Friday, December 30, 2005

Back from Hungary

I will upload pictures and talk about it later. We had a really nice time. Jen called us on the 28th with the news that on Christmas day the boiler in the kitchen decided it would be a good idea to spew water everywhere- all over the microwave, all over the stove and oven, all over the floor where it dripped down to the flat below us. Luckily she was here and was able to get a plumber to come out and turn the water off. Bad news is that boiler is what controls our heating. Good news is the boiler that does the hot water for taking baths and showers still works. We were supposed to arrive in London this morning at around 10:00 AM but it snowed last night in Budapest, and the flight was rather delayed. We sat on the plane for over four hours waiting for the runway to be okay so that we could leave. When we walked into the flat I was ready to go back to Budapest because it was warmer there. "I can see my breath!" "Thomas, stop whinging." We discovered that S had left his window open so now that that is closed and we have some space heaters set up, it isn't too bad in here. We were going to have a few friends over tonight for some food and drink and Mathieu brought something nice back from Paris but he needs the stove to cook it. At first we thought we would go over to his place tonight but with S and I getting in late today and feeling a bit knackered, we are going to go over to his place tomorrow night. The plan for New Years was to go to our local and then go watch the fireworks over by The London Eye, but the tube workers are striking tomorrow so I'm not sure if that is still on the itinerary. So instead of the local we will be going to Mathieu’s for red wine, champagne and some mystery French food that he has brought back for us. Tonight we are going to have red wine and champagne and maybe have a game of drunken Monopoly. Handyman plumber electrician person is coming by on Tuesday to look at the boiler. Hopefully we will get our central heating and our stove back then. . . With our evil estate agents, I'm not counting on it.

Saturday, December 24, 2005

Happy Christmas!

We're off today to Budapest where the current conditions are sleet and freezing rain and it is 30/-1. Something I did not know before we planed this trip is that Budapest is actually two cities - Buda and Pest separated by the Danube river. Have a wonderful weekend all and I will be back in a week if I don't freeze to death.

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Unique Gift

Are you stuck on getting a Christmas Gift for that one special person that has everything? Look no further! On eBay, if you hurry, hurry, hurry because a item this special just CAN'T last you can get for that very special person their very own FULL SIZE STUFFED ANTIQUE AUTHENTIC HORSE TAXIDERMY. With an opening bid of $800.00 this is a steal! FULL SIZE STUFFED ANTIQUE AUTHENTIC HORSE TAXIDERMY This is a full-sized, authentic stuffed horse. Real animal hair, hooves, mane, tail. Stuffed in a very unusual position. Measures approximately 60" x 36" x 75" Free standing, doesn't need pedestal. Old style taxidermy, not done anymore. Highly unusual prop for stage or theatre, wonderful gift for horse-lover, conversation piece for living room, unique and rare. Chestnut color, black mane and tail. Front right leg is missing, approximately 3". Some tears in skin - approximately 5-10, no longer than 1". Two tears in back, approx. 8". More pictures on request. Contact seller for shipping fees.

Bah, Humbug!

I’ve been feeling rather unChristmasy. I think it is because I am out of my usual pattern for this time of year. Work in the Search biz winds down a couple of weeks before Christmas because there is very little work to do and lots of bad things to eat floating around the office. This is also why I haven’t gotten a job yet because no one can be bothered to really think about hiring someone until after the New Year. I’m not too worried. I have a few things in the works and I even pulled myself out of the ring for something that I knew that I would hate. Something will hit soon. Not going home feels odd. Will be calling, but my Mom could have used me there this year since my younger siblings are useless twats. Another reason I feel unChristmasy is I am too broke to buy presents. I LOVE buying Christmas gifts but this year everyone has a rain check since I am down at the bottom of the financial barrel. Exchange rate made very short order of my cashed out 401K. Not that I am destitute. I just feel unChristmasy due to my lack of gift buying. Is silly I know. After all I have a dried out firetrap of death in the living room. What doesn’t say Christmas more than that? Hoping that I get more of the Christmas spirit when S and I get away this weekend. We’re both looking forward to escaping to the snow in Budapest. Will sort of be our honeymoon since we didn't get away together right after the wedding. I've been reading the books we have, but we haven't planned anything. Will be fun to just show up and do whatever we feel like with no itinerary. It will be good. After all, nothing says Christmas like goulash!

