February 21, 2006

Adolescence

I was never a teenager.

Well, obviously I was one at some point, but only physically. I never went through all the shit that most teens do. I never worried about what I looked like or what people thought of me. Most of my days were spent reading or playing sports.

What did I miss out on?

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February 05, 2006

Existence is overrated.

I'm tired.

So tired.

I've written so much, but don't have the energy to transcribe it.

I'm still here. I promise.

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December 11, 2005

Christmas is coming...

I'm listening to the Vienna Boys' Choir sing Christmas songs and getting ready to go out shopping for Gingerbread Cookie Makings.

They will be homemade, they will be delicious, and if people want some, (no, you don't get to pick the decorations) leave a comment!

They'll be done sometime this week...presumably.

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December 07, 2005

Memories lost and found again

Sissy sparks a memory, one I hadn't expected to be thinking of for a few months.

This coming February marks 12 years since my father passed away. I will officially have lived half my life without him.

There is nothing harder than losing a parent, no matter what age you are. Most likely the only thing that rivals it is losing a child. Neither one would I wish on anyone, even OBL or Saddam.

You go through these waves of pain. One moment you're fine, not thinking about him at all, then the next, a whiff of cologne or a flash of color will remind you, and the pain comes back, fresh. The world around you stops for a second, and you fall into a memory. Your body keeps moving, you continue interacting with the world, but it's autopilot. Your brain isn't there.

So you wade through life, from moment to moment, waiting for the next memory of helplessness or joy. In the back of your mind is always that question of "when." Not if, when. Because it's guaranteed to happen. There will be a face in the crowd, or a voice, or even just a bit of hair that reminds you of him. No matter how well you've dealt with it, completed your mourning, it's never really over. You never get over it, and you never will.

I was 12. Precocious, overly mature, and suddenly having to grow up a hell of a lot faster. Dad was an older father, having been married twice before, with four sons. I was the first daughter. His little girl. Princess. When he was home, I made every effort to hang around him. He was much more gentle with my hair, patient enough to work out the tangles without ripping my scalp. He rarely raised his voice, but disciplined well.

He was 60.

Melanoma. There were reasons and screwups for why they caught it at the late stage they did, but I can't talk about that. I wish I could. Maybe someday.

He was diagnosed during the summer of 93. I was at CTY (Center for Talented Youth - geek camp) for the first time, and they didn't tell me until that fall, when he had to go back in for more surgeries. All fall he was in and out. We spent Thanksgiving in the hospital with him while he was recovering from another round of chemo and radiation. Always sick, but never frail.

February 7th, 1994, 5:00 am.

RIP.

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November 24, 2005

Happy Thanksgiving!

For some reason, I don't have a holiday category.

I may fix that error at some point, but not right now.

Meh.

I'm working on a scholarship essay. Pain in the ass. Alternative energy.

It's taking up all my energy.

The onions on the stove aren't helping. Damned onions.

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November 22, 2005

Thanksgiving

I'm off to VA for Thanksgiving. 5+ hour train ride.

I hope I can get some work done.

Anyway, I may or may not have internet while I'm there, so blogging may be nonexistant. Don't worry, I'm ok.

Unless you hear about a train crash on the NY-DC line. Then you should start worrying.

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October 25, 2005

I can never spell that damned word

Apparently (yes, that word) when I'm in a bad mood, I give good advice and wax poetic while using a minimum of words.

I still can't spell worth shit.

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October 17, 2005

Really bad mood

I'm in a really shitty mood today. Not only is my CV not coming out right, but the printer jammed, I couldn't get out to look at bars today because the stupid resume isn't working right, and I'm just generally in one of those places that is really dark.

The kitties help. Especially when they see what kind of mood I'm in and start cuddling up to me. But something in my life needs to give. Money is low, rent is due soon, and I'm just not able to find a job.

Anyone out there know of a bar or several I should apply at?

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September 15, 2005

Bartending and writing

I have about a half-dozen posts written down, waiting till I have a moment to do something with them.

Including one about the idiocy of the woman running the vodka tasting yesterday.

