Rock Haus

I barely knew ye..

It would appear that my house guest has evacuated the premises.  After not seeing the little fellow around for a week or so (and for a second there he was getting BOLD boy howdy I'll tell ya!) the D-Con remains untouched, and a thorough search behind the couch has revealed no corpses or leavings of any description...

So for now I'll just believe he's gone.  A smart decision on his part, really, after all, why would any mouse want to stay in a small flat with a cat in it? I mean - *I* know the cat is 15 years old, lazy, well fed, and easily distracted by shiny objects and exciting rustling noises, but the mouse doesn't know that.  My theory is he moved across the hall into the apartment that emits strange smells and houses the scary guy...or, perhaps he somehow got into the wall, through some small opening that escaped my attention...And that's fine...he can live in the walls all he wants, I just don't want him in here stealing Napoleons Iams - that shit's expensive.

Am making soup again today...I'm thinking potato and broccoli...or perhaps potato and mushroom...I can't decide...I love soup.

Am I the only one?

The only one who wants to run screaming from the room every time they air that Starburst ad that rips off the Lionel Richie "Hello" video?

jeezy creezy.  Gives me the horrors.

And don't bother clicking that "continue reading" link, there's nothing more to see here and I can't make it go away.

mmmm. Soup.

Lately, I've been trying to be less wasteful with produce.  I'l go and buy all these veggies with the noblest intentions of eating them all, but then after a couple of days of healthy eating, something will come along to distract me from cooking at home for a couple of days (or I say fuck this, I want something deep fried)  After a couple of days, vegetables re-visited are less than appealing...they're a little wilted, a little less than comely...they're still edible, but you just don't WANT to eat them anymore...I'll ignore them for a week or so, and then - well then they're half way to becoming kim-chi, and I throw them all away.  Instead of this, what I've been doing is making them into vegetable stock.  I then freeze the stock in 2 cup containers, and then I'm all set, whenever I want to make soup (which is often, with the weather we've had).  Tonight I made Curried Potato Leek Soup  (I skipped the spinach, but will probably add it next time) - it's rocking my socks right off.  AND, I have leftovers.

Sigh...

I was very excited when I saw that Craig Fergusson was to be the new host of the Late Late Show.  I loved him as Mr Wick on Drew Carey, and also enjoyed him in Saving Grace, and The Big Tease...then there's that Scottish accent that's just dreamy and makes me come over all swirly...but I have to say - as a host - not funny.  It makes me sad.

I was also very excited when I saw that Hugh Laurie would be on a new show called House.  I finally got to see it last night when I had the night off...again, it makes me sad.  I love Hugh Laurie as an actor, he gets my inner Anglophile's motor running, with his delicious, unadulterated Britishness (oh yeah baby  - tell me how you take your tea...say it slooooowly..that's right..)  Which is why I fail to understand why the powers that be, instead of just letting him be British on the show, elected instead to employ the services of a dialect coach - I missed the first few episodes, so if anyone out there has seen it and knows of some very important critical to the plot reason why he MUST be American- Please do let me know. Listening to him in this show is excruciating, and what really gets up my nose is that the other guy on the show (the supposed hearthrob guy (who really, is merely generically pretty - but I think I may be fairly lonely in my feeling that Hugh Laurie is the hottie) is English. For fucks sake.

Should we find ourselves in Seattle, Hamstress and I had better mind our P's and Q's

It would seem our innocent bar room banter could get us in trouble.

Swiped from Twinkle Twinkle Blah Blah Blah etc...

It is dark and cold, and entirely too early for any decent person to be awake.

At least, as I dress myself for work, I have warm and soft cashmere sox - received in the post on Saturday from Molly Goatwax.  Thanks love!

Weekend was a weekend.  It snowed, a LOT.  Friday night I was forced - FORCED I tell you, to go out after work with well, the entire B&V staff essentially, to Mi Tierra for pitchers of margeritas.  Fortunately for me and my poor sprained arm, I couldn't stay long as I had J.'s paycheque that I picked up for him and had to go meet up with him at Matilda.  We had a couple of drinks together, and then he continued on to Neo, and I decided to be a faintly respectable young lady (as opposed to whore of Babylon, which is my usual MO when imbibing tequila) and went home.  Saturday night was work again, this time Mr. Chris and Miss Bridget came, Silent Ron was also supposed to be there but he has the plague...or so he says...personally *I* think he was just out with his OTHER FRIENDS. Last night was dinner and a movie at Miss Sarah's house.  I made a cheeseball, and Miss Sarah now loves me more than she ever thought possible...