Previously Banned Items Now Allowed on Planes

Certain items that used to be banned on airplanes -- including small tools, scissors and pocketknives -- will now be permitted on board. I suppose they realized that while it would be possible for a hijacking terrorist to eventually nail clip someone to death, that it would be rather impractical.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Dead Tree

"Is our tree dead?" S was looking at our Christmas tree with concern. "Yeah." "When did that happen?" "A few days ago." "Oh." The guy that we bought it from had told us that we didn't even need to put the tree in water claiming that "This tree will last till February". Having a basic knowledge of science and osmosis, I didn't believe him, so we bought a tree stand and added water. He also told us if at any point that we weren't happy with our tree that we could bring it back. I wish I could be bothered to do that just to hear what he would say. I think the trees untimely demise is due to it being in the front window right next to the heater and the heat in our flat is constantly being cranked on high. It didn't stand a chance. "Should we get rid of it?" S didn't seem to believe that the tree had turned crispy when he wasn't looking. "Nah." "Fake tree next year?" "We should go really fake and get a jet black or a fuchsia or a purple one." "Come here." "Why? "You need to be slapped."

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Get A Bloomin' Move On

Back in June, I bought a one sheet of the first Italian Job for S and we dropped it off at a local place to get framed a few weeks ago. We picked it up yesterday and started negotiating the traffic on Balham High Street to take it home. As we passed the Hildreth Street Market, one of the vegetable men saw it and started to sing the Quincy Jones theme song, Get A Bloomin' Move On (The Self-Preservation Society). Not many people would have made that joke in the US. Later we were in Leicester Square getting tickets for King Kong (which is really great minus one scene that pushes the bounds of suspension of disbelief) and there were hundreds of people wearing Santa costumes. Right now there are a number of carnival rides set up in the square so just imagine everyone on the ride wearing full Santa gear. It was deliciously surreal. I was cursing not bringing my camera with me. It's been really cold and I am not quite sure how I am going to survive February without earmuffs.

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Phil Spector

Apperently Phil Spector is extending the concept of "wall of sound" into hair care products.

I love John McCain

Oh how I wish those rumors swirling about who Kerry was going to pick as his running mate had come to fruition. There is no way McCain could have done it though. Republicans may hate each other (as McCain hates Bush) but they stick together like a sick abusive family. I love that he is sticking it to Bush and because he is playing by the rules Bush can't do much more than suck his thumb and whimper, "Daddy, I thought this would be more fun. . ." There is the torture bill that he sponsored that Bush finally had to stop fighting and then yesterday McCain sponsored a bill to tighten lobbying rules. I love, love, LOVE it. I would prefer that he would be honest and say out loud what he thinks about the President. I mean everyone knows but your average person in the US doesn't. It is obvious that he is making a 2008 Prez bid. And I think the man is a nut. I don't agree with him on so many issues however I do respect him and I am happy to take Bush getting a comeuppance anyway I can get it. Wouldn't it be fantastic if he had a complete flashback meltdown and said in public exactly what he thinks?

Friday, December 16, 2005

Hello Big Brother

Bush Lets U.S. Spy on Callers Without Courts Why am I surprised? And don't you love that he had to be dragged kicking and screaming into backing McCain's call for a law banning cruel, inhumane and degrading treatment of prisoners in American custody? And what about the article by Doug Thompson on Capitolhillblue.com that last month Bush in response to GOP leaders concern that the push for certain provisons in the Patriot Act would alienate some conservatives, said "“I don’t give a goddamn, I’m the President and the Commander-in-Chief. Do it my way.” “Mr. President,” one aide in the meeting said. “There is a valid case that the provisions in this law undermine the Constitution.” “Stop throwing the Constitution in my face,” Bush screamed back. “It’s just a goddamned piece of paper!” Thompson writes "I’ve talked to three people present for the meeting that day and they all confirm that the President of the United States called the Constitution “a goddamned piece of paper.” I wish I had a time machine and I could bring Mark Twain to 2005. I think he would cry. From Twain's The Chronicle of Young Satan written in 1901 (The character speaking is Satan) "There has never been a just one, never an honorable one -- on the part of the instigator of the war. I can see a million years ahead, and this rule will never change in so many as half a dozen instances. The loud little handful -- as usual -- will shout for the war. The pulpit will -- warily and cautiously -- object -- at first; the great, big, dull bulk of the nation will rub its sleepy eyes and try to make out why there should be a war, and will say, earnestly and indignantly, "It is unjust and dishonorable, and there is no necessity for it." Then the handful will shout louder. A few fair men on the other side will argue and reason against the war with speech and pen, and at first will have a hearing and be applauded; but it will not last long; those others will outshout them, and presently the anti-war audiences will thin out and lose popularity. Before long you will see this curious thing: the speakers stoned from the platform, and free speech strangled by hordes of furious men who in their secret hearts are still at one with those stoned speakers -- as earlier -- but do not dare to say so. And now the whole nation -- pulpit and all -- will take up the war-cry, and shout itself hoarse, and mob any honest man who ventures to open his mouth; and presently such mouths will cease to open. Next the statesmen will invent cheap lies, putting the blame upon the nation that is attacked, and every man will be glad of those conscience-soothing falsities, and will diligently study them, and refuse to examine any refutations of them; and thus he will by and by convince himself that the war is just, and will thank God for the better sleep he enjoys after this process of grotesque self-deception.

