Jul. 12th, 2005 08:28 am
lucyshoe66: (cape cod)
Things I highly disapprove of:

1. [livejournal.com profile] bean_shadow posted this link yesterday, and along with [livejournal.com profile] zette's scary clown doll link, I have them to thank for a night of glisteny-eyed nightmares. They're heeeeeeeere!

Freak parents. Fetishizing one's own children like that is surely only about a step or two above creepy strange men fetishizing someone else's children. John sent them a good snarky email.

2. I hate to see dogs in flatbeds or with their heads stuck out of windows, but that didn't stop me from laughing my ass off this morning at the big old Weimeraner in the Honda in front of me with his head and shoulders popped out of the sunroof and his floppy ears blowing straight back like WonderDawg, tossing his head from side to side to get the full effect of the wind in his hair. Or fur. I got some pictures, but only the ones where they were stopped at lights came out, and his human kept yanking him back down for those.

3. My butternut squash has taken over the whole garden. Everyday it's lashed itself to more vegetables and I have to spend a good 20 minutes untying them and tearing them away because they're pushing the tendrils right through the leaves to "sew" themselves to anything it can get a grip on. I'm finding this all mildly disturbing and don't want to linger too long in there myself lest it grab my ankle and pull me under too. There had better be some yield from these bastards.

4. Hot enough for you? I'm finding it hard to form complete thoughts. I blame the humidity.

5. I shampooed the carpets on Saturday and now have three new vomit stains (Cody) and one new dragging cat-butt streak (Churchie). Luckily, I haven't returned the machine yet.

lucyshoe66: (chopsuey)
Go to google, enter "[your name] is" and post the first 5 sentences the engine turns up. Here's what I got:

Liana is a C-like, interpretive, object-oriented programming language ...

The Liana is an easy vehicle to step in and drive.

Yes, the Liana is a cheap car - but it sure has that feeling to go with it.

Liana is a kind of plant. It is not a taxonomic grouping ...

As Liana is considering their apology and request for a second chance, she notices an African whip ... After the whipping, Liana is still not satisfied.
lucyshoe66: (Morning)
1. Enjoy your days off, American friends!

2. I take back everything I've ever said about myself not being at all a girly-girl. I went to Fanfayre, the annual arts and crafts event downtown, yesterday with mom and bought the girliest, pink cloche hat with a tailored white bow at the front. It is the most adorable hat ever and I look just like a Hopper girl in it. Next I'll have to look for a nice, black-ribboned brimmed hat like the one in this user pic. I think I might have been born in the wrong era.

3. I am pleased to see the return of the billowy peasant skirt. I will take 23 in white, eyelet trimmed cotton, please.

4. I know most people (especially men, most especially Duck) hate 'em, but I like the crinkley, gathered peasant tops that make anyone over the age of 12 look pregnant and not particularly sexy, either. Come to think of it, the last time I dressed in one of those was when I was around 12. No matter. I don't think I could wear them anymore (I look pregnant enough without the help, thanks) but a nice, loose, unstructured, cotton chemise out there somewhere is calling my name.

5. Speaking of 12 (or so) year old girls, I've been meaning to watch Adrian Lyne's Lolita for a while, and finally caught it on the tube last night. I've seen it before, but I'd mostly forgotten it, and I know Deren loves the movie so I wanted to see what I thought about it now. What I think is that Melanie Griffith should never be allowed to make a movie, ever, ever again. Ever. She's so horrible, it's embarassing. No wonder they killed her off. The movie though - meh. I love Jeremy Irons and I think he is so superior a Humbert Humbert to James Masons' it's not even comparable. Dominique Swain is good too, though I found myself wondering if we were soley looking at her mannerisms and sexuality through Humbert's eyes. I hope so, because it was so cringingly over-the-top (heh - I was about to say "so sterotypically lolita-nymphette", which I suppose is the point), that it didn't seem quite real, and was instead kind of annoying. She was at her most natural with her girl friends, and it was kind of a relief to see that, instead of her lolling her finger around her mouth twisting her bubblegum or working a jawbreaker or gorfing a banana. The movie was about 30 minutes too long, too, but that may have been more because I wanted to get to bed than anything else.

6. Every time I invent something in my mind, it's stolen, STOLEN I tells ya! Just the other week I was musing aloud to anyone who would listen about an idea I had in my head to develop a stay-cool dog blanket to cart around for Cody on the hottest days. I figured it would have to be filled with water but I couldn't imagine what material you'd have to use to keep it cool for more than 20 minutes outside. Well, another product I bought at Fanfayre yesterday was a keep-cool bandana. Essentially it's like a strip of material you'd wear around your neck or forehead. But there's a section in the middle that has some kind of gel or something inside it. It lays flat when dry, but if you soak it in water for 10-20 minutes, the gel section puffs out and feels very cool to the touch, and stays that way for 24 hours or so. So we were picking out the colours and styles we wanted most and I was all excited telling my mom that this is what could be used in the dog blanket I'm thinking of. The nice man selling them overheard and pointed me over to the other wall where a whole range of stay-cool dog blankets were displayed! AHHH! I didn't get one because they were $30 and I'm not sure Cody would do more than sniff it politely and then run off to dig his usual dirt pit to lie in. Also, MY idea! Mine!

