Metal Forever

From: Pastor/friend who hasn't completely come out of the metal closet. Best. Video. Ever.

Your city's a sucker, my city's a creep

Farewell to my lovely new/old Australian friends Dave and Tova! It was great having you here, and playing a bit of tour-guide. As well as going to dinner at 5 Spot with your wonderful hosts Infamous Jen and husband. Too bad we missed the underground, and I missed the bar-crawl! Have fun in NY and Chicago! Update travel blog often! Especially when you get to Graceland. Don't forget photos!

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To the rest: yesterday we hit Alki, Gasworks, Crave on Capitol Hill for lunch (pomegranate Mimosas-yum!), missed the underground tour, and hit the new sculpture park, where we saw Clark Kent.
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As soon as I can I will be posting some very exciting clips from my "Australians in America" documentary. You know which clips I'll be posting.

Do you guys have any pictures you can email me from the journey?

Good luck on your US Adventure!

--Heart!

Ride the SLUT!

Everyday I drive to school, and get stuck in awful traffic when I'm just about there--those damned little sorbet trolleys making me late almost every morning ("shouldn't you just get up earlier?" Shut up! My whole commute is already in complete darkness!)

Right at the south tip of Lake Union they've unveiled an army of tiny pink, purple, and orange "streetcars", which will apparently take mass amounts of commuters about 20 feet in lighting speed time. This morning on the radio I heard some people having a contest; they were trying to race the streetcar to work--running along side it, not stopping as it did to pick people up. The SLUT just barely pulled ahead. (oh, Seattle.)

The best part is, the big bad city of Seattle accidentally named them the "South Lake Union Trolleys". Hence, the S.L.U.T.--a name which caught fire like an abandoned SoHo Warehouse. The neighboring coffee shop busted out a line of t-shirts that say "Ride The SLUT!" with a cute picture of a trolley on it. They've sold out of t-shirts. I'm definitely putting an order in for the next batch.

This is when the city suddenly changed the name to "South Lake Union STREETCAR". Not because they don't like SLUT, they say, but because trolley sounds so antiquated--and a pink streetcar that goes 20 feet is very modern.

People apparently enjoy the shirts for a variety of political reasons, but mostly because of Seattle's ridiculous transit politics in such an apparently progressive, environmentally conscious city. Amen. Now, you damned pink SLUTS, get out of my way and let me drive my non-carpooling, non-bus riding ass 2 hours each day through Seattle traffic in peace!

Read about it here!

Get your t-shirt here!

My brother; an update

He is doing well! He sent me a photo. I think the mugshot pose is supposed to look "tough" This is his recovery face. I've most definitely got to get out and find a skull and crossbones eye patch.

Merry Outkast Christmas

We Heart Snorman

We just spent a wonderful evening eating a bunch of good food and drinking wine from Greenfresh, and hangin' out with the kids from Finding-Nowhere, and their pet snowman, Snorman. Check out the pics to come soon over at their blog!

And, I must highly recommend viewing the Charlie Brown video--it's not what you think.

My 16 year old brother is high

Today I've spent the entire day, in my pajamas, working on my fiction final for class--and WAITING. Waiting to get a call from my mother, to make sure my baby brother is o.k. He went in for reconstructive face surgery at 1:00pm (see below post). My mother called me at 6:00pm to report that he is finally out, and doing alright. Though, they haven't yet been able to see him, as he is still in the recovery room waiting for his first experience of anethesia to wear off, rendering him sleepy and confused, with a fat face.

I feel the first worries that a mother must feel. Poor baby! What if he wakes up scared and confused and no one is around to comfort him!

His cheek was fractured in 4 places, and some of the soft surrounding tissue is dead. They removed the bones from his sinuses, and patched all that up. Something in his eye was damaged, but they think they were able to fix it, but we've got to wait and see. His jaw also broke in some places, some muscle tearing away from it. There may be some nerve damage, which may result in a numb face. Also some tooth damage, though hopefully that can be fixed.

But I think he is doing well, and I may try to go see him tonight, though he'll have morphine coursing through his veins instead of blood, so conversations about things other than rainbows or dragons may be difficult. I might go keep my mother company.

