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May 31, 2002
so proud
so proud
I'm not sure why anyone would, but if you search alltheweb.com for "derek fisher" headband I rank number one. Fisher, the "little guy" as I call him is a cutie at 'only' 6'1 and stands out as one of my favorites. Really though, how does one choose a single favorite player from a group of such great ballplayers? Horry, Shaw, Bryant, Walker. Those guys are the grease in the cog. I'm not big on Shaq. Sure he's huge and comes through when open, but the other guys have to think on their feet, rely on quickness, skill and strategy more so than Shaq does.
So they made it happen tonight, despite the now-typical less than stellar defense. It was a terrific game, I was on the edge of my seat. Granted, I do get sick of the "fouling game" towards the end of the third and fourth quarters -- it's no longer a question of "can I put it in the basket," but rather can I "afford to foul him and make him work harder for the 2 points?" A much as I love my Lakers, the Kings, though far less clean-cut and loveable are an equal, if not better team. Game 7, like the previous 6 will prove to be a nice match up. Either way in the end, if it's the Kings, or the Lakers, I think the Nets are dust!
Posted by Moxie at 8:27 PM
postal
postal
I despise the post office. Since most waits in line take longer than a flight to San Francisco or Vegas, I think they could do more to make the experience enjoyable. Reclining seats, free movies and honey roasted peanuts would be a start. A postal worker should hand out an amenities pack, with a pen and other items you might need to avoid pissing off the worker at the window. "No, you can't fill that out here, go back to the counter and then get back in line" Of course at my post office, the only place you can get a pen is at the window.
Perhaps they could take combined cues from the deli and doctor's office. You take a number and sit down. You've let them know you're there so whenever they feel like helping you they can shout, "number 1078 at window 2."
My branch has that 5 inch thick bullet proof plexiglass window between us. You see, they do know just how angry we are at having to wait for the 80 people who got here before us to complete their transactions. But even when I get to the window, I can't hear a thing the postal worker says. I'd like to see him have a microphone. Maybe even sing a song and do some softshoe.
Posted by Moxie at 1:04 PM
May 30, 2002
tips for men | for the totally clueless
tips for men | for the totally clueless
Posted by Moxie at 5:31 PM
off the hook
off the hook
YHITD: Can I get a raincheck for Friday? We just had a client meeting and we're all heading out to dinner.
Me: I'm sorry, I'm busy all weekend
YHITD: Damn. I'm so sorry. Well, we should watch the Sunday Laker's game together if they make it that far
Me: Yeah, well maybe --but only if you bring over a "couple of beers"
YHITD: No problem.
Me: Heh. That's what I thought.
I'm breathless with relief
Posted by Moxie at 4:42 PM
i don't think i can do it
i don't think i can do it
As the time creeps closer, I'm filled with a sense of impending doom. No, I don't think I can do it. I will have to cancel the date tonight with Mr.Your Half is 30 dollars -- from here on out he will be referred to as 'YHITD.' Now to come up with an excuse that doesn't leave him open for the dreaded "let's reschedule" comeback.
Is this the price of dating dignity? Perhaps only in the sense that I enjoy my own company more than YHITD's. Sure, it would be great to get out, but I can always go to that certain dark tiny bar I frequent by my lonesome. Either way, I'm still paying for my own drinks.
Posted by Moxie at 2:25 PM
what's this?
what's this?
Really amusing story about a woman, the airport, and ummmm her discovered toy.
Posted by Moxie at 1:06 PM
tips for men who like women | for the totally clueless
It's been a long time since I've dated someone seriously, but given the inherent difficulty that men seem to have in understanding appropriate vs. inappropriate behavior around women, I've jotted down a few notes. Some men I've found, are like the scruffy dogs you pick up from the pound. With a little training and grooming they'll make great companions.