Anyway, I'm done with the bartending classes at the end of the week, so no more 9:30-5:30 crap, with lack of sleep screwing with me.

I'll try to post something this afternoon.

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September 03, 2005

Happy Birfday to me...

3 hours and 18 minutes until the to-the-minute anniversary of my birth, 24 years ago.

Yup. I'm admitting my age.

You can all bow in worship now.

As I write this, Rehnquist is dead. We shall see what happens in terms of not only his replacement as a justice, but his replacement as the chief justice.

Also, I just had really good cake.

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September 01, 2005

General Information Post

Few things.

I've been too upset to blog about Katrina and it's aftereffects. There are so many people out there that have wonderful things to say, and of the links I have are to ones who are doing good.

Stop the ACLU vs Insta: I think STACLU is silly. Not necessarily as an organization, but for reacting that strongly to a comment by someone who has actually worked with them. I think that they have done the occasional good deed, though they are getting over the top and don't focus enough on real issues.

This weekend, I'll be headed (back) up to NH, as it is my birfday on Sunday. You may all wish me good things in the comments. So the light-to-nonexistant blogging shall continue.

Carry on.

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August 22, 2005

Yeah, I know.

I should post more.

But I'm tired and on vacation. So I'll be back strong in a week or so.

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August 16, 2005

Sorry, readers

So, my trip back up to NH hit a snag.

Namely, weather.

Did anyone in the NorthEast notice the sheets of rain coming down on Sunday? Hmm?

I was driving in that. The highway was a lake, the visibility nil, and the other drivers stupid.

All in all, an 8 hour trip. Should have been 5.

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August 13, 2005

Traveling

I'm going to Warped Tour today.

Have to go get ready.

Yes, I'm bringing my camera.

Email me if you're going and maybe we can meet up.

Have to go get ready now.

Byebye.

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August 11, 2005

Running around

I'm headed off to NYC today, driving down. Just me and doggie. I'll be going to Warped Tour on Saturday with a few people, including Jason from Eye Dream Awake. Not sure whether he or I will be taking photos...he's better at it and has a better camera at the moment.

Either way, I still need to post photos from the game, and I will once I get off my lazy ass.

The things need to be resized, and I hate doing that.

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August 08, 2005

Phew

I'm back. That was amazing, and I thank you all for following along with me.

I'm headed off in a few to pick up mia from her grooming and then I get to go to the Sox/Rangers game tonight.

Yay for game! I promise I'll take photos.

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August 01, 2005

Roadtripping

I'm headed off to Loverly New Hampshire(tm) tomorrow afternoon. I'll be blogging up a storm once I'm there, but the prep work to get there has been tiring. Combine that with the blood loss mentioned in the last entry, and I'm rather tired with very little energy for news, blogs, or writing.

Sorry about that, I know everyone is sitting on the edges of their seats, checking back multiple times a day, to see what's going on in my measley little life.

I'll also post reviews of the Harry Potter books as I read them. I read the first three a while ago, but am only now getting to the fourth. Guess I should speed up a bit.

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July 31, 2005

Warning, this is going to disturb you

It probably should have been upsetting, seeing actual blood vessels sticking out from underneath my ripped toenail earlier.

It wasn't.

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July 30, 2005

Your call is important to us, please stay on the line and someone will be with you shortly.

I've been wandering around the city today. Got The Boy a new pair of jeans, which he desperately needed, and had some decent cheap sushi at Go Sushi in the West Village.

Then he went off with his best friend to PS1 to check out girls and maybe enjoy the music, and I came home.

I'm a bit distracted today. Picked up Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire yesterday, been reading it through. I'd read the first three, but not 4 or 5, so I figured I'd catch up.

Anyway, I get home, unlock door #1, check mail, unlock door #2 (brownstone...means I have good security) and started up the stairs to my second floor apartment.

Well, I tried. My foot didn't make it, and it smashed into the step.

Well, smashed is the wrong word. Let's just say I'm laying in bed, typing this on my laptop, with my foot elevated on pillows so as to minimize the blood loss. I was left with about two-thirds of my toenail. Not counting the white bit at the end.