Now I dress and go to work. Hooray.

Check it.

Should you find yourself sitting around on sunday afternoon  with a decent internet connection and nothing to keep you entertained, got to www.uicradio.ws and check out Rock n Roll Reckin' Ball - "Playing the finest in all things Rock n Roll - Punk, Metal, Garage, Mod"...  Hosted by Rob, one of the fine individuals I work with @ B&V - I haven't yet had a chance to check it out  - but I can vouch for the guys ability to make a kick ass mix CD. I believe the fun starts at 1pm (central time).

You know, sometimes an entry AND an entry TITLE is just too much fucking pressure.

After knocking around the house for a couple of hours I finally dropped off to sleep again this morning some time around 5:30, only to be rudely awakened by my alarm at 6.  I'm quite tired. Yes I am.

But today had bright spots, nonetheless!

It was a balmy 30-something degrees out today, so walking to the train and back wasn't an exercise in "dodge the frostbite".

AND

Some of you out there, I may have at one point discussed shopping with,  and the difficulties in shopping when one is a 6ft plus  woman with a 36 inch inseam.  I may have mentioned over 10 years ago now, I found the perfect black dress pant - DKNY, perfect fit, more than long enough, $50 at TJMaxx. I didn't buy them. AND THEY HAVE HAUNTED ME EVER SINCE (now I know the way I abuse my clothes, there's no way I would still have these pants, but I could at least have fond memories of them*). Seriously, I've never found a pair that were long enough since**, until today - Nordstroms Rack, perfect fit, wool pants, un-hemmed but room to spare, no friggin pleats.  I'm so pleased and I had just enough left over on my credit to get them free and clear. Woo!

In othe news: My longtime e-pal Simon has finally started a blog. He should have done this ages ago, since he is far wittier than I and a good 90% of the rest of the blogs out there.  Check out The Okay Samaritan.

I now leave you and head on over to B&V - woo!

*Insert montage of images of me wearing perfect black pants, laughing, singing, dancing, having lots of sex...my life would have been so much better had I only had those pants. (Soundtrack - Somewhere Over the Rainbow, as covered by Me First and the Gimme Gimmes).

**And don't get me started on supposed *tall* sizes offered - it's complete bunk, they're usually a 32, or MAYYYYYBE a 34, and TallGals store, as I may have mentioned before, caters to the middle aged badly dressed woman with a paunch, 40 inch legs, and a waist located directly below her bustline.  Now I may be high waisted and have what one could, maybe, if one were feeling kind, call a paunch (although I personally like to call it a big ole gut) but I'm nowhere near ready to wear these flaws like a friggin medal. So up yours, TallGals!

maladjusted

So in the last couple of weeks I'd eased gently into a cycle of sleeplessness that involved being up until anywhere form 6-9 in the morning, and then sleeping through till 3 or so.  Clearly with the whole working during civilised hours, this is no longer an option.

Yesterday morning, despite limited sleep, got myself outta bed, showered and dressed and in the loop on time (I know other people do this every day - fuck off).  Came home,  ate dinner, watched Gilmore Girls, fell asleep  on the sofa some time around 9:30.  Am now wide awake at 3:30....SON OF A BITCH.

Fucking BRRR

Yeah, it's cold out. Reeeeally motherfuckinggoddammitmytitsaregonnafalloff cold.

Tomorrow I start the temp gig.  Having spent a long time doing little to nothing with my time, save a few days of temp work here and there, the adjustment between working about 22 hours, 5 days a week, to working about 55 hours, 6 days a week, should be fun.  I welcome the change however.  maybe I'll finally start getting my shit together. I've had an awful lot of fun for the past (many) months, but really. Time to start the slow extraction of my head from my ass.

So off to bed I go