were here.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Because small post is small.

First week without my lil' Spook Detector.  I do miss the snuggles and the fuzzy, agressive nuzzles.  *Sigh*

Monday, January 3, 2011

I will read this tomorrow morning and laugh at myself!!! Wheeeeee!!!!

My first 25 minutes with Jillian Michael's Shred It dvd, and I was feeling thoroughly worn out but not too sore.  Lots-o-squats and light dumb bell presses.  Yeah, feeling energized but not like Jillian kicked my ass or anything.  That was yesterday.

And then today, when I woke up this morning, I found that it hurt to get out of bed.  My thighs were hurtin'.  Like a bitch.  A stupid bitch.  At first, I didn't pay it any mind.  I've done a lot of exercises with the ball, so sore thighs aren't new to me.  In fact, I welcomed the ache, because I've found that it kinda adds a little more spring in my step, especially when climbing up stairs.  I kept telling myself that it wasn't so bad, even as I went about my morning, till I got to work, and found it almost impossible to get up the stairs to the front door of my job.  Like, my thighs were stiff and seriously owwwww....

It hurts to sit.  It hurts to stand.  It hurts to climb up the stairs.  It hurts to climb down.  In short, I think I need friggin' jet boots to get around.

I'm typing this while drinking a yummy glass of sparkling wiiiiiiiiiiiine.  I am slightly buuuuuuuuzz-ed and I am reading out evvvvv-errrrrrrrryyyyyy thang I am tyyyyyyyping.  Gloria Ferrer tastes guuuuuuuuuuud...

My thighs still hurt.  Bad.  Love you, babe!!!!