Um...ow? Not so much fun. I'm going to feed myself water and sugar to build my blood levels back up and read Harry Potter. Maybe take something for the pounding that is my foot.

Yeah, ow. I'm a moron.

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July 29, 2005

Vanishing act

Sorry I haven't been around today, I was in Central Park playing with two of the cutest girls I've ever known.

C is 4.5, will be 5 in November. Her sister, S, is 14 months.

C saw Willy Wonka and loved it.

Guess my analysis that it's not good for kids is wrong...

Learn something new every day.

(No, I'm not discussing the Manny trade. I refuse to admit that it could happen. When it does happen, I'll have a nice big blowup about it.)

So now I'm sweaty, dirty, tired, and...well, no longer hungry or thirsty, but definitely ready to collapse.

All in all, a great day.

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July 18, 2005

Hullo all

I'm back in NYC. Blogging to resume tomorrow.

G'night.

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July 16, 2005

Blogging from NH

I've been up since 4am. I'm exhausted, and a bit tipsy on some very good prosecco. And yet here I am, blogging for you people.

And you don't even comment.

Except Jason and Alex. But they don't count.

The Sox lost to the Yankees tonight.

The Yankees suck.

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July 09, 2005

Twisted

Sara and I will be going to Warped Tour on August 13th.

If you would like to join us, make it a group event, drop a line in the comments or email kat -atspamsucks- karukeion -dotspamsucks- com.

You must have a high tolerance for stupidity, dust, cigarette smoke, loud music, stupidity, sarcasm, random fits of giggling, and, oh yeah, stupidity.

Hey, I'm intelligent. Doesn't mean I'm smart =D

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July 04, 2005

Antagonizing

Do people here think I'm antagonizing?

What would you do if antagonized by a poster on a message board?

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Happy 4th!

FIREWORKS!

But why the fuck are they having Mariah Carey and Donald Trump? What happened to the fireworks of my childhood?

Now they start.

Boston maybe doesn't have as many, but I think they coordinate the fireworks better with the music. Maybe cause they're right over the POPS shell.

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July 03, 2005

Weekend stuff

Is anyone going to be watching the fireworks tomorrow? I may or may not be watching them from the roof of a building on Orchard St, but if I don't, I'd be interested in watching them from another roof. I've done the Alphabet City thing, the Seaport thing, the Midtown thing...Looking for something new.

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Maybe it's time for me to change my sig on message boards...

Got the below in the NYYRC weekly email.

Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe, to assure the survival and success of liberty.
--John F. Kennedy

Terrorist attacks can shake the foundations of our biggest buildings, but they cannot touch the foundation of America. These acts shattered steel, but they cannot dent the steel of American resolve.
--George W. Bush

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July 02, 2005

Holiday

It's a holiday weekend. Go enjoy the sun.

There's nothing to see here, and if there was, no one would say anything anyway.

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July 01, 2005

Black

The sometime guest author on this blog, Sara, lost a very good friend of hers when his convoy was attacked in Iraq.

We are all in mourning for a wonderful man and brilliant father.

RIP.

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June 29, 2005

Nope, never a break.

Not a one.

Come ON people, where the hell are the comments? I want feedback! Feedback junkie! Feed Me!

I dreamt last night that I was crawling through the ductwork of a cruise ship, trying to escape. But the people I was trying to escape are people I know very well in real life.

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June 27, 2005

Guess I named the site accurately...

You Are From Mercury

You are talkative, clever, and knowledgeable - and it shows. You probably never leave home without your cell phone! You're witty, expressive, and aware of everything going on around you. You love learning, playing, and taking in all of what life has to offer. Be careful not to talk your friends' ears off, and temper your need to know everything.

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June 22, 2005

Blogmap

This doesn't really work too well, but here's my blogmap:

(CODE IS SHIT, NO LONGER HERE)

Via IFOC.

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Yeah. No more of these stupid little applets. They suck. It didn't even have me mapped right...showed me in the middle of the Harlem River.

