Giddy Girlie

What is it you say? One man. Dead Kennedys covers. The whole Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables album. On accordian. Seriously, it's SOOO good. You have to hear it. No really, trust me. Just trust me. There's also an all-strings version of California Uber Alles with the Punk Rock Orchestra [listen to the clip here] mixed in. Awesome.
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Man, it's really weird the things that I find when I "go through stuff" (which is the Mia cop-out equivalent of cleaning house). We rearranged the living room furniture and I decided to turn a cabinet full of "miscellaneous" (= trash) into a craft supply cupboard.

Some of the mightily odd things that I found :

• Sony Discman circa 1990 -- does not work [even with new batteries] but I still don't have the heart to throw it away
• Homer Simpson talking beer coaster (I hate this thing, by the way) that says "mmmm beer" when you set your drink down. Or place it on a table. Or bump the table. Or throw it in the trash.
• A letter from G when he was in jail [long story, a whole 'nother blog post]
• roll of film - circa ??? - this should be interesting. Maybe the long lost Turks & Caicos photos??
• sparkly gold pipe cleaners -- where the HELL did these come from??
• easter candy (mostly tootsie rolls and Big Hunks)
• Target shopping bag with 2 t-shirts that I have no memory of purchasing and no desire to keep -- one has a donkey in KISS make-up and it says "kiss my" and then a picture of the donkey. Any takers? It's a men's medium. The other is robin's egg blue with a picture of Manny, Moe, and Jack -- women's large. Free to a good home.

Also "throw away, throw away, throw away the trash" is a line from a song that is sang by The Kids of Widney High who are a musical group composed of special ed. teens that used to sometimes perform at the local ska shows. I don't know why it's stuck with me all these years... but every time someone tells says "throw away trash" I automatically think of it. Funny how the brain works.

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today, I can barely overcome my addiction to these Chocolate Enigma cookies from Trader Joe's. You think you'll just eat one, maybe two, and then you realize that you've had eight. They're the lightest little tasty treat... I just love 'em.

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in 3 days, my 'boy' is leaving. his 2nd trip on an airplane. 1st international trip. 13 pieces of foreign language, including "donde esta el bano?" which will be of NO use to him in the jungle. I'm worried for him, it's a scary world out there -- especially for an unseasoned traveler who's heading out alone. The Red Alert has been lifted, so he should be safe, and he'll see a million beautiful and wonderful things, but still I worry... he's my boy!

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if you're NOT buying these, you're a dork

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Also, how much do you love the pig races?! (thanks to my sis for taking the video -- that's her cute laugh you hear)

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• the Awareness Day show went really well. Everyone showed up (and nearly on time too!) and we had very few hiccups... we managed to raise a little bit of money and hopefully a lot of awareness too
• The lovely Lady V came to the show -- quite unexpected! I haven't seen her in a few years and I just wanted to cry that there she was, in the flesh! It was sooo good to see her again and to find out what a small world it is -- she works with the wife of Ryan's editor (who we know from the Conventions). I even got to meet Divaluxe who makes the most beautiful hairpieces [which Miss V models] that I covet and yet am waaaaaaay too nerdy to actually wear.
• Nick Oliveri was nicer than I could have expected. His wife (girlfriend?) even came up to me after the show to say that she and Nick wanted to donate money -- um, he waived the booking fee for his band to play at our little dive bar and drew a big crowd -- I think that's plenty!
• Yesterday we went to the Fair and saw my collections -- guess who won Third Place? HELL YES I DID!! I have pictures to post (maybe tonight).
• Today I reconnected with my old bestiest friendliest pal, M. I am soooo glad to be back in touch with her. Now I just have to find time with all the wedding planning stuff [the one that I am in, not her wedding] to squeeze in dinner with her and her squeeze! I love the innernets... finding all your old pals and bringing you back together.
• My feet feel like 1,000 tiny spears are ripping them apart. Something about standing on cement floors for 12 hours at a stretch just doesn't jive with my feet. hmm.... I wonder why. At least I was smart enough to wear flats (the infamous creepers) on Saturday, if I would have worn my cutie shoes, I'd be in a psych ward, for yelling at my feet "you bastards! Stop with the aching!!"

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After that, everything else was pretty dull. It was hot today (91 degrees** by 11am) and the humidity is killing me. I hate humidity sooooo much - although I do want to go to VA and see the fireflies! It was so hot that I never left the office for lunch (plus I was dressed all formal-like for this event at the Training Facility with the faulty elevator) or even went downstairs to our in-house cafeteria because our building maintenance group insists that 76 degrees** is a 'comfortable' indoor temperature - not! - and so going up and down stairs = hot girl = irritable girl = grouchy = clonking people with hole punchers. Not a good scene. I did upload my Flickr pictures of the ComicCon, if you're interested in seeing my cleavage or a life-size statue of Ash from Evil Dead.