What: Not calling for three days after a date
Why: Your doctor has your STD test results in, but just decided to wait a couple of days before calling
When it's appropriate: You unexpectedly got jetted off to the location of the next Survivor
What: Check your nose hair, if you can see it, buy one of these. Ditto the ears
Why: Debris gets caught in there and grumpy old men have a patent on visible ear hair
When it's appropriate: You've just experienced an allergic reaction to all those styling products you've applied to your permed nose hair
What: Don't say "I'll love you always and forever" until you can really stand behind your promise for the long haul
Why: Women tend to believe what you say and have airtight memories
When it's appropriate: just after you did a line of coke off your girlfriend's ass
What: If you ask a woman to have dinner with you, pay for it goddamn it
Why: Ask your sister or female friends. If you don't have either, well, enough said
When it's appropriate: If she's someone you never, ever want to have sex with, ever. Besides when you make a woman pay on a first date you make the angels cry.
What: Sprinkles on the toilet seat
Why: Remember WE sit on that, and then you. If you don't enjoy bathing in your own urine, it's safe to assume we don't enjoy it either.
When it's appropriate: Nothing says, "we're through" quite like a damp toilet seat
What: PDF. Also known as public displays of flatulence
Why: The only appropriate place to fart is while alone in the privacy of your own car.
When it's appropriate: Your girlfriend just informed you that she's leaving you for your boss. Your boss is a woman.
What: Incessant talk about work
Why: We're impressed that you are gainfully employed but good candidates for "boyfriend" must be well rounded
When it's appropriate: You just deposited your commission check for 5 million dollars
What: Kisses that leave us with saliva dripping from our chin
Why: You really don't want to see us with our makeup off just yet, do you?
When it's appropriate: Your girlfriend has a marble lodged in her esophagus
What: Wet towels on the bed
Why: Our mattress does not meet the US standards for mildew resistance
When it's appropriate: You never could kick the bedwetting thing so the mattress is always damp anyway
And remember finding the right woman is just like taking a test. You are far better off by studying beforehand, rather than having to take the test over and over again....
Posted by Moxie at 3:18 AM
May 29, 2002
perhaps it's insensitive of me
perhaps it's insensitive of me
I've been reading over on Time.com about the battle over what happens to ground zero. When the White House was almost burned to the ground in 1814, it was rebuilt as it stood. If the Statue of Liberty were destroyed, no doubt it would be reconstructed, right? Same concept applies to the Pentagon, which is being reconstructed, and *if* the White House had been hit. So why all the debate on the WTC? Having grown up there, recognizing the overwhelming importance of those gaudy silver towers both in name and presence I can not draw another conclusion. If it's not reconstructed terrorism wins.
Granted, a portion of the grounds should become a beautiful memorial. The new towers should be outfitted with anti-aircraft missiles and fire/impact resistant stairwells. Anything else in its place is disrespect to those who loved working those towers and died proudly there.
I hope it doesn't come off as insensitive, but seeing anything but those ugly towers in that space just seems wrong. It would be un-American to let someone else win our skyline.
Posted by Moxie at 9:26 PM
one more try
one more try
I decided last night when he called, to go out with the guy who split dinner with me on our first date. He's very handsome, but a tad on the clueless side. Is there a man on the face of the planet who doesn't know he should pay for everything on the first date? Our second date was to watch a Laker's game. He brought over a "couple of beers." That means two. I had to bite my tongue to prevent, "oh, so you aren't drinking with me?" from slipping out of my lips.
By giving him the benefit of the doubt and going out with him a third time, I'm likely to find the same outcome. But at least it'll be a good story.
Posted by Moxie at 12:44 PM
May 28, 2002
a favorite quote
a favorite quote
The film, The Real Blonde was made in 1997, but this scene has stuck with me ever since:
“Joe:
Hey Mary, look at this, look at this woman’s underwear. See how it’s all sleek and lacy, how it accentuates every part of her body and presents it like a beautiful piece of candy?
…compare that to men’s underwear which is white, cotton and shapeless – essentially a diaper. What do you think that’s saying?
Mary:
All men are babies?”
I'm currently working on a longer essay based on this quote, but wanted to share it now. If you haven't seen this flick, you should!
Posted by Moxie at 4:48 PM
hey baby
hey baby
I've talked a lot about finding subjects on the street for photographs. I got bold yesterday on the Promenade as I had a nice strong man with me who agreed to help if I got into an altercation. A few tries and finally I found someone who didn't mind being photographed by a stranger. The little guy was none too impressed by it, either.