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June 19, 2005

Thpppppppt

Whoever thought that the combination of Midol and Imitrex would make one hale and hearty and able to do work is a moron.

I like that word. Moron. And imbicile. Though I always say that with a French accent. Hazard of 6+ years of French class, plus a summer in France.

Love the country, hate the people.

Bounce.

Bounce.

BOING!

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Father's Day

I don't know that I can post a father's day entry without getting very emotional, teary, and upset. So I may leave it for now.

Oh, the reason? He Who Is My Daddy passed on more than a decade ago.

I'll see you later. Can't do this now.

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June 17, 2005

Ugh

WARNING: This will probably be a TMI post. Leave now, or forever be scarred by the horror that is being a woman.

I'm PMSing. Like a bitch.

Except this time, I'm not a bitch. I'm an emotional puddle of goo.

It doesn't help that some of my best friends are moving from the city to CT. Or that I read this. Or the little kitty down the block from me.

I'm crying at everything, wanting to just hide from the world for the next week or two, and hoping that nothing truly tragic happens, because if it does, I'm screwed.

So I'll try to get some political posts up this weekend to distract myself. I think I'll be at the gym a whole lot too.

Go read something snarky. Why are you still here? Go hit one of the links over there on the side.

Bah.

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June 16, 2005

Abandoned Kittycat

There's this beautiful tiny tabby who lives down the street from me.

She wants to be living indoors, but there's a snag in that plan. Her owner moved away and abandoned her. She is so friendly, she just has to see me coming down the street and she dashes over to greet me. She has a sweet little meow and rumbly purr, and loves to just get all kinds of skritches. I don't understand how someone could just go away and leave this darling to the whims of the neighborhood.

My downstairs neighbors, M. and W., have been feeding her. I'm helping out. What I'd like to do is actually adopt her, but she needs to be spayed, vaccinated, and tested before I can do so. I don't have the funds for that kind of vet work.

Here's where my readers come in...if there are any...

Help me. If you know of an organization that will do this for me, in return for volunteer work (I've contacted KittyKind, but I don't know if they have the wherewithall for this if they aren't getting an adoption fee), tell me. If you can donate a few bucks, email me and I'll give you the information. She seems healthy, I don't think she even has fleas.

This little girl is such an amazing cat, it breaks my heart to see her dumped like this. Please, I'm resorting to cyberbegging here, help her.

She had a litter a couple of months ago, all the kittens are adopted out. The father was living in the same apartment, but he spent a lot of time outside and ended up getting hit by a car. She is smart, always just hangs out right in front of her old building, rarely goes under parked cars and never into the street. She's lucky this is a safe residential block with a lot of caring people. But she needs a home. She is fundamentally an indoor kitty and needs the security.

I estimate she's only a couple of years old, probably just out of kittenhood herself, and at this point weighs maybe 6 or 7 pounds.

I'll post a photo as soon as I can get a good one.

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Still waiting on the photo (she seems to be hiding at the moment) but go check out the other beautiful kitties at The Modulator's Friday Ark.

And now the Carnival of the Cats is up at Blog d'Elisson

Enjoy!

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June 14, 2005

The verdict

I really don't care about Jackson. I think he's a pathetic little man who is either simply trying to get publicity, or a true pervert. Either way, any parent who let their kid go near him after the incident in 1993 is a moron and shouldn't have had kids in the first place.

I have no patience for people who hurt kids or give the impression that they're going to hurt kids.

Ditto for cats, but that's another entry.

I've been babysitting for C. since she was 20 months old. I started babysitting her sister, S., when she was 3 weeks old. If they trip on the playground I feel for them. I can't imagine what would happen if either of them was seriously hurt. These girls have my heart.

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There's so much going on...

And so little time for me to discuss it.

I have three or four entries on the back burner, waiting till I have a couple hours free.

This may not happen this week. Or next.

But I'll try to get them up soon.

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June 10, 2005

Would you like toast with that?

I am fried.

Long day.

Emotional.

Weird dreams last night, culminating in a mind-fuck fest. Therapy this afternoon, followed by two hours of dealing with the most intense member of my family in existence.