7. I think that's all I've got for the moment. It's going to be really quiet around here today, right? Darn. Enjoy your BBQs and fireworks!
lucyshoe66: (Morning)
Lots of posts and comments to slog my way through now! And delphicaDel, you're never too late.

I walked downtown after work to return a book to the library and get out 5 more. (Another bird identification guide, two novels; Donna Tartt's Little Friend and Lisa Reardon's Blameless [no idea on the second, but I hated Tartt's Secret History, so I'm not sure why I'm trying this except that library = FREE!]; two non-fiction -- a true crime [of course] called Halfway Heaven [about a murder at Harvard written by that chick who wrote the execrable {IMHO} quasi-poetic true crime about her friend called The Lost Girl. Too much musing, not enough murdering, you know? Again, this seems to be give-an-author-a-second-chance day.] And finally, a new release - The Intimate Life of L.M. Montgomery which made me double-take. Secret journals and all. Hm.)

Walked down to Wayfarer Books, which is like a used book lover's wet dream and was disappointed that he had no copy of Wilderness Tips on the shelf. I took the chance and asked Walter the proprietor and he said "I know it's somewhere!" and tossed a couple of boxes of books aside to get to another, ripped it open, scrounged around inside and at the very bottom found an OP edition I'd never even seen before. Score! You can now start watching your mailbox, zetteZettie. Well, as soon as I get to the post office, that is.

Trudged back to work where I'd left the car, dying from the heat but concurrently calculating how many calories I may have sweated off on my journey. Back home, A/C is humming, I'm looking for a good Cody pic for geobabe1Lise's contest and trying to decide which book to dive into first.

Let the festivities begin.
lucyshoe66: (chopsuey)
Would somebody post already!?

Come on, [livejournal.com profile] delphica, I know you've got an amusing anecdote or two you've been saving; [livejournal.com profile] jackmike, is their nothing rant-worthy to blog about this morning? [livejournal.com profile] postmoderngirl, I can't believe nobody at the office has jumped on your last nerve -- it's 10:30 am! Get it out! [livejournal.com profile] geobabe1: Scooter? HELLO? [livejournal.com profile] erislover? Are you cogitating on NOTHING? Chug your coffee and post! Hup, hup, people! Get to it - I've got another hour to fill here. Crushes, rants, dates, anxiety, haemerhoids! There are a million topics that need addressing. Don't make me post again.

I mean it.



Jun. 30th, 2005 07:23 am
lucyshoe66: (cape cod)

I came in too early. It's a short day and we only have to put in four hours, but nobody told me that we couldn't leave any earlier than 11:30. Oh well.

I tried googling this and can't find what I'm looking for, so I'll give you guys my latest keep-me-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night query. Who sang/spoke that song from the 80s that goes:

It's a mid-week day. A working day. Walka-walka-walk away. It's a rainy day. A working day. Walka-walka-walk away.?

When I was watering the vegetable garden yesterday I saw part of a broken bird egg and picked it up, but it still had a little bird fetus attached to it. Awwwww. I've never seen such a tiny little head and beak.

Karla gets out this weekend. I was kind of giggly to hear that her petition to have the media and public barred from following her around upon her release was flattened. Yeah, honey, you did your time, but I won't lose any sleep over the fact that you feel like you're going to be living in fear of being hunted down and killed. Isn't it ironic? Don'tcha think?

Okay, let's get this party started so I can get on with the long weekend already.
lucyshoe66: (Default)
After an insane amount of fiddling this morning, I actually got my hair upswept and clipped in a reasonable facimile of that messy cute thing most girls do so effortlessly. There are even a couple of contrived but oh-so-casual tendrils curling down the nape of my neck and a couple more at the sides. AND WHERE ARE MY BOBBY PINS? This thing could collapse at any second. Anyone so much as breathes on it this morning, they're TOAST.

Jesus Murphy, I make the worst girl in history.

I took a brief detour downtown this morning to drop something off at Marc's and driving up Sydenham onto Princess I came upon a particular block of buildings which happens to be (or was ten years ago at any rate) replicated almost exactly in the Museum of Civilization in Ottawa as part of a walk-through recreation of small-town Ontario at the turn of the 20th century.

I hadn't thought of that for quite a while, but probably because I've been talking to John lately, driving past it reminded me of the exhibit and I about bust a gut laughing about this time we were walking through the mock-up all freaked out by the fake fog and city noises and changing light and even wind and smells piped in around us. But worst of all was the giantess in period costume who kept following us around and asking us if we knew when the stage was due because she was expecting to meet some friends on the 5:00 arrival. God DAMN, we couldn't get away from her!