Posted by Moxie at 10:50 AM
May 27, 2002
well heavens to betsy
well heavens to betsy
I don't shut up for long. I'm afraid I'm blushing. I'm the Blog Babe of the Week over on sixdifferentways.com. Thank you to Charles for selecting me, and Phil (I think this is the same Phil ;) ) for nominating me!!!
Posted by Moxie at 4:48 PM
May 26, 2002
a man who knows how to rebound | impulse wife
a man who knows how to rebound | impulse wife
Well, I was snooping around on my X's site and found this. This was about 12:45AM last night, and dingdong was clearly sitting at his computer because that file and some others disapeared as soon as he realized I had found it.
So my soul mate moves faster than the speed of light with his rebound relationships. Less than a year ago, he had mentioned getting engaged to ME this past winter, and boom he recasts the role, just like that. {sarcasm} I'm sure it will be a long and beautiful marriage {/sarcasm}
Not only that, but what a perfectly impersonal way to let someone know you'd like to get engaged, but then it's only the rest of your lives you're talking about. Even so, I'm going into seclusion for a while. I'm really hurt, it's clear the promises he made to me meant nothing.
Posted by Moxie at 2:22 PM | Comments (1)
May 24, 2002
In black & white | two boys
"Just stop it, you two" he screamed jumping out of the car. The voice echoed on the oddly silent street. The boy, thin and lanky was not a quite a man, he couldn't have been more than 14. The boy's awkward looking glasses were sliding down his nose and his baseball jersey was wrinkled and stained from neglect. My head snapped to his direction, thinking maybe somebody was bullying him. Not that I could do much to defend the boy with my wiry 105 lbs, but I could run pretty fast to get help, or use my cell phone.
"All you two have been doing for the last 4 hours is fighting. Bickering. You couldn't resolve a damn thing if your lives depended on it and I can't take it anymore. I've had it, you are so dysfunctional, I'm ashamed to be your son," he continued while pacing around the car in circles.
"You two are supposed to be the adults around here, and yet you act like teenagers. I'm supposed to be the teenager in this family. REMEMBER?"
His gray haired father was filling the gas tank, and hardly seemed to hear a word that was being said. His mother finally stepped out of the driver's seat. She was a pretty woman, about forty and stylishly dressed and coiffed. She put her head in her hands and leaned into the car, her shoulders shaking. At this point I felt awkward, an intruder and could no longer look in their direction. And regretfully, there was nothing I could do to help.
************
"We're trying to earn him a trip -- we're selling lot's of good things, not just candy. He's having a rough time" the pretty lady pitched me.
I was heading into the Rite Aid, and though I had no intention of buying anything I assured her I'd catch her on the way out. The boy, presumably the one trying to earn the trip rolled his eyes at me and slumped over on the step. Oddly, I was intrigued by the contrast of the scowling youngster and his peppy adult sales manager.
After paying for my goods, I noticed I had a dollar to spare and decided to donate it. Perhaps I could make this kid smile. The pretty lady showed me her badge from the organization, whose name escapes me and the candy, teas and candles they were selling. I asked the scowler where he was going to go when he earned enough money.
"Magic Mountain."
"That sounds like fun," I said.
"And you are letting her do all the work for you?" I teased. He was still sullen. The pretty lady continued her sales pitch, and I told her I didn't really need anything but handed her a dollar. The boy looked surprised, they both thanked me."Have fun at Magic Mountain, Okay?" I said as I started to walk towards my car.
Just then I felt a hand on my shoulder. The pretty lady leaned in to whisper in my ear, "Thank you so much, a few minutes ago he asked another white lady to help and she told him she wouldn't buy nothing from two black people." I was sickened "that was really ignorant of her. I'm so sorry that something like that happened to you."
"Well folks can really be something. Thank you again ma'am, that meant a lot."
And finally something little I could do to help.
Posted by Moxie at 5:19 PM
nine truths and a lie
nine truths and a lie
Find the lie!
{because I love this game!}
1. Though I have two, I'm actually allergic to cats
2. Robin Williams stole one of my jokes and used it on The Tonight Show w/Jay Leno
3. I can play three musical instruments though not well
4. My next door neighbor is a paintball champ and travels the world to compete
5. I've never been camping
6. Taye Diggs was at my 30th birthday party
7. I knew the Menendez brothers
8. A few months after I broke up with my college boyfriend I found out that he raped a friend of mine while we were dating
9. In high school, I took a college senior to my prom
10. I don't enjoy skiing at all
Posted by Moxie at 10:25 AM
May 23, 2002
important fax!
important fax!