Happy Birthday Jane

FromGarrison Keillor's The Writer's Almanac: It's the birthday of Jane Austen, born in Steventon, Hampshire, England (1775). She is the only novelist who published before Charles Dickens whose books still sell thousands of copies every year. All of her novels have been made into movies at least once in the last ten years. She is best known for her novels about women yearning to get married, including Sense and Sensibility (1811) and Pride and Prejudice (1813). But she never got married herself. She didn't seem to mind the single life. In her letters, she often wrote about the many women she knew suffering from and often dying from childbirth. Of her niece, who had just gotten pregnant for the second time, she wrote, "Poor animal, she will be worn out before she's thirty." In another letter, she wrote, "Mrs. Hall of Sherbourn was brought to bed yesterday of a dead child, some weeks before she expected, owing to a fright—I suppose she happened unawares to look at her husband." She spent most of her life relatively poor and dependent on her older brothers. She decided to try publishing fiction in order to get herself some money. She wrote on a table in the family drawing room. Austen's first published novel was Sense and Sensibility (1811), the story of the Dashwood sisters, the sensible and proper Elinor Dashwood and her more romantic younger sister Marianne, who are kicked out of their house with their mother when their father dies, and have to struggle to find marriageable husbands. Austen's first two books, Sense and Sensibility (1811) and Pride and Prejudice (1813) were great successes in her lifetime, but after that her readers grew less enthusiastic. Neither Mansfield Park (1814) nor Emma (1816), were as popular. It was only after her death that she became one of the most popular novelists from the 19th century. After the First World War, Jane Austin novels were prescribed to shell-shocked English soldiers for therapy, because the psychologists found that Austen helped them recover their sense of the world they'd known before the war.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

FROG BOY IN YEMEN

As I know many bloggers do, I get a giggle out of some of the things people do a search on and somehow stumble upon my ramblings because the algo pulled me up. All time favorite search phrase: FROG BOY IN YEMEN. WTF!! Frog Boy in Yemen??? What in Jesus, Mary and Joseph’s name were they looking for?

Sue This Jew

Watchdog Criticizes Kazakhstan Over Ali G Kazakhstan needs to chill out and leave Borat alone, an international media watchdog group says. Reporters Without Borders is criticizing Kazakhstan for going too far in its war over the words of British comedian Sacha Baron Cohen, best known in the U.S. as the title character of the satirical "Da Ali G Show." The leaders of the Central Asian ex-Soviet nation, fuming over Cohen's brutally satirical portrayal of an ignorant Kazakh journalist, pulled the plug this week on his Web-site use of a Kazakh Internet domain name. That move led the Paris-based Reporters Without Borders to issue a statement Wednesday saying that the government's decision to block Cohen from a ".kz" domain name is censorship. The group also expressed concern about "the politicization of the administration of domain names." Cohen's Borat Sagdiyev has upset the Kazakhstan government with comedic statements suggesting that Kazakhs make wine out of fermented horse urine, shoot dogs for fun and consider incest and rape popular hobbies. Cohen's show, which is broadcast only in English on American and British television, is virtually unknown to most Kazakhs. Kazakhstan's embassies in Washington and elsewhere have lodged protests through media interviews and letters. But Cohen's appearance as Sagdiyev last month on the MTV Europe Music Awards — during which he made fun of President Nursultan Nazarbayev — prompted the Foreign Ministry to threaten legal action. "We do not rule out that Mr. Cohen is serving someone's political order designed to present Kazakhstan and its people in a derogatory way," Ministry spokesman Yerzhan Ashykbayev said. In a statement posted on the now-blocked Borat Web site, Cohen, who is Jewish, said: "I like to state, I have no connection with Mr. Cohen and fully support my government's position to sue this Jew." "Since the 2003 ... reforms Kazakhstan is as civilized as any other country in the world," he said in his video address using the blue Kazakh national flag as a backdrop. "Women can now travel on inside of bus, homosexuals no longer have to wear blue hat and age of consent has been raised to eight years old." Copyright © 2005 The Associated Press. All rights reserved.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Can I Call It?