THEN I decided to go out.

Why?

I don't know. Cause I'm an idiot?

And now, it's 4am, and I'm waiting for my pasta to cook so I can eat it and go to bed.

Oh, and review of Hitchhiker's Guide to follow

Warning: This movie is not for Douglas Adams fans. You thought SW:ROTS was bad? Baby, that has nothing on this. Oy.

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June 04, 2005

T-Shirt Hell

The creator and owner of T-Shirt Hell is Aaron Schwartz. He's not exactly a "friend" of mine, although we are aquaintances.

Apparently he was poisoned. People are morons. Thank God he's alright.

The video is over at CNN.com (although I had to sign up for the "advanced" version of RealPlayer (which sucks fucking ass, thank you very much). Who knows how long it'll be up for...Anyone know of a way of capturing RealPlayer video?

In any case, glad he's ok, his t-shirts kick ass, and in conclusion, people are morons.

UPDATE: Welcome to the people who got here from google, aol, yahoo, altavista, or other search programs. Put up your feet and stay a while. Aaron is fine, and he put worse than hell back up. Which I appreciate, because it shows to all those morons mentioned above that they really are classless fucks.

UPDATE: Welcome to all the Googlers! Go buy some shirts (link above) and show your support for Aaron and everything he's done in the name of free speech. Now. I order you. =P

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June 03, 2005

Sahth Pahk Republican

Check it out. It's me.

Thank you, Planearium.

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May 31, 2005

Restarting

I used to have another blog. I don't know how many of my current readers were readers of the other one, but it would be interesting to see if I get linked for the same reasons.

That one was Saoirse na hOige (Freedom of Youth) at saoirse.oige.net. That site no longer exists, and the domain has been eaten up by one of those fuckwads known as domain resellers. I don't particularly feel like paying them a hundred bucks to get my domain back.

Which is too bad, cause I'd love to have a photoblog over there.

I find it interesting to think about the entries I had over there vs what I write over here. This is a lot more personal, a lot less political. I've grown up a bit in the last couple of years, settled down, and I'm starting to appreciate the wisdom of never staying the same.

Many people I know tout change. They go on and on about how wonderful it is to never stay the same, but in the process, they remain the same people in the same situations. The only thing that changes is whether or not they are following this cause or that cause. They never really grow up. Constantly struggling for the next slogan, the next job, the next meal. Although many of them are older than I am, they act as if they're still in high school or college. Expecting certain things to be taken care of for them. Expecting a certain level of childishness to be allowed. Occasionally I stop talking to one of these people for a while, only to come back later and find while I have grown up, matured, taken responsibility, they have simply stagnated.

Here I am, trying to break out of the chains that have held me - poverty, political blindness, health problems and concerns, and having moved out of my parent's house when I was 19. There they are, complaining about the same things - Bushitler, the lack of morals in our world, the war, how they hate their well-paying jobs, members of the other political party, their teachers not being political enough, and worst of all, bitching about their families.

There is no comparison, and those who stand there, in Union Square, in Washington Square, in Times Square, in Central Park, yelling and waving signs, are only making fools of themselves while they hinder the rest of us in our journey through life.

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May 30, 2005

Something Interesting This Way Comes

Click the image to make bigger. Check out the search strings.

I'll have to keep an eye on this.

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May 27, 2005

Rumors, Unsubstantiated

Johnny Depp may have considered buying the house I grew up in.

Yes, I know most of the people quoted in that article. Hopkinton is a TINY town people. Something like 2500 people.

Mary Cowan was my next-door-neighbor when I was a kid. She's also the one who sold my house originally, and has it on the market now. Hopefully it stays on just long enough for me to buy it.

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The Long, Hot, Memorable Days of Summer

This weekend reminds me of high school. The weather, the sun, the sounds of kids playing in the park across the street...

I went to a small high school. One with only 65 kids 9-12 and 160ish kids K-12. We all knew each other, and if one was ostracized at any point, that person would probably remain on the outside until either graduation or transfer happened. The other side of that coin was that once people decided they liked you, you were set for the rest of your teenage years.