I wonder how many times it takes for someone to realize that the phone number they are faxing to is not a fax number at all?
So far the count has reached nearly 100 for May.
Every morning begining around 6AM the phone rings and I receive approximately 10 voice messages of the nasal fax tone. I turn the ringer off at night of course, but even after I rise and the ringer is once again in the 'on' position I receive 5 or 6 more of those calls. My curiousity is getting the best of me. Maybe it's a hot stock tip, a screenplay, or something else interesting like celebrity phone numbers that I could share on Moxie.
I've considered allowing my computer to answer the call just once, but that could make matters worse. As the phone number appears as 'private' there's no way for me to figure out who this persistent individual is, or better yet fax him 100 copies of a letter stating "(555) 555-1234 IS NOT A FAX NUMBER." As it's going on a month now I have little hope that the mystery faxer will ever figure it out by his lonesome. Some folks just don't get it, and should never be entrusted with important office equipment like a fax machine.
Posted by Moxie at 11:03 AM
May 22, 2002
charles nelson reilly
charles nelson reilly
I was the lucky girl who got to keep Brent company while seeing Charles Nelson Reilly's play last night at the Canon Theater.
Unfortunately, I was guilty in thinking Charles Nelson Reilly was just the guy from The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, and Hollywood Squares. This man has lead such an interesting life, both in a positive and tragic sense. Who knew that he "came up" with the likes of such famous people (Jerry Stiller, Hal Holbrook, Charles Grodin), that he studied with the revered Uta Hagen, or that he's done Shakespeare brilliantly? Sitting in the audience was like being in his livingroom while he rattled on about his life, family and friends. Rarely have I seen a performer capable of projecting such warmth from the stage.
It kind of got me inspired last night and I briefly considered working on my own one woman show again. There are so many mediocre one person shows in LA, it's easy to get disgusted with the genre. Nothing's quite as inspiring as a tremendous one man show, done properly.
Posted by Moxie at 10:52 AM | Comments (3)
something to make any girl proud | a retraction
something to make any girl proud | a retraction
I just cured myself, albeit temporarily of the previously described heartache. What did I do? I simply went to my X's porn website, where he sells access to the 'world famous' Shemale Attitude web site.
I mean, what woman wouldn't be proud to call this lying, deceptive and disloyal man her boyfriend? Especially when introducing him to her parental units and has to explain what he does;
Any Girl: Mom, Dad, I love this guy.
Mom & Dad: What does he do in his spare time?
Any Girl: He resells access to the Ultimate Transexual web site
Mom & Dad: Keep looking baby, you deserve better
I think I feel better now. Wouldn't you?
Posted by Moxie at 2:45 AM
May 20, 2002
jealousy
jealousy
Philip wrote of his amazing celebrity sighting this past weekend, and has great photos to boot. I'm so jealous!!! Go check it out :)
Posted by Moxie at 11:29 PM
photo entry
photo entry
Here's a bit of what I was up to
this past weekend.
Posted by Moxie at 11:10 AM
May 19, 2002
legal mumbo jumbo
legal mumbo jumbo
Doesn't corpus delicti sound like latin for a "smoking hot bod?"
Nope. Not even close.
It's the body of a murder victim, actually. Just another little bit of knowledge I picked up while reading this weekend. Thought I'd share, even though it's a bit on the morbid side.
Posted by Moxie at 6:02 PM
May 18, 2002
plantar's friday hour
plantar's friday hour
There's something priceless about a beer-fueled happy hour conversation among friends....
female friend: It's really gross with plantar's warts -- once they remove them you're left with a huge gaping bloody hole in your foot.
male friend: I see, you're coming on to me, aren't you?
female friend: I have a boyfriend!!!
male friend: But the minute he leaves the table you start with the subtle seduction. I know your type.
Posted by Moxie at 2:15 AM
May 16, 2002
both ways
both ways
It's so interesting, probably the same folks who balk everytime there's been a general terrorist threat warning released, are now upset that a general warning received on August 6th 2001 *wasn't* released to the people. Hindsight is 20/20 folks.
apathy
I was driving home this afternoon and saw a school bus driver driving erratically. The bus was full of kids. I made a mental note of the bus company and number, but by the time I got home the thought of reporting him seemed ridiculous. Is it apathy?