Things look good for mine and Lala's boyfriend. So happy that Good Night and Good Luck is getting so much attention and that it is doing well. Way back in August I I called that it looked good. I am putting money now on David Strathairn for the Oscar. If you don't know his work get thee to the video store. Some of my favorites: Eight Men Out Sneakers Passion Fish Limbo Blue Car I could go on, especially since he is one of Sayles favorite actors but I am boring you already aren't I? Syriana hasn't opened here yet and I am going nuts. Saw the preview in LA and everyone cheered at the end of it. I know this is a major film area and I know living in Los Angeles I was spoiled, but dammit. I want to see a film and I can't unless I get on a plane. Blah. I know it will get here eventually. My respect for Clooney went beyond the "You cute" phase when I read his Playboy interview (yes women do like the articles) after Three Kings came out. The director, David O Russell created shall we say, a rather acrimonious working environment. One day he was screaming at an extra and Clooney went up to him and said "You can't talk to people like that." They started arguing and had to be pulled away from each other by people on the set or they would have hit each other. When asked if he would ever work with Russell again, Clooney said, "Life is too short." He also never renegotiated his contract on ER to make more money when he became a star. And the man has a pet pig. You got to love a man that has a pet pig.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

What kind of world. . .

"What kind of a world do we live in when Arnold Schwarzenegger gets to decide who lives and who dies?" - My friend Dan

Hell of a thing. . .