I was the first, my sister was the second. Amazing differences within the same family produced the outgoing, company-loving, wanting-to-be-liked-by-everybody me and the shy, not-sure-how-to-make-friends little sister.

Oddly enough, she was the one with all the friends. Or maybe not so oddly. But I'm getting off-track here. And using way too many hyphens.

My favorite memory from HS was a simple one (aren't they all?). A Tradition.

I drove to school every day. More accurately, I carpooled with a couple other people. A girl from one town over, myself, my sister (once she started going to the school) and another girl from the city nearby. Ok, not so much a city as a large town. But we called it the city. So it was.

Getting back to the point. Yes. Ok. So we carpooled. And this was NH, so it was Cold And Wet all winter and most of the spring. So when there was a warm day, when the dirt road the school was on wasn't muddy and filled with potholes (or even if it was, we'd ignore it) we'd pop a cassette in the player (yes, I'm old, get over it) and fast-forward to the right song.

When it came blaring out of the speakers, windows down, flying over the bumps, hills, potholes, and whathaveyou of an old dirt road in Middle-of-Nowhere, NH, we felt invincible. Like anything could happen. We were emerging from our cocoons to enjoy the sun, the breeze, the smells and sounds of the world coming alive.

Oh, what was the song? Sweet Home Alabama. Perfect.

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May 26, 2005

Weekend

This is going to be an interesting weekend.

Some good friends of mine (the ones with the two girls I babysit) are moving to CT on June 3rd. This means I only get to see them occasionally.

I need to buy the youngest her birthday present. No idea what to get her. Probably end up picking up a Maurice Sendak book for when she's older. Pair it with one of the stuffed monsters from Where The Wild Things Are.

My mom is coming down to the city for the weekend. It's also my uncle's birthday, so we'll be celebrating that. Need to get him a present/card.

Need to pay bills. Have no money. Being poor sucks.

Won't hear from CUNY for another month. Waiting sucks.

I'm trying to finish up a video game (Kingdom Hearts) which has me in its clutches.

AND...

The most major event of the weekend...THE SOX PLAY THE YANKEES!

GO SOX!

KICK THEIR ASSES!

YANKEES SUCK!

I love you all and I love the Passionfruit.

(If you know what that means, email me. We may have a lot in common. If you don't, you won't get it. Inside joke.)

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May 19, 2005

Redux

Up too early. Again.

I'm going back to bed. Need sleep. Haven't slept much in the past week, and really need to get some rest before I overdose on caffeine.

Mmmmm...Caffeineted hallucinations...

Maybe I should change the name of my blog...

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May 18, 2005

I am NOT a morning person

It's way too early to get up.

I think I'll go back to sleep when I get to work.

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May 17, 2005

It's always worth it...

To post something just so people know you still exist.

I am so morbid. Further examples of this will come shortly. Or longly. Or something.

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May 10, 2005

He who does everything for me...

Thinks he doesn't do enough.

This is amazing.

I am incredibly lucky.

Now, all I need is a kitten or two, and my life is set.

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Why Now?

I feel like crap.

Either allergies or illness has overtaken me.

I'll return when recovered.

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May 08, 2005

Writing Issues

Something I've noticed lately as I wander around the blogosphere, reading and commenting on various sites is just how varied the writing styles are. You have, on one end, Sissy Willis, who writes these long, beautiful essays punctuated with stunning photos. Another style is Laurence Simon, who's humor and "Ask The Cats" section is the place to go for insightful commentary on Israel and the UN. Or get a good laugh out of one of his other "Is Full Of Crap" sites.

Continuing on my travels, I come across Michele Catalano, who tends to address some of the same conflicts I end up having with myself. She also runs Idol Tongues, a guilty pleasure blog for intelligent fans of American Idol. She is also a member of the Darkside, but that's a whole other story.

Karol is someone I found recently, but I've enjoyed the discussions I've had on her site and look forward to being able to meet her. We apparantly have a mutual aquaintance, which was discovered a few days ago.

What is the point to all of this?