Posted by Moxie at 7:01 PM
does time grow on trees?
does time grow on trees?
When I was very little my parents loved to tell me that money didn't grow on trees to which I replied, "well it should!" This response changed when I learned that money does have paper in its top secret mix and therefore, it DID grow on trees.
I'm growing time in my herb garden. Okay, well thyme. I like the way it sounds, "I'm growing spare thyme in my garden," I'm not sure what I'll do with it when it's matured. The little sprouts have just popped through the soil.
Does time grow on trees?
Posted by Moxie at 11:48 AM
May 15, 2002
photo disgrace?
photo disgrace?
It's hardly an obscure link but this story on Democrats condemning the GOP use of a photo really irks me. What photo? Why one taken of Dubya using the phone while riding on Air Force One on September 11th. It's not as if that photo couldn't have been taken on any other day. They aren't using the photo of Dubya in his fire department hat on the platform of ground zero surrounded by firefighters. That would be grotesque.
Usually, the quips one party has about the other have some merit. This time I see absolutely nothing wrong. What do you think?
Posted by Moxie at 2:53 PM
May 14, 2002
inadvertent ingrid
This was taken a few months back in Laguna Beach, I was aiming for the sea, but included my car, or most of it. Phil, this is for you. But I promise to take better photos this week, now that she's all shined up.
Posted by Moxie at 9:26 PM
my hood
my hood
I just pulled up outside my garage. Took Ingrid out for a good washing and polishing session. She looks ravashing, by the way.
I live near a school, and it's time for the kids to be picked up by their Mothers. "Who's Mom is that?" I heard the very handsome guy who I assume is a teacher or teacher's aid say with some bewilderment. The kids laughed when I got out of the car in my platform sandals, and blue backless Parallel sundress. You see, my neighborhood is popular with devout Jews. Hasidic's sport the big black fur hats and long curled sideburns for the men (anyone who knows the proper terms for these things jump in at any time), and the women wear wigs and dress conservatively with long sleeves and skirts to their ankles. Hence the laughter. I couldn't possibly be any of those kid's Mother.
Yesterday, I found this great little Jewish Deli, one that reminds me of my very favorite back east. I went in with wide eyes, seeing all the great foods my Grandma used to make. Stuffed peppers, stuffed cabbage, snitzel, etc. I ordered the stuffed peppers and stood back to wait anxiously. I overheard two older ladies, patrons of the deli click their tongues and comment that they didn't know "this place was popular among goyim. There goes the neighborhood." At that moment the counter staff was free, so I asked her if they were open at all on Shabbat, she nodded yes, that they delivered Glatt Kosher meals all day. I picked up the catering menu just to spite those 2 ladies, and the entire exchange silenced them. I should have busted out with all the Yiddish Max and his Mom were teaching me. I don't know why, but the blonde girl in the sundress who knows Yiddish can shock. But the real question is why all the prejudice?
Posted by Moxie at 2:31 PM
early to bed, late to rise
early to bed, late to rise
I fell asleep early last night, after deciding to peruse a copy of the new William's Sonoma catalog. Cake combs, baskets made out of stoneware, a corn creamer tool, fish scalers, a remote thermometer, cherry pitter, avacado slicer, and my favorite a stainless steel mandoline.
{Yawn}
Granted, there are a few gadgets in the catalog that I might covet, just a little bit... but the other items were Martha Stewart meets Sharper Image. I can't imagine a kitchen large enough to house all the items Williams Sonoma deems critical. "No one should be with out this handcrafted asparagus steamer. A tempered glass lid, made exclusively for us in Switzerland allows you watch the cooking progress"
I detest being told what I shouldn't live without from what used to be a respectable catalog company. Silly me, but believe that I already have everything I need to cook beautifully so I'm not losing sleep over that corn creamer set.
Posted by Moxie at 10:25 AM
May 12, 2002
uh yeah....
uh yeah....
