Happy new year!
One year from now, I would like to be able to say the following things:
Looking at Geegaw today makes me want desperately to add a complete site redesign to that list. Someday I’ll be pretty, oh yes I will!
ne(one)piphany’s birthday and the new year are so close together (1/1 vs 1/19) that I will delay any dwelling on 2002 to that date, and keep my thoughts focused for now on the future. I hope that this year finds everyone happier, healthier and wiser than the last!
Three days now into avoiding processed sugars, and feel great so far. Have been eating an extraordinary number of fruits: asian pears, clementines, persimmons… Finding that cravings have been minimal, so I think I can do this; granted, the final verdict will have to come after I’ve left the land of home cooking.
Further explorations have uncovered: Viagra wall clock (with blue overlay to indicate “expiration” of effect), Viagra stopwatch, Viagra desk pens — recurring themes abound! — also, two squeezy hearts, advertising different medications.
Also visited the dusty graveyard of schlocky fantasy in the basement for easy reading fodder, and am now determined to ship the whole kit and kaboodle to Seattle at the earliest opportunity. For now, though, a dozen volumes or so go into the luggage (as well as a copy of Haroun and the Sea of Stories). Somehow this has all made me serenely happy!
Have had the joy of life sucked out of me by Manos, the Hands of Fate. Will return when hands stop shaking.
Returned to work after two blissful weeks of vacation, and am suddenly stressed out, behind schedule, and out of time all over again. It’s just like remembering how to ride a bicycle, skinned knees and all.
Yesterday’s Manos experiment is but a faded memory now, though in idle moments, an imagined kazoo choir rendition of the Torgo theme starts rampaging through my consciousness. I suspect the other participants have their own scars to deal with.
Outsider opinions range from terrible to worse, but all very vocal… just from today, one-liners from sugs: “It gives you a true benchmark for declaring movies to be bad…” and chaos: “Yes, I appreciate this opportunity to have the desire to claw my eyes out.”
For those who fall into a similar trap, may I suggest The Two Towers as a palate cleanser? That’s what we resorted to.
Is there anyone who still remembers when Russell Crowe was the best actor you’ve never heard of?
I dreamed last night that Andrew Lloyd Webber asked me (oddly, in the aisles of a hardware store) if I would rewrite the entire libretto of Sunset Boulevard. I wonder: if I hadn’t woken up shortly thereafter, would I have had the chutzpah to tell him that it wouldn’t nearly be enough to save that show?
Add one more item to the fitness regimen: Finally bought DDR Max and two “Dance Pad Revolution 2” (“Wow! Lights-up!”) controllers. Haven’t yet had the opportunity to play but the anticipation is building up. Wishing I had a Dreamcast so that I can dance to my favorites (e.g. “Boys” and “Butterfly,” among others), but 65+ songs sounds fabulously promising!
A long way off yet to wowing the aisles at Gameworks, but maybe someday…!
It’s only Saturday night, but I’ve already seen four movies this weekend. Started off with Donnie Darko, which Eglantine has been recommending for months, and can happily report that it was fantastic, at once totally disturbing and very funny. Last year’s The Importance of Being Earnest was utter fluff, but incredibly entertaining in its fluffiness (of course, I’m a complete sucker for costume romantic comedies). Insomnia the remake didn’t quite measure up to Insomnia the original, but that might have been because I saw the original first. At any rate, I far preferred the bleaker, redemptionless ending of the older film.
All that was yesterday! Today was totally about eye candy, with Queen of the Damned (not that there’s anything wrong with eye candy!). However: Stuart Townsend may be pretty beyond words, but good lord was Viggo such a better choice for Aragorn!
The tragic list of things that contain processed sugar: Sririacha chili sauce. Salada senbei crackers. Giant Tomato Pretz. Haagen-dazs mango sorbet. In fact, seemingly anything containing mango, or (as discovered way back) cranberries.
Lapses so far include: one (Canadian) Smartie. one dollop of Russian dressing on a salad. a bite-sized piece of muffin that I had thought was a bite-sized piece of bagel.
Still feeling good about everything, except when I’m dragged into places like Cold Stone, cruel torture indeed! Didn’t realize how strong it was, this olfactory idea of sweetness, until it became taboo.
trackjack is blogging again! Yay!
After all that, it turns out that I actually can tie a maraschino cherry stem into a knot with my tongue!
(from Haroun and the Sea of Stories)
Tonight, in addition to work and yummy Thai food, DDR Max (very fun!), a hot bath at last (divine!), and some frightening links:
I learned to shuck oysters last night!
The occasion: a fabulously decadent dinner party hosted by OG, with Rav in tow to complete the oyster-head trifecta. Between the three of us, we polished off roughly three dozen raw Kushi and Quilcene oysters, accompanied by homemade ponzu, oroshi & chopped spring onions. Wine and improvised bruschetta completed the menu — a feast worthy of poetry!
