Thursday, April 14, 2005

late evening

Crack Dreams Or How The NHL Lockout Is Haunting Me

While the electricians were ripping apart our stucco and hammering on our walls, we decided to try to go back to sleep.  After all, Leigh-Ann and I were both showered and dressed by 6:38am.  The reason I know it was 6:38 - that was about the time we expected Nevada Power to pound on the door to shut off the power, so I was getting a last email check done.  I think the last time I was ready to go anywhere that early was when I was working 6-2:30p for United Airlines Res.  I had to leave our apartment in San Francisco at 4:45am to get to work on time.  And now you know why I’m self-employed.  I like my sleep.  I like my lack of a schedule.  I like working in t-shirts.  I like not having angry or dumb customers on the phone.  I slightly miss co-workers and nice customers, but not enough to seek them out.

I digress.  When we went back to sleep I had weird dreams.  The first one involved going out for sushi and the waiter drinking out of the liqueur bottle before he was going to serve it.  It was gross, but fortunately brief.  The other one was about Tie Domi (or Voldemort) of the Toronto Maple Leafs.  It involved Tie (or Voldemort) being on American Idol and singing “Sarah Smile”. He was voted off because he was really off-key. Like William Hung off-key. I really hate that song too. I’d rather listen to William Hung than anyone singing “Sarah Smile”. So, if Tie (or Voldemort) ever enters hockey’s version of AI, he should pick a different song.

So, anyway, the electricians finished the panel, then disappeared.  Luckily, the inspector approved everything and NV Power came back early to turn the power back on.  I have to admit, they were very prompt, which I greatly appreciated.  We were also lucky that today was the coolest day in the middle of some fairly warm 80+ degree days.  We need the electricians to come back and fix one set of outlets that don’t work and to put in a few new outlets in the garage, but if they don’t ever want to come back, that’s okay.  They apparently were in such a hurry to leave, they didn’t bother asking for payment.  That’s a lovely $2500 freebie.  Yeah, I’m sure they’ll be back too.

Tomorrow is going to be super busy.  We have to be up early again, but this time for hair appointments.  We’re both getting haircuts and highlights.  I’ve been bored with my hair lately and I’m going to try something more bold than my normal highlights.  After that, we have to get back home to get our air compressor delivery.  Then, the electricians may or may not show up.  Then, dinner with Camden Toy at Treasure Island (stupidly renamed “ti”).  Then, my nephew has a 9am game on Saturday.  I plan to sleep until 10am all of next week in protest.

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

late at night

Inexplicably Exhausted

Yep, that’s what I am.  The ringing of the doorbell all day, then my nephew’s baseball game (hrumph, he should be on my fantasy team - I think he was 4-4 w/ at least two stolen bases), then we watched Lost.  Boy, I sure love Lost.  It certainly keeps us on our toes.  Okay, I’m too tired to write anymore, so I going to go to bed and read my new Laurie Notaro book that came in the mail yesterday.  I guess I’m reading backwards and out of order, but that’s life.  This is the one I’m starting tonight The Idiot Girls’ Action-Adventure Club : True Tales from a Magnificent and Clumsy Life

Monday, April 04, 2005

late evening

I Love Fat Actress & I Love Original Gatorade

It was so unexpected, my current love for both Fat Actress and original green Gatorade.  They came almost simultaneously.  The Gatorade from being sick for three weeks, and Fat Actress premiering somewhere around that time.  I seriously love Kirstie Alley in Fat Actress.  I thought I’d hate the show, but the publicity got to me, so I had to watch it.  It’s irreverent.  It’s shocking - tonight, her family was smoking crack.  It’s sweet - Kevyn and Eddie looking out for Kirstie as pals, instead of just employees.  It has fun guest stars that you’d never expect.  Mayim Bialik, having sex with Eddie, while hating Kirstie.  Kirstie’s wacky diet coach being Kelly Preston, in my favorite role of her career.  It’s just, sigh, love.

Lemon-lime Gatorade needs no introduction.  It’s just homestyle goodness.  It’s not harsh like soda, but it has better flavor than water.  Plus, several sizes of cute bottles.

I don’t know if this helps you understand my recent entries, but last night I couldn’t sleep.  I had the Starbucks liqueur in the early evening and it screwed up my system in a harsh harsh way with its caffeiney fiendyness.  I finally fell asleep at maybe 7am and got up at 10 or so.  Tonight, I am SO sleeping.  No cat jumping on my face, no squirming dogs, no girlfriend giggling at the Laurie Notaro book will keep me from my precious shut-eye…or someone.will.die.

Sunday, February 20, 2005

late at night

More Happy Hetero Love

LOOGOOTEE, Ind.—A man shot and killed his estranged wife, his two children and his wife’s boyfriend Sunday, then killed himself…

On that note:  A parental warning on tonight’s episode of The Simpson’s.  They’re goddamned cartoon characters.  Stupid fucking Parents Television Council.

Remember - Gay Marriage = Bad

Sunday, February 13, 2005

late evening

The Grammy Awards

Clearly, Sunset magazine knew what they were talking about.  I’m old, old as the hills.  I hate all of the new black male artists - they all sound exactly alike to me.  Plus, the attitudes, ick.  I miss Luther.  I hate the rapping - where’s the talent?  Eminem, while I’m not crazy about him, I can hear the talent.  The lyrics, the catchy choruses, etc.  Most of the rest, they just seem to be talking loudly in an odd rhythm.

The Lynyrd Skyrnd stuff bored the crap out of me.  I think Gretchen Wilson is beyond overrated.  On the other hand, I LOVED Joss Stone.  She and Melissa did a great job on the Janis Joplin tribute.  I liked Green Day.  Cute dorky boys.  Marc Anthony always looks like he got up off his deathbed to do a show.  He’s scrawny and sickly looking.  Plus, he’s always sweaty and he looks like he stinks.  Jennifer Lopez looks like she aged about ten years since the big Ben & Jen Barbara Walters interview.

Hmmm, and Ellen with Portia de Rossi.  I wonder how long this one will last.  I like Ellen, but I so wouldn’t want to be in a relationship with her.  I’m sure she, Portia and my girlfriend are all grateful I’ve come to that important decision.