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[Feb. 4th, 2010|11:13 am] |
So, it looks like we'll be getting another member of the household in September.
(And by "it looks like", I mean "oh god, I feel sick all the time and am so hungry and tired and I have seven more months of this?") |
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| the newest addition |
[Jun. 21st, 2009|08:34 pm] |
Meet Titus
(here's another photo, and my current favorite)
He's four years old, a boxer mix, and a rescue dog from Lost Dog Rescue. He is the sweetest, calmest boy in the world. This morning, he and ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) mr_mking got up and went for a walk and when they got back, Titus climbed back into bed with me and went back to sleep. A napper after my own heart!
So far he's shown no interest in chewing things or tug of war games or fetching anything, but he likes to jump around and wrestle a little bit, he loves going for walks, and he loves smelling things and making sure every other dog knows where he's been.
Oh, and his full name is Praetorian Titus Canis after the emperor's most loyal guards and a little bit after Titus Pullo (who we met in the series Rome). Thanks to fizzbang for some inspiration with the name.
I expect a million more pictures will probably be posted. He just does the cutest things, and that underbite makes him look scrappy and a little grizzled. |
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| long time no talk |
[Jun. 6th, 2009|02:36 pm] |
So I have this awesome Kitchenaid Stand Mixer (in cranberry, if you were wondering). I want to bake things and learn to use it.
We made ice cream a couple of weeks ago from a kit, which was really awesome.
I know it does all this awesome stuff, but I don't know where to start. (Mason, I am looking at you for advice here, babe.)
Thoughts? |
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| I ride my bike |
[Mar. 13th, 2009|10:57 pm] |
I got a new bike last weekend, a touring bicycle, a pretty olive green Cannondale named Olive Oyl. She's got a rack on the back for the cheapie panniers I already have and for the fancy ones I want to get.
The plan is for bike camping, so I am going to try to find waterproof, ginormous panniers that I can use to carry clothes and food and camping gear. Maybe May, possibly June. I want to go with mr_mking and drspooky and a couple of his friends, and we have to work out a route and schedules and plans and I don't even have a tent!
So I decided that in part of planning for that, I'm going to go on some longer rides more often. Weekends are fine; we went on a 12 mile ride last Saturday after I picked up my new bike. But the best way that I can find is to ride more often, during the week. How can I do that? I can commute!
Turns out there's a trail (the Capital Crescent trail) that goes from Georgetown to Bethesda, just a few blocks from my office. My office is cool with me bringing my bike inside and parking it in the empty cubicle next door. And it is relatively easy for me to get to Georgetown from my house.
I did this once before, on Inauguration Day (because I was not at all going to ride the Metro that day), and it was cold and miserable on my single speed. On my new bike, with gears, with my stuff in panniers instead of strapped to my back? Man, it was like butter. My bike is so smooth and so sweet and I love it. I got to work and even though I was 20 minutes late I was feeling good and feeling happy. I rode home from work and stopped in Dupont Circle to have some beers with some friends and then rode home from there.
I mean, it doesn't seem like a huge step, but I've been, well, not afraid really, but hesitant to ride my bike from DC out to my house because I was afraid of traffic or whatever, and tonight, I just did it.
25.4 miles total today. I'm tired, and I spent almost 3 hours of my day in the process of riding my bike, but I'm happy and I feel good and I'm exercising, and my goal is to do this AT LEAST once a week until I can do it faster door-to-door than the Metro takes (which is 1 hour). That means I'd have to be averaging at least 12mph. It's a good goal, but it may be a while.
Right now, though, I'm going to go stretch some more and sleep really well. Very soon. |
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| Snow day! |
[Mar. 2nd, 2009|12:08 pm] |
I'm at home in my pajamas because there's no way I can get to work. My husband (!) is next to me on the couch in his pajamas working from home.
This is a good day.
(Photo by Mason Kincaid)
That was also a good day. A whirlwind, wonderful, happy, full of awesome. Full story to come someday, maybe, if I get around to it. |
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| proud homeowner |
[Jun. 9th, 2008|01:55 pm] |
We made an offer on Saturday. They made a counter-offer today. I think we are about to accept it.
Our very own house! I think my brain hurts. I'm so excited and so nervous. We're about to start hemorrhaging money now, or so I hear. |
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| on Moonlight |
[Nov. 20th, 2007|12:36 am] |
All you had to say was Jason Dohring.
But add a blonde (who is a reporter this time, not a cop) who looks vaguely like Elizabeth Röhm, the vampire private detective lead who isn't nearly as attractive as he was the first time I saw this show, AND Shannyn Sossamon, well, slap my ass and call it shitty writing!
No, but let's talk seriously. It isn't fair to compare, because Josef Konstantin isn't nearly as charming as the semi-psychotic multi-millionaire son of a movie star. Shannyn Sossamon is no Charisma Carpenter.
It's a pretty bad show, but I love me some Dohring. So I'll probably watch it for free for a while (yay, streaming from CBS's website) and snicker at the bad plot lines and the sadness when Jason tries to be sincerely intense and not just teenage-wankery-intense.
Ridiculous, but I'm there. |
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| I'm the internet version of one of the Olsen twins |
[Nov. 3rd, 2007|03:31 pm] |
Beth is right, I am an Olsen twin. I've been writing online about my life in one form or another since I was 15 years old. That is more than a decade ago.
I never got fired, but I did get yelled at by my boss. It never got me a job, but the statistic of my having a website for almost a decade looked good on a couple of resumes. I did get a lot of friends, including a community that I still interact with daily.