Shucking seems really difficult for beginners (especially the Quilcenes, tough little guys!) and we didn’t have proper knives for the job, so there were a few sore muscles and blade-related close calls. Overall, though, it was loads of fun, and the food! The food was worth every effort!
I would have taken some absolutely luscious photographs, but it appears that my digital camera has given up the ghost. Alas!
I have a grudge against Reese Witherspoon. She had the nerve to appear in a dream (as my nemesis, a rival gang leader), in which each of our gangs was trying to nick fighter planes from the US Air Force. Big Air Force, plenty of planes to go around, right? But no! Reese — that conniving bitch — played dirty and not only tricked us out of three stealth bombers but got me & my crew arrested and thrown in the clink! Meanwhile, she’s undetectable by radar!
And to think, I actually liked The Importance of Being Earnest! Ingrate.
How long does it take to get used to the taste of Nutrasweet? I thought it would never happen, but it turns out the answer is… about two weeks. Diet Vanilla Coke seems ideal for the conversion, the sweetness of the “vanilla” flavoring nicely opposing the artificially tart aftertaste of aspartame. I don’t need that anymore, either! A month in and I even like the taste of Diet Pepsi.
Last Friday, over a fabulous Korean lunch, Eglantine and I dissolved the hated sugar avoidance pact. It wasn’t having the desired effect of good health, and the danger of cold turkey was the possibility of catastrophic relapse. I was good, though, and didn’t completely fall off the wagon until yesterday, when a coworker brought TWO POUNDS of Skittles (among other treats) into work.
Skittles were my childhood vice. You can guess the rest.
After a month without candy, only a little bit can go a long way towards making one feel queasy, and I had more than a little! But there was one good outcome: I’m not going to have any desire to eat candy for at least another month, and likely more.
One other thing: Blue Sour Starburst “candies” are among the most horrible things I’ve ever tasted. If I wanted something to remind me of Beefaroni (and I can’t say that I do), I’d buy Chef Boyardee.
Speaking of odd taste associations, the reason I stopped drinking Diet Vanilla Coke was that it was starting to taste like cucumber(!) to me.
Ginger Altoids! Why wasn’t I informed?
Had correspondents on the search for Ginger Altoids all day yesterday, with absolutely no success. Am beginning to wonder whether this is all an elaborately constructed hoax, but no: I certainly held a tin in my hands on Friday, and even sampled a mint. Suggestions were helpfully offered but sadly misleading… We struck out at Trader Joe’s, where some on the web had reported success, and an enthusiastic tip that the Mercer Larry’s had them as of 4 p.m. on Saturday seems to have been in error (Eggy: “The lady there looked at me as if she had never heard of them” — like Keyser Soze, gone without a trace).
Have a few more yuppie market prospects to check out before I’ll be willing to concede defeat; alternately, if anyone has a lead on where they might be ordered online, that just might do as well. At this point, any word merely corroborating their existence would be a comfort!
DVD news, in short: Disney will be releasing Miyazaki’s Spirited Away, Kiki’s Delivery Service and Castle in the Sky Laputa in one- and two-disc special editions, all in April. Both original and dubbed soundtracks will be included, as well as as-yet-unspecified special features. More than I had hoped for! Also, Dreamworks will release the original Japanese version of Ring on the same day that last year’s American remake arrives on DVD.
Hear that? That’s the sound of a lot of tense movie fans sighing in relief.
Mission accomplished! Ten yuppie markets, three drug stores, one bookstore and one Safeway later…
When all else fails, thank heaven… for 7-11, of all places — and just across from work, too! The inventory was untouched, and the clerk looked at me as if I had grown three heads (“Ginger,” she said, shaking her head. “I think I like that in teriyaki.”). So I rescued the entire stock from the philistines, display box included; some for myself, and some as “thank you” gifts for my diligent operatives. Let those who appreciate the joy of ginger be the ones to hoard it!
Anyway, I feel like I just snapped a picture of Bigfoot. Yay!
And to continue the joyfest a bit: if it wasn’t obvious above, apparently my camera has decided to work for me, for this once at least.
(Ah, see? now it’s dead again!)
If anyone’s curious, yes, they do taste good! Very sharp and gingery if bitten into, or mildly spicy and reminiscent of ginger ale when sucked on.
(update 2003/03/19: the original links went stale so I’ve repointed them)
mommy doesn’t know that i found you again so i can only write when she goes out. i know its been awhile but this is what happened last week:
1. on monday mr. dipple took me to the park and i saw a tree that was screaming.
2. on tuesday i stayed home and made a fish.
3. i don’t remember about wednesday. i asked mommy but she said i was bad.
4. on thursday i dreamed i was under water. there was music playing but i was scared.
5. tonight there’s gonna be a party. mr. dipple says it’s a special party and he’s going to take me. mommy might still find you so i won’t tell you where yet.
i think i hear mommy’s car in the driveway. i’ll see you soon! promise.