HELLO!! HELLO!! HELLO!!01/04/08


What the heck's going on? Long time, no see! What's been going on with YOU?

Oh, yeah?

Uh-huh, that's interesting.

Me? Oh, I've been doing a bunch of stuff, and, frankly, none of the stuff was really interesting enough to blog about, so I didn't.

I'm not making excuses or anything, since I just write on here for fun, but ignoring the giant gap in posts would be like if I ran into you in the mall, and you had some really drastic and heinous new haircut, and I ignored it rather than pretending to like it. Or something. Like. That.


Lately, I have been on an all Morrissey, all day kick. When I am busy, I tend to just put long playlists on the iPod and let 'em run all day so I don't have to keep going back to change albums or whatever while I'm working. Back in the day when I was kicking it in a cubicle all day, I would just keep my playlist of all the Melvins albums going, since it would only repeat itself once a week.

Anyway, I have been listening to Morrissey all day. Morrissey is not like my 100% favorite or anything, but he is consistant and prolific, so I have been buying Morrissey albums on a regular basis for the past 16 years.

Despite the fact that he is not my favorite, and despite the fact that I don't really give a crap what other people listen to, I have to say that if I find out that someone DOESN'T like Morrissey, I can't relate. I don't care if someone has never heard of him, but if they have and they decided they did not like him, it just seems wrong. It is like saying you don't like cookies or hugs or baskets of puppies. People don't go around starting parades and getting tattoos across their foreheads about how much they like cookies, but if you don't like them, it is almost like a personality flaw.

PLUS, the dude is about as fashionable as possible. The world would look a lot better if more dudes dressed like Morrissey.



So, Obama, right?

He seems pretty awesome, but I am not going to get my hopes up about anything relating to politics ever in my life ever again. I will keep on keeping on, ignore a bunch of hysterical, speculative news stories about WHO IS GONNA BE PRESIDENT?!? and hope that when it is time to vote I see his name on the ballot.

I just don't wanna get all amped on a nominee who may or may not drop out by summer, and who might still lose if they get on the ballot. I would probably not be so cynical, but shit, Howard Dean killed me. Then I half-heartedly transposed all my feelings onto John Kerry, and we saw how that turned out.

Getting all frothy about this stuff and bitching and moaning doesn't make my vote worth more, so I am going to save myself the anguish.


During BLOG HIATUS 2007/8, I had Thanksgiving at my house. We usually have it here, since I like cooking more than I like traveling with my dogs. Anyway, this year, as in years previous, my sister brought Pinwheels, and my family ate all the Pinwheels before they they got in the door and took their coats off.

Pinwheel Triptych... A photo study in the only thing my family likes about the holidays.

I can't say I've eaten a Pinwheel... I don't like peppers or cream cheese that much, and they appear to rely heavily on those two ingredients, but damn if other people don't take a tray of them fuckers straight to their dome. I had to get my picture taken with them before everyone arrived and started mainlining them. Backs all hunched over the table, double-fisting them Pinwheels. Sheesh.


So, recently I found a jazzy little set of reusable grocery bags. I'd been looking around for some for awhile, and everything I found was too bulky to keep more than a couple, or looking like some kind of hippy kindergarten teacher tote bag, which is not really my thing. I finally found a set of six nylon bags that fold up real little and hang out in a pouch thing. And they are BLACK instead of hempy sunflowers hugging a smily globe bullshit.

I have been trying to use them when I go to the store. It is actually pretty hard to remember them. I always go to the grocery, and then remember the reusable bags in my purse when I am digging my keys out of my purse to get in the car and head home. Then I get all pissed off.

I really hate plastic bags. They are totally gross. You can't even really reuse them for anything, except picking up dog shit. I suppose you can carry your lunch in them or something, but then you just look like you are carrying dog shit around, which is not a good look. Best case scenario, you can carry larger items around in them, and look like you are walking home from Walmart.

It is best to just not let them into your house at all.

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