I should post there again, I think. Maybe I will. |
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| actual events |
[Oct. 9th, 2007|11:32 am] |
In class this morning, a young woman asked what our weekly quiz this week would be covering. It seems she'd looked at the website and saw that we should be reading Chapter 7 for this week, and so she studied that. The quiz is on what we did LAST week, which was Chapter 6.
At this point, when you are told this, any reasonable person would just shut up, right? No. She whines that she studied the wrong chapter. I'm not kidding. She whines because she read TOO FAR AHEAD.
Fucking college students, man. Was I ever this bad? I hope not. |
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| maybe tonight |
[Sep. 28th, 2007|05:12 pm] |
There's this song I heard a few years ago by the Old 97's called "Question".
"Someday somebody's gonna ask you
A question that you should say 'yes' to
Once in your life, maybe tonight.
I've got a question for you."
I know him well enough to know when he's saying "Maybe" because he refuses to lie to me and when he says "Yes" after a pause that means "This is only a technically truthful answer."
I know him well enough to have figured out his plan.
I know him well enough to have had this conversation already, a hundred times, when we both knew what we wanted but there is a process, you see, a way he wants to do it.
But I didn't know myself well enough to realize that talking about it is one thing and doing it is quite another. I found a little box nestled in my bag and a little note next to it, and my heart jumped out of my chest and went for a run around the block.
We're getting hitched. No, we don't know when. We will start making decisions after an appropriate period of basking.
(He picked it out himself.) |
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| look. |
[Jun. 25th, 2007|08:38 pm] |
I love me some Aaron Sorkin. Okay? Let's get that out of the way.
But.
He keeps reusing lines. Over and over again. I accepted it for a few episodes. I accepted it during "The West Wing" because, well, I love me some Aaron Sorkin.
But really? This far into a series?
"Fire me, or shut the hell up!"
I still love him. |
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| Neener |
[May. 9th, 2007|10:13 am] |
I saw John Scalzi read last night and YOU DIDN'T.
Also, he signed my book.
Also, I wish I lived in the city. It was wonderful to eat outside in Dupont last night. |
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| on speech |
[Apr. 19th, 2007|08:07 am] |
When something happens, like when a millionaire radio show host denegrates a group of hard-working young women who are in the top of their game, figuratively in the classroom and more literally in the gym, and is summarily fired from his high-paying prominent position in entertainment, some people start crying about "free speech".
"What about free speech?" they ask. "What about defending the right of someone to say something, even if you disagree with them?"
There is a difference between what they see as free speech and what free speech is. Free speech means "free from government-enforced consequences". It means you can stand up and say "The government here is shit" and you won't spend the rest of your life in jail for it.
What these people want free speech to mean is speech free from consequences. This comes up over and over again. Someone says something inflammatory, on a blog, or in their column in a newspaper, or wherever, and when there is outcry and people are outraged, here come these free-from-consequences folks demanding that we respect the beliefs and statements that are so heinous.
I don't have to respect you or your beliefs. If I choose to, that is my choice, but it is not my obligation. The best part about free speech is that I get to have it, too, that I get to respond and let you know that you're wrong, that you're an idiot, that you're racist and sexist and classist and you are blind to all of it.
Someone powerful and rich picked on a group of people who have done nothing but work very hard to get to where they are, and now he's facing ramifications that he may actually understand -- his big fat paycheck is being taken away.
A-fucking-men. |
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| Ha. |
[Apr. 16th, 2007|04:17 pm] |
Oh, Amy.
(The above links to a YouTube video of Amy Winehouse and Charlotte Church covering "Beat It". Amy looks to be drunk as fuck and not even trying to hide it.)
This really makes me want to see Amy Winehouse live. A lot. |
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| oh, like you do |
[Apr. 6th, 2007|08:43 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Amy Winehouse - "Tears Dry On Their Own" | ] |
Hey, look what I'm starting to make. My very first sweater. And hell yeah it's for me.
I like that it's still small enough that I can carry it around with me, but I think that it will quickly outgrow that.
I also finished the socks for mr_mking's birthday. Which is tomorrow. He's getting a new tens place, which is pretty rad.
New music alert. If you think we like similar things, check out Amy Winehouse (I think I'm the last person who has discovered she is great. "Rehab" is a really good song, and I found a remix), and Illinois ("Screendoor" and "Alone Again" are my two favorites right now). |
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| the straw |
[Mar. 2nd, 2007|03:42 pm] |
I figured out (with help) how to rip DVDs to my iPod Video for watching on the Metro when I am bored. I started watching "Dead Like Me" but after a few episodes kind of petered off on the ripping.
Then I realized that there was the first season of "24" at my house. So I've been ripping it at work (excellent use of otherwise-unused processor space) and dumping it onto my iPod.
And I like it, I think. The writing is cheesey at times, and there are many many leaps of logic that one must simply accept as part of the universe.
But I'm now in episode 7, where Jack has a transmitter on his head and the kidnapper is instructing him what to do in his office. Which is a government office. An office for a man who is not allowed to tell his wife what he does much of the time.
And I'm supposed to believe that he (a) can make and receive cell phone calls; (b) did not have the earpiece detected when entering; and (c) is being watched by a camera that the kidnapper managed to get into his office?
A camera?
I accept a lot of this. I accept that they could figure out that Jack and Teri hadn't met Janet's dad. I accept that Jenny Schecter was able to survive the airplane explosion, and that the plastic surgery was good enough. I accepted the bullshit druggie kidnapper college boys.
But this? Man. I know it's going to get weirder, and I know that Jack's mad t0rturin6 skillz are about to become clear to me, but come ON. Writers? If *I* can figure out that this isn't possible, you're in trouble. I wonder who the consultant was... |
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