Bill Munny: Hell of a thing, killin' a man. Take away all he's got and all he's ever gonna have. The Schofield Kid: Yeah, well, I guess he had it comin'. Bill Munny: We all got it comin'. -From the film Unforgiven I don't know if Stanley Williams was guilty of the crimes that he was convicted of. I don't know if his redemption was genuine. I don't know enough facts about the case or his life to discuss that intelligently. I have been very lucky that those I love and myself have never been the victim of a violent crime. I know that I would want to kill someone who hurt someone that I care about. I would want to kill, but I would not. I also would not support their being put to death. I do not support the death penalty for a number of reasons. Most of the people on death row are poor and could not afford adequate council. It is fundamentally racist. According to the ACLU, "Over 80% of capital cases involve white victims, even though nationally, only 50% of murder victims are white." Death penalty cases vary wildly from state to state. If you are brown, poor and live in Texas, odds are high that you will fry. The main reason, the ace that cannot be argued with is the possibility that the convicted is in fact innocent. In the wake of scientific advances there have been a number of wrongly convicted people released from prison after years, half of their life gone for a crime they did not commit. Since the founding of The Innocence Project in 1992, 164 innocent people, including 14 who were at one time sentenced to death, have won their freedom through their assistance. In 2002 U.S. District Judge Jed S. Rakoff declared that the federal death penalty is unconstitutional because it creates "an undue risk of executing innocent people. . .it is fully foreseeable that in enforcing the death penalty a meaningful number of people will be executed who otherwise would eventually be able to prove their innocence." His decision was of course overturned. For those of you who support the death penalty, for those that say, I would want to kill, I would want them to pay, I would want retribution. I ask you to consider for a moment that you or someone you love are mistakenly arrested, wrongly convicted, live for years in a cell, are perhaps put to death. It could happen. If you don't think it could, you are naive. I leave you with the countries that use capital punishment and those who do not. This data was gleaned from Amnesty International. Consider please the company the United States of America is keeping. 1. Abolitionist for all crimes- Countries whose laws do not provide for the death penalty for any crime. ANDORRA, ANGOLA, ARMENIA, AUSTRALIA, AUSTRIA, AZERBAIJAN, BELGIUM, BHUTAN, BOSNIA-HERZEGOVINA, BULGARIA, CAMBODIA, CANADA, CAPE VERDE, COLOMBIA, COSTA RICA, COTE D'IVOIRE, CROATIA, CYPRUS, CZECH REPUBLIC, DENMARK, DJIBOUTI, DOMINICAN REPUBLIC,ECUADOR, ESTONIA, FINLAND, FRANCE, GEORGIA, GERMANY,GREECE, GUINEA-BISSAU, HAITI, HONDURAS, HUNGARY, ICELAND, IRELAND, ITALY, KIRIBATI, LIBERIA, LIECHTENSTEIN, LITHUANIA, LUXEMBOURG, MACEDONIA (former Yugoslav Republic), MALTA, MARSHALL ISLANDS, MAURITIUS, MEXICO, MICRONESIA (Federated States), MOLDOVA, MONACO, MOZAMBIQUE, NAMIBIA, NEPAL, NETHERLANDS, NEW ZEALAND, NICARAGUA, NIUE, NORWAY, PALAU, PANAMA, PARAGUAY, POLAND, PORTUGAL, ROMANIA, SAMOA, SAN MARINO, SAO TOME AND PRINCIPE, SENEGAL, SERBIA AND MONTENEGRO, SEYCHELLES, SLOVAK REPUBLIC, SLOVENIA, SOLOMON ISLANDS, SOUTH AFRICA, SPAIN, SWEDEN, SWITZERLAND, TIMOR-LESTE, TURKEY, TURKMENISTAN, TUVALU, UKRAINE, UNITED KINGDOM, URUGUAY, VANUATU, VATICAN CITY STATE, VENEZUELA 2. Abolitionist for ordinary crimes only - Countries whose laws provide for the death penalty only for exceptional crimes such as crimes under military law or crimes committed in exceptional circumstances. ALBANIA, ARGENTINA, BOLIVIA, BRAZIL, CHILE, COOK ISLANDS, EL SALVADOR, FIJI, ISRAEL, LATVIA, PERU 3. Abolitionist in practice - Countries which retain the death penalty for ordinary crimes such as murder but can be considered abolitionist in practice in that they have not executed anyone during the past 10 years and are believed to have a policy or established practice of not carrying out executions. The list also includes countries which have made an international commitment not to use the death penalty. ALGERIA, BAHRAIN, BENIN, BRUNEI DARUSSALAM, BURKINA FASO, CENTRAL AFRICAN REPUBLIC, CONGO (Republic), GAMBIA, GRENADA, KENYA, MADAGASCAR, MALDIVES, MALI, MAURITANIA, MOROCCO, MYANMAR, NAURU, NIGER, PAPUA NEW GUINEA, RUSSIAN FEDERATION, SRI LANKA, SURINAME, TOGO, TONGA, TUNISIA 4. Retentionist- Countries and territories which retain the death penalty for ordinary crimes. AFGHANISTAN, ANTIGUA AND BARBUDA, BAHAMAS, BANGLADESH, BARBADOS, BELARUS, BELIZE, BOTSWANA, BURUNDI, CAMEROON, CHAD, CHINA, COMOROS, CONGO (Democratic Republic), CUBA, DOMINICA, EGYPT, EQUATORIAL GUINEA, ERITREA, ETHIOPIA, GABON, GHANA, GUATEMALA, GUINEA, GUYANA, INDIA, INDONESIA, IRAN, IRAQ, JAMAICA, JAPAN, JORDAN, KAZAKSTAN, KOREA (North), KOREA (South), KUWAIT, KYRGYZSTAN, LAOS, LEBANON, LESOTHO, LIBYA, MALAWI, MALAYSIA, MONGOLIA, NIGERIA, OMAN, PAKISTAN, PALESTINIAN AUTHORITY, PHILIPPINES, QATAR, RWANDA, SAINT CHRISTOPHER & NEVIS, SAINT LUCIA, SAINT VINCENT & GRENADINES, SAUDI ARABIA, SIERRA LEONE, SINGAPORE, SOMALIA, SUDAN, SWAZILAND, SYRIA, TAIWAN, TAJIKISTAN, TANZANIA, THAILAND, TRINIDAD AND TOBAGO, UGANDA, UNITED ARAB EMIRATES, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, UZBEKISTAN, VIET NAM, YEMEN, ZAMBIA, ZIMBABWE

Hello! My Name Is Nicole And I Will Be Your Server Today.