It was a sultry 91 degrees here in LA today. The kitties were lying on the bed belly up, so I decided to put my ear to their tiny faces to make sure they were still breathing. They were. Then I noticed it was nice on the bed under the ceiling fan, and somehow I took an afternoon nap. Tonight the weather guy on the 11 o-clock news was blathering on and on about the intense heat as I was swatting at gnats. No idea how they got in here.
"This unusual heat has really brought the gnats out"
"Huh?" I thought. Couldn't be. The gnats part, not that a news achor ended a sentence with a preposition.
His way too perfect looking to be intelligent co anchor laughed at him. "Seriously, the gnats are bad this evening." he confirmed for her.
She looked pretty damn dumb to at least one LA resident. I believe the weather guy, despite his poor grammar.
Posted by Moxie at 11:26 PM
some views of hollywood
some views of hollywood
I shot a few photos in Hollywood this week, let me know if the window doesn't work properly, I haven't tested it in anything but IE, too lazy to install NS over this dang dial up connection! {slaps own wrist}
Posted by Moxie at 10:46 PM
pushing limits
pushing limits
Phoebe: Psssst, hey Bentley....
Bentley: {yawn}
Phoebe: She lets you get away with everything. See if she'll let you up on the ledge of the terrace
Bentley: Yeah, okay. It looks kind of neat up there, I was thinking about checking that out after my nap
Phoebe: Do it now when she's not looking
Bentley: I'll be right back
minutes later
Phoebe: Well? How'd it go?
Bentley: Not good. It's a no go.
Phoebe: {sigh} Damn, makes me want to jump up there even more
Bentley: I know the feeling. Hey, let's go raid the herb garden again. I'd like me some more cilantro.
Phoebe: Good idea. Ms. Never-wants-us-to-have-any-fun will probably make that off-limits soon, too.
Posted by Moxie at 11:59 AM
May 11, 2002
questionable value
questionable value
I have a strange perspective when it comes to purchasing everyday items. For instance, three years ago, my folks suggested that I establish "real" credit by buying a car. My existing car was a graduation gift, and this was my first car purchase with my own money. After looking at Toyota's, Honda's, and Saturn's that would depreciate by ten thousand dollars the minute I drove them off the lot, I decided to follow my dream. The 1985 Porsche 911 was in fantastic, almost mint condition (still is!!!). Purchase price was under 20K, and from the research I've done, if I choose to sell it in the next 10 years I may lose only the cost of my maintenance, which is dirt cheap. Yes, cheaper than maintenance on my Toyota.
So, once I discovered that a nice sized rug for my 22' x 15' livingroom would cost me almost a grand from the Home Depot's exclusive "poor man's collection" I heard my Mother's earlier plea...just buy a nice rug, make an investment. I thought at first that she was being ridiculous. Of course, with the car three years ago, I justified my dream car as an investment. I drive it everyday, basically for the cost of gas and maintenance. It's insured up to wazoo, so even if, god forbid something happened to it, my initial investment will be returned.
I was driving to Ethan Allen on Friday, my Mom suggested that I could purchase a nicer area rug there for the same price I would pay at the Home Depot. She was wrong. Dejected, I drove back wondering how to justify 2K for an Ethan Allen machine made rug, that like a new Toyota would lose significant value over the next few years. Maybe I could hope to sell it at a yard sale for 50 bucks, when the time came for us to part ways.
I spotted a rug wholesaler on my way home. I pulled over reluctantly, fully expecting a sweaty Persian salesman who would refuse to tell me the price of anything until I professed my love. Only then, he'd break it to me that the rug was 100 years old and cost 19,000. Happily, I was greeted by a white guy from New Jersey. I told him my price range, and instead of covering his mouth to hide his laughter, he showed me some gorgous rugs, in my size, my price range. I fell in love with one. I looked at the tag. It said $8,550. The price tag indicated that it was from another store. My Jersey boy told me that they lend rugs on consignment to area shops, and that this one came back. Eight grand was its retail value, but he was a wholesaler that priced items 5% over cost.
He told me it was hand knotted, dyed using Swiss vegetable dyes, and from the designer who was all the rage with celebrities right now. I wasn't impressed by that kind of talk. I was impressed with the quality of the plush, elegant rug. Well, let's say that I got it for a tiny bit more than what I would have paid for a similiar sized, machine made rug at the Home Depot. I did the research on the web, and it's heirloom quality, so despite my wear and tear in 20 years it will be worth much more than I paid for it. In eighty years, my grandkids can sell it for 15 grand. And because it's handmade, any damage can be repaired easily and cheaply.