Tomorrow is the big show at the Anarchy Library -- I hope some of you can make it out. Unfortunately, Will is off slutting it up in NY so he won't be there -- but don't let that deter you! I will still sell you a stolen set of his underpants -- there is still incentive to come out! Plus, it's all for a GOOD cause. I can't say enough how much I believe whole heartedly in the innocence of these 3 guys and how they are being punished for being poor. I read Damien Echol's book just the other night and it is so powerful... mostly for its simplicity. He IS you. And that makes it all the more sad... except he isn't sad. His strength is incredible. If you are open to it, I highly suggest buying the book or donating money to the charity -- they even take PayPal! -- because every dollar makes a difference.

*and I don't mean this in a gross way... I mean I had a new, unwrapped one in my pocket
**for the Canadians in the crowd, this is like 678 degrees Celsius, I think. I can't be bothered to look up a conversion chart right now... I am a lazy American.

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and now the Company has installed a new website blocking device that will pop up every now and then reminding you that "this site has been determined to have NO legitimate purpose at all and you really should clean up all those files on your desk before you even DARE to start googling everything in the known universe, idiot face". *sigh*

now that I know "they" are watching me, I am backing off the daytime emails (oh the humanity!) and such... even though it IS my lunch hour and TOTALLY legit. I still feel like a tard calling up IT and asking them to unblock "girls gone wild" because I have put in 40 hours already and it's barely Thursday and if I want to hear terrible steel drum music and see some wigglin' tits while I eat my breakfast burrito it's my god-given right as an American.

That said, please IM me if you have any really cool news (I don't want to be the last to know!) and look forward to my 11pm comments on your site "dude, sorry i didn't read this before you were soundly sleeping, because i totally could have helped you with that excel file/girlfriend issue/flatulence problem". bleh.

Also, I put all 200-something of my Comic Con pictures on CD and will be using someone else's high speed intraweb access to upload them to Flickr tomorrow. Please come and look at them. And laugh. You'll need to, seriously. Teaser : Ryan w/Princess Leia in the slave costume. Hell yes there are boobs involved.

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• digital camera #1 has 24 pictures on it
• digital camera #2 has 197 pictures on it
• all pictures were taken at the Comic Con
• you go through EIGHT AA batteries, uploading said photographs
• your computer flips you the bird and uploads pictures to Flickr at a rate of six per hour
• you blog about how damn slow your dial-up is and how many geeky pictures you've taken and STILL don't have anything to show for it.

Well, at least I got ONE picture up -- on the banner. I wanted to buy this toy so badly and send it to Styro, but it makes poop sounds and her boyfriend already thinks I am obssessed with feces and send terrible gifts.

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Michael -- grew arms on Tuesday night (yes, in one night!) and by Wednesday was a tiny frog with no tail!!

Michael -- grew arms on Wednesday night (also in one night) and as of last night, his tail was gone and he was climbing out of the water onto the lily pad and sticking to the side of the tank.

David -- has beefy legs, but no arms and still is very much a tadpole. Still eats his spinach, but is noticably bummed that M&M have moved on without him.

THEN, Monday night, Michael #1 died. Why? I have no idea. He was hopping and happy and eating tadpole food and then - dead. I cried.

Last night, I fed the pollywogs and prepped the big terrarium for the last 2. I was going to transfer everyone just before bed, but then I ended up falling asleep on the couch, so when I went to bed I put off the tadpoles until the morning. 2am Ryan wakes me up to ask where I moved the frog, because he's NOT IN THE BOWL*. I leap out of bed (I am functioning on 8 hours sleep in 2 days) and go searching around the laundry room where they were safely kept. We literally searched for an HOUR and no sign of him. We finally came to the conclusion that he hopped into the drain that leads outside and there was no way for us to get him. The only reason that the search ended was because Ruckus thought it would be a good idea to drop head-first behind the washing machine and GET STUCK so that we had to pull it out of the laundry room (it's just a small alcove with pocket doors) to get him out. I dragged myself back to bed, violently sobbing... I can't believe that I lost him!! I feel like such a supreme asshole. I didn't get to sleep until almost 4am, and had to be up at 7. I am dead today and I still feel so incredibly guilty about losing another tank dweller. *sigh*

*I had a standard fishbowl with a lid cover on it -- I have NO idea how he got out.

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I took this same picture, but found it already on Flickr... and lemme tell you that NO ONE calls it like it is quite like Beavis.

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Whew! That's a lot of stuff (although I admit it doesn't look like a lot in print).

I promise I'll be back to making pirate lollipops and moronic jokes soon!