For some reason some English folks simply can't say my name. They turn Nicole into Nicola, which, while a very nice name, is not my name. I noticed it when I was working here in the spring and now one of my recruiters insists on calling me Nicola. My boss in America was from London and he would do a French singsong with my name, "Neee-cole" as a sort of jokie thing. I've been called Cole, Colie, Nick, Nici, Nici T and Nickel-Dime by my Great-Great Uncle when I was a wee lass but never Nicola until here. Given that Nicole is a rather popular name now and the close proximity to France, I don't quite understand how it gets mixed up in people's heads. Oh well. This may be an apocryphal but according to my mother when I was little I was called Nici (with a k sound) until we moved and one day my mother was calling me to come in. "Nici." I don't show. "Nici?" No kid. "NICI!!!!" Definitely no kid. "NICOLE DIANE THOMAS GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!!!!!!" I show up. When asked why I hadn't deemed to grace my mother with my presence earlier I said, "Nici lived in the old house. Nicole lives here." I've been Nicole ever since. Like I said, I don't know if that is a true story or not but I'm happy I wasn't a Nici. *Nici in my head is the girl who sleeps with the football team. It's like the name Chastity. Naming your brat **Chastity is guarantying her to be a slut. * Nici or Nikki or Nicki is a lovely name and if this is your name, I am certain you are not a big slut. Please don't take offense. ** Chastity is a lovely name and if this is your name, I am certain you are not a big slut. Please don't take offense. Oh, what are you kidding? You're both big whores.

Monday, December 12, 2005

Go Jesse!

My friend from college founded the Red Bull Theatre Company a few years ago and they have done a lot of great work. They got a good review in The New York Times for their current play, The Revenger's Tragedy. So proud of him. We hardly talk anymore but it is just so nice when things go well for people you like and respect.

Two New Blogs

The really great and bad part about blogging is you find new blogs that you want to read. Last week I found 37 Days which asks you to ask yourself, "What would you be doing today if you only had 37 days left to live? Every few days she posts something that will get you thinking about living deliberately. Today I found New York Hack which is written by a female New York Cabby. I wish that blogging had been around when Bukowski had been writing. Can you imagine? I have been thinking about creating an annoymous blog so I can take the edit button off of my writing. Hell, maybe a better idea would be for me just write. . .yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. 37 Days.

Paris

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We had a fantastic time running around Paris. We didn't have time to make it up to Père Lachaise this time around so it is on the itinerary for next time.

I did make it to the famous Shakespeare & Co bookstore so I was happy.

Click the picture to see more pictures. . .

Friday, December 09, 2005

French Phrases

Taking the Eurostar to Paris this evening so I thought it would be a good idea to brush up on a few French phrases since none of the 25 credits of French stuck in my head over the thirteen years since I was in University. It is not so much the thirteen years. I didn't remember much at the time either. I did a search on "french phrases" in Yahoo! and the first Website that came up had some inspired suggestions. Some of my favorites: "Haven't the police found you yet?" - "La police, ne t'a pas encore trouvé?" (la po - lees ne ta pa zen - cor troo - vay) "Would you stop spitting on me while you're talking!" - "Voulez-vous cesser de me cracher dessus pendant que vous parlez!" (voo - lay voo se - say de me cra - shay de - su pen - dan que voo parl - ay) "Reality and you don't get on, do they?" - "Le réalité et toi, vous ne vous entendez pas, n'est-ce pas?" (le ree - al - ee - tay eh twa voo ne voo zen - ten - day pah nes pah) "My God your children are ugly!" - "Mon Dieu, que vos enfants sont laids" (Mon dyer ke voe zen - fant son lay) "I have a frog in my bidet!" - "J'ai une grenouille dans mon bidet!" (zhay en gre - noo - ee dan mon bee - day) Can't wait to try them out. . .

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Harold Pinter's Nobel acceptance speech

Kick-ass. *(pause) You can (longer pause) read. . . (longer pause) (more pausing) read it here. (Silence) *Please forgive me for the very easy theatre humor.

