Rock Haus

Guess who got a scanner for Xmas?

Actually it's one of these babies. Dad's got an earlier one that I puttered with at great length when I was home back in October and it's perfect for my current needs. That's not to say I don't still lust after one of these, but for now...

Above is a picture I took about 12 years ago in New York. Yes, it's upside down. Yes, I like it that way.

I'm glad to be home, without going in to all the gorey details, Christmas was fairly awful. Parents getting old sucks. Being an only child who lives far away from her parents who are getting old sucks more. I'm not going home again without a nice big bottle of vicodin.

Hope y'all have fun plans for NYE, I'll be over at chez Soph, and then possibly migrating over to the Fix later after the Poi Dog show ends....

smooches to all.

I am officially the fattest girl in the world

Ginger snaps.

In other news, I am totally crushing on Adam Savage from Mythbusters. He is my new secret boyfriend.

My current mantra: In 48 hours I will be drunk in Chicago.

RIP

James Brown died today

further calorie therapy...

Oatmeal raisin walnut.

Sanity maintenance through baking..

Almond biscotti with crystalized ginger.

I really hate christmas. really really really. I want to go home, where it can just be me, my only child guilt, and quiet....sweet sweet quiet.

Go go speedracer grandma.

That's grandma, in the sidecar.

fa la la la fucking la la....

Did you miss me?

So yeah it's been a couple of weeks. Meant to blog many times, on many exciting topics, such as (in no particular order): The importance of saying please and thank you...screwy chicago weather...weird dreams...the virtues of snogging on a couch into the wee hours with a soundtrack of Journey and Boston...walking up feeling horribly close to death...those giant inflatable Xmas lawn ornaments make your house look like a used car lot and are tacky as all fucking get out, but that still doesn't justify hooligan adolescents vandalizing other people's property...the disorganized clusterfuck that is US Airways (or US Scare, as dad likes to call it)... interviewing for a job you really want, having the interview go really well, being told of over 200 applicants you were one of 6 chosen to interview and you STILL don't get the fucking job...the realization that i have to get some private health insurance and pull a way to pay for it out of my ass because I'm officially too old to have gone this long without having a physical and at this point I'm pretty convinced I'm rotting from the inside out...fuck christmas...I'm getting really fat, I need to lose 30lbs, I think I'm gonna take a low impact water aerobics class at the park district...a couple of hours drinking bourbon and listening to old jazz with my dad is not the worst way to spend an evening.

However, that's quite a  list...that would make for the longest blog ever.

So to summarize:

People in general are really fucking rude.

It's too warm out to be this time of year

I'm glad my dreams aren't prophetic (well, except for that one dream...although it wasn't the same the conclusion was equally satisfactory...

I'm too young to feel this old

I need to lose some weight before I end up bedridden and covered in a sheet since mumu's don't come in 11X and I am subjected to the additional horror of Richard Simmons stopping by to hold my hand and cry and tell me i'm beautiful and he loves me.

I hate hate hate job hunting

This about covers my attitude towards Christmas this year (wmv file)

I don't need a shaq-fuing wrist strap, I'm a man dammit.

Last night, rather than grudgingly trudge off to work a show, I instead got all tarted up and went to Miss A's place for a turkey dinner. I would have to say that an evening with people I love, some of whom I've known for the better part of 20 years beats spending the evening being abused by concertgoers.

Along the same vein of Miss Lis as social animal who DOESN'T work EVERY damn night (this past week at least) Thursday night, I braved the frigid temps to go for dinner at Laschet. Initially the plan had been to have dinner and then off home since both I and my dining partner had early mornings ahead. Midnight found us having moved to the bar and downing pints of Spaten. The food was excellent, the company nifty, overall more than worth the trip out in the cold and the miserable following morning.

I haven't much else to comment on...I'm off to bed.

discrimination matron of honor

Been slim pickings over here at the RockHaus postwise, but there's not been a lot to say.

To update:

Mum - spent several days in hospital again, she went in last week for a rather unpleasant test only to be given an antiobiotic to which she had a massive allergic reaction, so they kept her in for a few days of observation. She's home now and feeling better.

Show  - pared down my selections to 4, printing up at fullframe 11x14 to be framed and matted in 16x20, goal is to have it done by the end of the week. Considering I'm working every day this week, both jobs tonight wednesday and friday,interesting. I made the decision to pare down the set because I didn't want to feel like I was putting up half assed stuff. I definitely want to pursue the guitar pictures more, but for now I'm just gonna put up cars. There's and empty wall at the Fix with my name on it and I gotta move.

Job(s) - Saturday was my last concert, I decided the pittance I get paid just wasn't worth the aggravation, and I didn't want to be roped into working the Poi Dog show on NYE - I'd sooner stay home alone with my cat and a fresh batch of Netflix. I have a temp assignment thru the 14th, which is enabling me to take a few nights off from B&V. Otherwise, nothing exciting to report.

In other news:

Yesterday was Miss Sarah's annual holiday brunch which culminated in several of us sitting on her kitchen floor, grazing on snacky foods,downing several bottles of plonk, and engaging in conversation that could be best described as ribald.. Mrs Kate dropped off Mrs Bridget and I and I proceeded to sit around with her and the Mister and drink a good bit more. This wreckless behaviour resulted in this morning being a giant bag of SUCKS ASS. I tried to get someone to work for me tonight...to no avail, and now here I sit until I'm sprung at 10:30. Feh.

I got my computer from RU finally - the jerks in the tech department weren't answering my emails, yet they cashed my cheque. I finally had to call P the production manager and send him after them. Since I've been so busy and didn't even have any real downtime over the weekend, it sits on the floor next to my other computer and does nothing. I'm hoping tomorrow night to take a crack at linking the two...if anything, I have a few days off after this assignment ends, and before I go home for Xmas.

I really hate that tonight rather than go straight home to bed I instead have to go straight home and do some laundry, otherwise tomorrow I won't be able to dress in a manner that even approaches respectable.

The shots I took for GirlMetro are up

I need to get a job ASAP, not only because, well, I need a job, but I decided I want to move next year. I've had it with basement living and the guilt that comes with knowing your getriatric cat is living out her golden years with no sunbeams to bask in, and nothing to look at out the window besides a wall and the occasional big fat rat trundling by . I'm *hoping* to take over Mr. and Mrs. Kate's place when they move out in April...fingers crossed. Not only would I have a separate bedroom (with both north and west facing windows!!), but also a studio area! I would have room to paint again, were the mood to strike...and the kitchen, with a full sized  stove with an oventhat WORKS, and a PANTRY. Oh it's almost too wonderful to contemplate.

Misc. random:

Did I mention while I was home I came to discover that Hudson has a tattoo parlour?

I'm not a fan of fur coats in general, but men who wear them look particularly stupid.

 

Should I photoshop out the cable running across the top of the picture above?

Fucking BRRRRRRR