I'm questioning my writing skills. I'm not sure what I have is up to the caliber I expect from myself and from those I read. And those who read me most likely are feeling that there should be something more to this site. Something insightful, something more than just pissing away time on a website.

I'm going to probably explore this extensively over the next week or so, mostly out of public view. I'll do my best to start writing more interesting bits.

Off I go now, looking for intellectual integrity.

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Happy Mother's Day

Yet again, Mother's Day has crept up on us.

Every year I agonize over what to get.

I usually end up sending an E-card. One that makes me laugh.

Although last year, I sent flowers...I think...

I can never remember.

But every year, I call her (if she's at home, and not in the City with me) and wish her a Happy Mother's Day.

Every year, we have a long conversation about random things.

Wait, we do that almost every day.

I guess the card is what makes it different.

Anyway, Happy Mother's Day to all those mothers out there. Enjoy.

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May 03, 2005

Movies I will or won't see

I have now seen Sin City twice. I am willing to see it a third time.

I believe that says it all.

Kindom of Heaven - Not gonna see it. Reason? Here. (Via LGF.)

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April 04, 2005

Birthdays and Getting Older

It was one of the more interesting birthday parties I went to. There are many pictures, some of which might be somewhat embarrassing to certain parties.

Yes, they will all be posted. As soon as I get them off my camera.

I may or may not name all the parties involved, although I can say that the other author on this blog was there, and succeeded in the game of "throw bits of napkin down kat's shirt".

She won, the guys didn't. Then it turned into a full-fledged war. Not sure who won that, but it kicked ass. And we didn't get kicked out of the bar.

Oh yeah. We were drunk. Good times, my friends, good times.

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April 03, 2005

Incomprehensable Religion

It amazes me that a religion which puts so much emphasis on spirit, soul, and afterlife, displays their leader's body for all to fawn over.

Yet another example of why I have nothing to do with The Church.

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March 30, 2005

Bears and Dogs

There is something so sad about discarded children's toys.

Even Mia thinks so.

There's a story here somewhere. I'm gonna go look for it, and return later.

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March 24, 2005

Mass Transit is for Sissies.

I'm away for the weekend. Drove with family to see other family. May or may not post something later today or later this weekend.

Enjoy the holiday!

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March 23, 2005

Stormy Weather

It's snowing.

It's March fucking 23rd, and it's fucking snowing.

Can this get any worse?

Oh...right. The meat for my stew is refusing to defrost.

This sucks.

Anyone have a good stew recipe for 1lb of beef and .5lbs of lamb? I'm flying by the seat of my pants here, and wouldn't mind some guidance.

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March 22, 2005

Idol Chatter

I'm joining in the comments over at Idol Tongues. Come. Join. Submit your snarky comments about the contestants wasting our time.

No, we're not obsessed. I swear.

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Music and Late Nights

I call upon SARA, the other author of this blog, to tell us about the night out she had. She saw a great band and must tell all.

Not to mention she should introduce herself and start ranting. That is what this is for, after all.

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March 21, 2005

The Horror of Schools

Was flipping around the usual suspects earlier. Came across the following.

Student Kills Grandparents, 7 at School

When I was a Junior in HS, the Columbine shooting happened. A few years before, I had been part of an exchange with a JrHigh school out near Denver. Each of us stayed with a student. The day of the shooting, they interviewed a bunch of the kids. One of those students was on the TV. She said her boyfriend was still inside.

He was killed.

He was someone I knew. Danced with at their semi-formal. Typical preppy skater kid. Cute. Funny.

And then dead.

I was never so freaked as I was that day. I had known loss. But to be confronted with it, to see maps of the school with a little red dot to mark where he died...Nothing could compare.

And to know that there was someone I knew out there who lost him without being able to say goodbye...

This kid was laughing. He LAUGHED while he waved the guns around.

There is no forgiveness for that. Not from me.

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Circles have no beginning

So here we are. A new blog.

I realized last night that as appropriate as this name is for me, there was one that would have been better. I may migrate this to that, if I feel the need.

In the meantime, here we are.

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