New allergy

Yesterday afternoon I had a glass of Irish Creme and I had an allergic attack even worse than tequila. Got a rash and had problems breathing. Preston walked in, looked at me and said, "What is wrong!" Guess my face was all red. Had to get sick. Was rather unpleasant. Finally it went away and I stood up to get ready to meet Janelle and a headache hit me so I had to cancel. Was sort of like an escalated hangover. As long as I don't develop an allergy to red wine, I don't care.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Two depressing things

I'm good about taking jobs that I hate in order to pay the bills. I would have given Winona Ryder a good smack when she refused to take a job at The Gap in Reality Bites. I have done telemarketing three times, barista at a Gloria Jean's working for a sadistic boss, barista at Starbucks under a hospital where the line would be out the door at 5AM with grumpy doctors and nurses. I worked one terrible day at a tourist trap on the Seattle Waterfront called Captain Seattle. I was saved by Meredith at the now defunct Chicken & Egg furniture store and ended up with a few friends in the process. But if I hadn't been saved, I would have stuck it out at Captain Seattle because that is what you do. A few weeks ago I applied for a terrible job just because you gotta sometimes. It's with Greenpeace. You attack people as they walk down the street and try to get them to give you money. The recruiter for it rang today. "So, why do you want to work for Greenpeace?" What I said: "I am looking for a change and it is such an important organization and it would be great to be part of that." WhatI thought: "Because I am a big whore that is willing to do this terrible thing for £7.50 an hour so that I can get a positive cash flow going." Punch line is- even they aren't going to be interviewing people until January. This is a terrible time to find a job. If I have to take this job, please, please, please let me be saved by another position. . . The other depressing thing is my eyebrows. I have great eyebrows. I do. I don't brag about myself usually, but I like my eyebrows. They are really dark, dark, brown-black. Good shape. The bad part is they require serious gardening to keep them in line. This morning I was grooming and I found a gray eyebrow hair. What's next? Gray nose hair? I can see it now. Accosting people on Oxford Street: "Do you have a moment to talk about the environment?" with unseemly gray hair sprouting all over my face.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Damn! I'll be in Paris. . .

A phrase I never thought that I would say. We're going to Paris this weekend which is of course fantastic, tres goodness with a cherry on top, but it means that I can't see Jon Stewart at the Prince Edward Theatre this Sunday. Damn. I will have to be content with the DVD of Daily Shows that David (not Dave, never Dave) made, bless him. When S told me that he made it for us, I clapped my hands with girlish glee.

Monday, December 05, 2005

More wedding pics!

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Finally uploaded the pictures from the disposable cameras that we scanned as well as Rob and Sean's pictures.

The one thing that gets me sick is I have no pictures with me and my family. In fact we have hardly any pictures of my family at all! Oh well. What can you do. . . I saved money by not hiring a photographer.

I should have asked Marc to do it for me so I could have coverage but I didn’t want to put him out- thought we would be covered with friends and family getting stuff. My bad.

At least we have the memory of a fantastic party. Have gotten so many compliments about it so I am a happy girl. (I'm also so flippen glad that it is over and I don't have to do it again.)

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Internet!!

I finished decorating the tree and our living room is now rather festive. Thanks to S our wireless is back up! The Internet gods are smiling on us. Funny how dependent we are on it. Graz showed me that my wool pea coat and Josef Seibel boots would not be good enough for Christmas in Budapest. The boots, while comfortable are not waterproof, so for an early Christmas present S bought me a pair of cherry red Dr. Martens. I've always wanted a pair so I'm looking forward to breaking them in. I ordered a coat from Lands' End and it is great, but like an idiot I forgot that Lands' End sizes are actually accurate and I ordered a size large so now I have a coat that makes me look enormous. I'm in a US size 10-12 and the coat is size 14-16 but what the hell, I will be as warm as a little Eskimo. The last few days I have been watching the first season of Soap and it is hysterical. I was too young to watch it was on in the late 70's so I have no memory of it. Even if I had watched it I would have been too young to understand what was going on. The writing and the acting is fantastic and some of the lines are so not politically correct it blows my mind. There is no way that they would get away with a show like it today. At least not in the US. I saw an episode of Little Britain for the first time last week and some of it was just outrageous.

Saturday, December 03, 2005

Christmas Tree

We got our Christmas tree today and will go get lights tomorrow and put the ornaments up. I have quite a bit so we don't have to buy any. Jen and S laughed when they saw my cow angel ones. They're hysterical. Little cow stuffed animal angel ornaments. Cows crack me up. S bought Jen and me an advent calendar and has been a Nazi about making sure we open up the little door flap each day. When I was a kid I don't remember there being chocolate in advent calendars. Then again I haven't had one since I was seven so I may just not remember. The interview went really well and they are having me come back for a 2nd one- although it won't be until January. I think I will need to give all of my friends and family gift certificates from amazon.com for Christmas. . . this way the exchange rate won't kill me.