I've really got to get back there someday. See if she's still wandering around in the fake fog waiting for her friends.


Jun. 22nd, 2005 07:24 am
lucyshoe66: (Default)
I love summer! Who couldn't be in a good mood with weather like this? Huh? HUH?

Happy birthday, Pistol Pete!

And a book meme because Batty demands it:

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.

"He shook his head and applied himself to his plate, which appeared to contain an entire horse's hoof but was probably something en croute. Stealthily I pushed my food to one side and concentrated on the wine. I was feeling extraordinarily unhappy."

Undue Influence -- Anita Brookner
lucyshoe66: (Default)
01. reply with your name and I will write something I like about you.
02. I will then tell what song/movie/icon reminds me of you.
03. if I were to apply an o'clock to you, I'll tell you what it would be.
04. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
05. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.
06. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
07. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.
08. put this in your journal.

Although, I should update that Nikki-One-Eye made it through his second procedure alright. They wouldn't let him go home while he was still so out of it, so as long as everything went okay overnight, he should be coming home at some point today.
lucyshoe66: (cake)
Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] gingy! Make the men wait on you hand and foot today. That's right - even Jimmy - might as well get him used to it now!

Best of all things good to you!


Apr. 6th, 2005 09:37 am
lucyshoe66: (lucy alarmed)
Can't sleep. [livejournal.com profile] kaf will kill me.
lucyshoe66: (angry girl with rock)
My gift to you all on this lovely Monday, while we're stuck rotting away in our offices.

you're welcome.
lucyshoe66: (angry girl with rock)
[livejournal.com profile] geobabe1 told me that [livejournal.com profile] margiepup told [livejournal.com profile] just_colleen that they saw me talking to [livejournal.com profile] enderw25 and dissing on [livejournal.com profile] zette. That's bullshit! Don't let me hear about that again or and I'm gonna tear off their head and s*** down their neck hole!

I feel like I'm so upset! [livejournal.com profile] zyada told me that [livejournal.com profile] haardvark told [livejournal.com profile] pricciar that I got caught backstabbing [livejournal.com profile] snooooopy. That's bullshit! And yeah. You might guess I don't give a flying f*** what they think anymore. I'm over that.

This entry automatically generated by the LJ Drama Generator!
lucyshoe66: (Default)
lucyshoe is emotionally distant.
I bet no one's surprised that you never post your current mood. In fact, I bet most of your friends are so sick of you locking them out of your life that they hate you behind your back. Shame.
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lucyshoe66: (cake)
Even though he's not into birthday greetings and I'm not even sure he's reading here much lately being rather busy in the kitchen these days, happy birthday to one of my favourite people in the world, even the rather big one outside LJ, [livejournal.com profile] erislover! Kallisti!
lucyshoe66: (cake)
Happy birthday to my wonderful, funny, resilient, wise friend [livejournal.com profile] okielady! I'm so proud of the way you've taken control of your life and your happiness and I love to see you enjoying life again on your own terms. I hope this year is filled with all good things - you've earned them!
lucyshoe66: (candy heart)
Today is the day rjkBob and zyadaBriana plight their troth and exchange rings and whoop it up and all the other good stuff that goes along with it.

A happy, happy wedding day to you both! You've waited a long time to be together and this is the culmination of all that. I wish you both all my best for a long and healthy and happy life together! I only wish I could be there with you!
lucyshoe66: (Default)
1. If you are in New England and order the "Five B's" for breakfast, what are you getting?
lucyshoe66: (Default)
I suppose I said my goodbyes in yesterday's post. Rest in peace, [livejournal.com profile] wouldprefernot2, Bartleby, Jeff.

Jeffrey Alan Schneier died at 7:58 p.m., 18 February 2005, at Georgetown University Hospital, of complications from multiple myeloma. He was 37 years old.

"When I think over this rumor, I cannot adequately express the emotions which seize me. Dead letters! Does it not sound like dead men? Conceive a man by nature and misfortune prone to a pallid hopelessness, can any business seem more fitted to heighten it than that of continually handling these dead letters and assorting them for the flames? For by the cart-load they are annually burned. Sometimes from out the folded paper the pale clerk takes a ring: — the finger it was meant for, perhaps, moulders in the grave; a bank-note sent in swiftest charity: — he whom it would relieve, nor eats nor hungers any more; pardon for those who died despairing; hope for those who died unhoping; good tidings for those who died stifled by unrelieved calamities. On errands of life, these letters speed to death. Ah Bartleby! Ah humanity!"


Feb. 14th, 2005 08:11 am
lucyshoe66: (cake)
Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] diane2001! Hope you get lots of lovin'!
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