I know I'm warped, but why should I buy something that I use everyday like a car or livingroom rug only to render it worthless within a year or two?
I'm sure Moxie's guest Financial Advisor can set me straight.....
Posted by Moxie at 2:57 PM
May 10, 2002
from the depths of hell
from the depths of hell
I'm constantly amazed at the living things that spring forth from the cracks in the sidewalk around here....
Posted by Moxie at 10:14 AM
May 9, 2002
zoolander
zoolander
I finally watched it. I heard mixed reviews of both extremes, and decided to give it a whirl. What a poor choice on my part. Even more difficult than the suspension my disbelief involving squirrely Ben Stiller as a model, was trying, even for a second, to look at Owen Wilson without wondering if he fell asleep with an old fashioned clothes pin on his nose.
You know the story, Ozarks, dueling banjo's, Pa's snoring, so Ma puts a clothes pin on his nose? OK, maybe it's just me.
Posted by Moxie at 7:37 PM | Comments (3)
May 8, 2002
it's official
it's official
Yesterday's purchase of a power drill and subsequent phone discussion with my Dad over its cool features has pushed me officially into the "Independant Woman" zone. You know those bathroom wall-mount cabinets? The ones that require "two people" for hanging? I scoff at that! I drilled that sucker to my wall, holding up the 25 lb beast with one hand, drill in the other. It's hanging straight, too. Feeling the buzz, I also went for the new towel rack, and had that in place in no time.
Another lovely milestone in my life is that I bought my first major household appliance. My washer and dryer were delivered yesterday, and I've been doing as much laundry as possible ever since. The joy of not having to dig through my coat pockets for the one last quarter I need is overwhelming. It's kind of helping me get through the internet withdrawal.
Posted by Moxie at 10:44 AM
May 2, 2002
quick! hurry hurry
quick! hurry hurry
I'm at a cyber cafe. My computer fully died, and the old one only has a slot for ethernet, so I can't dial up! I'll be back in a few days. The move went well, I'm exhausted and bubbling with excitement all at once. Bentley has decided that the upstairs is his personal apartment. As soon as I brought him over, he was having a blast. Phoebs is a little scared, but I got her to come outside on the terrace, so I think she's slowly adjusting.
OK, back to unpacking...
Posted by Moxie at 3:05 PM
May 1, 2002
morning chill
morning chill
I just moved a few boxes, and took the "before" photos of the new place. I shot about 20 digital photos, and sat on the stairs to review. Every hair on my head was standing on end. At this point, I have to admit something a little bit embarrassing. There's a part of me that believes in ghosts. And my new place...yeah, I got those.
No time to dig up the links, but there are tons of sites on the web that talk about those floating bubbles that sometimes inexplicably appear on photos. I've never seen a practical explanation as to why they occur. I checked out the location of them, different in each shot. And some shots didn't have any, ruling out dust on my lense.
In my current place, I've taken hundreds of photos. The only time I had the floating spots was during one particular Christmas party, though I had a flaky friend visit for a weekend and she promptly informed me in the morning that I have ghosts.
OK, my break is over, time to move more boxes....
Posted by Moxie at 10:39 AM
oh no
oh no
This is not good in my book. Why don't these fancy pants teevee guys just "wrap it up" with the reality television programming and focus on the good stuff like The Simpsons. Other shows face challenges, live actors grow up, die, or are sentenced to months of rehab. The lifespan of Homer and family is infinite.
Groening claims it's getting hard to surprise the viewers and themselves. Who do they think they're catering to...the average American IQ is roughly equal to my waist size. Personally, I don't need to be surprised anymore by the plot, it's the writing and characters that are important and addictive. I didn't know those writer folks could "run out of clever."
On a side note, certain soap operas have been on the air for over 25 years without pumping the well until it's bone dry (they've come dangerously close in some cases), you can read about my theory on soap script recycling here. But none of those vaguely familiar plots played out time and time again but aging actresses seems to bother the American public much. Clearly, Matt hasn't watched much daytime tv....
Posted by Moxie at 2:01 AM