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We're leaving for the Comic Con on Thursday, if you'll be there, call me and we'll hang out! I'll be there 'til late Sunday night (party on comic geeks!!) so look me up - seriously - I can only take so much of this stuff before I have to 'go meet someone' at the bar. I am, however, going to try to find some body cool to do an audio blog post... maybe Ray Bradbury? Edward Furlong? Hal Sparks? If you do come, please note that the "Adventures of Mia" booth is not mine, but I wish it was.

Next weekend, is the WM3 Awareness Day show - here's the new link with all the nationwide info. It's going to be a great time, but it's just a lot of work, since someone put me in charge of wrangling the bands. Aiiiiieeeee!! I'm going to have to buy a light saber at the Con to use to poke and prod everyone "hey you! get on stage NOW!"

Wish me luck everyone -- and I'll catch up with you in a few days!

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We laughed our ASSES off the whole way back. What were they going to do? Kick our asses? Drag us out of the car and beat us up for telling them they drive like idiots? Especially when it's true? We just kept playing out the scene with the Newport PD taking our report "what do you mean you told a Mercedes driver that they are an idiot?? Don't you know ANYTHING about luxury cars and moronic driving rights??"

*XX = 2 different letters, I just don't want them to come back to kill me!

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July 7 was our 4-year wedding anniversary and so we snapped a cheesy picture of ourselves.

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I wasn't really a naughty kid -- just the typical nonsense -- but I do have one vivid memory of the Superman Room. I had lollygagged after school with a group of kids from my class and we were thrilled to have the playground to ourselves. We stayed there for almost an hour after school let out... until someone's mom came looking for us, then we all got busted.

I walked home, back to the Sitter's house (she watched several kids from my school and we were supposed to walk home together, but this day I was the last one in) and on my way I pinched a kumquat off the Neighbor's tree (which we were forbidden to do). I ate it quickly and was trying to rush into the house to wash my hands before I got caught with the fruit and instead I got caught up in a tirade for the next 20 minutes where were you? you could have been kidnapped! dead in a ditch! The lecture only stopped because my dad had come to pick me up -- early and unexpected. The Sitter, of course, relayed the story and my dad agreed to take care of my punishment. At the time, my dad had a motorcycle, so I was spared the car-ride-home-lecture. Once we got home, however, he was at a loss at what to do next -- what to say? I heard the same you could have been kidnapped! dead in a ditch! speech again and then... what now? The whole time, I was totally preoccupied with the fact that he would find out that I ate the kumquat. We'd been scolded so many times by both the Sitter and the Neighbor that I was more afraid of what would happen if they found out! I knew that I wasn't kidnapped or dead in a ditch... I was at the playground. But the fruit! What if they knew?

Not knowing what else to do, my dad sent me first to my room. No, that wouldn't work. Too many toys, books, etc. Go to the Superman Room. For how long? Count all the Superman pictures and then you can go. 120, dad. What? That was too fast! (there were only 6 different Superman pictures -- just count how many times the one shows up, then multiply by 6) No, no, go back. And sit in the corner. Face the corner. But can I go to the bathroom first? (I needed to brush my teeth before he found out about the fruit!) Yes, but then right back to the corner.

So there I sat, staring at Superman, one arm outstretched, flying through the aqua background of the wallpaper. I felt only a slight twinge of apprehension... what would happen when Mom comes home? Will I be grounded? Will she know about the fruit? Will the Sitter know tomorrow? Instead, I sat in the corner, staring at the blurred-edges of the Superman print of the paper for about 10 minutes then was released to play. No mention to Mom. No need. Superman was punishment enough.

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Was this really a 3-day weekend? It went so fast!

This Saturday was the first class in the Summer Art Series that Ryan is teaching at the Cultural Center. I went along for moral support (plus the usual 'roadie' schlepping) and we got everything situated and then... no one showed up! I felt so bad for him. I had my reserves about starting a class on a holiday weekend, but the Center was sure that they'd at least have 4 or 5 kids. Next week should be better. He actually was kind of relieved, because now everything is planned out for next Saturday, with no stress.

Since we got out of there earlier than planned, we went and had a nice breakfast and then went out to the swap meet [last one before the Fair starts*!]. I looked high and low for more of the silly Toilet Signs that everyone liked so much... unfortunately there were no more! Where did they go?? Who bought all the potty signs??

Sunday slipped into the void... I can't think of a single thing accomplished on Sunday, except reading. Oh, and a few more bands added to the WM3 Awareness Day show! Yay!

Yesterday, we spent the day with friends, BBQing and making the most awesome fireworks display EVER. I need to upload the pictures from home, which I will do tonight. We ended up coming home late and I didn't get to sleep until after 1am, so I am tired today and really need a nap.

*2 of my collections were accepted for display -- come by to witness my true nerdishness!

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