But for now, I shall continue the lonely life of the fiction writer, in her pajamas, drinking too much coffee, alone. Husband is at some manish birthday party (something about nerdy German board games and dark beers). And the Australians are out having a good time at the KEXP show at the Showbox. And my friend is sitting at home husbandless, wondering why I don't come over. Ah, damn school, and perfectionism. Hopefully I'll be done soon.

My poor giant baby brother

Tonight we were out to dinner when I missed calls from my mother. My little brother is in the hospital. The sixteen year old dare-devil lookalike, who has grown twice my size, decided to get in a mountain biking accident. On a shaky jump landing, his handle bars decided to pummel his high cheek bones, shattering them in 4 places, shoving them up through his sinuses, just missing his eye, but causing it to bleed none the less. Poor little boy. He's so big now, but still looks like the sweet little toddler I spent hours torturing.

We just got back from visiting him; he's rather doped up on morphine, which I think makes 16 year old boys very happy. He looked tired, with a saggy eye and a non-existent cheek. It looked like it had been deflated. He'll go into a 3 hour surgery tomorrow. Hopefully it will be easy. His friends took pictures of him being put into an ambulance, wish I had some! He's proud of his tough pictures, he wouldn't mind me posting them! His face will be in recovery for a month. I think I'm getting him and eye patch for Christmas.

It's true!

Don't get too excited--I'm not really back to blogging. But I figure I owed it to the once-loyal readership to give an update. As I recently tisked Mrs. Doviegrace for having a last blog date of--shock--November 14th, she had the courage and the strength to point out the elephant in the room. So here it is, in full hypocritical glory and neon lights---August 21th! This is the date of my last blog! Gasp! That's something close to 100 blog-free days! Oh the hypocrisy! So, this one's for you, D.G., so that the next time smugly check the date at the top of my blog and then click away even before the photos load, you will feel pleasantly surprised, rewarded, and satisfied!

The awful irony is, however, that this will be somewhat uneventful, rambling, self-pitying post, with little to no follow up. Sorry kids. However, take heart! I have 6,968 plans of things to accomplish over the 3 week holiday break (which sounds reasonable, right?), and starting one of those cutesy married people blogs is looming in the low hundreds on the to-do list. Relatively high priority, I'd say, if you consider the context of thousands. So, grasp your hands together in anticipation, I may unveil a new blog, since we two are one now. I'm currently accepting submissons for clever names; please apply.

Oh ya! That's right! That's why I quit blogging! Let's see, how did it go? Ah, yes:

1. With the grand help of my mother and the A-for-effort help of my now-husband (just kiddin' darling...!) I planned a wedding for hundreds of attendees.

2. In 3 months!

3. While working full time

4. And applying for schools

5. And then getting married! It's true! It happened!

6. Going on a honeymoon

7. Feeling the need to drop out of society for a time after being bombarded by months and months of social over-stimulation

8. Moving in to the husband's house while starting full-time jobs the day back from the honeymoon--yes, the actual same day we got back--we came home from the airport late at night to have my parents help us put a bed into the house so we could be rested for the next day at work. Hooray for not having to zip to sleeping bags together and huddle on the floor! Though, that would be truer to the "nest" reference given to the newly married.

9. And starting full-time undergrad and graduate (the hub) school

10. While trying to remember how to be a student after 6 years of school free life

11. While staying committed to past commitments

12. While learning how to be MARRIED!

13. All the while living out of a suitcase, and thousands of cardboard boxes in the garage!


So, I totally deserved a blog break! So that's my life over the past 6 months. It's been biz-E. Ok, but the fabulous news is that I think we're finally starting to get the study routine down, which is hard after you're used to spare time! The better news is TODAY WAS MY LAST FINAL!!! Hooray! Except I have a few extended projects due on monday, but dammit, I'm nearly done! Which will promptly lead to a 3 week Christmas vacation!!! In which I plan to:

1. Unpack my entire house, making repairs and painting all the walls, refinishing loads of furniture, floors, etc. That's not too much, is it?

2. Get a Christmas tree and decorate for my first married Christmas! Maybe I'll get cute matching t-shirts about that too. Christmas gift anyone?

3. Get those damned thank-you notes out from the wedding.

4. Catch up with all over our friends and family! With 21 nights of dinners and parties and lunches and forcing them to help me paint my walls and...

5. Damn that crafty instinct--I've again talked myself in to the attempt of homemaking all Christmas gifts. So, watch out for your gift in the mail! It will probably be a Starbucks card!

6. Getting all schedules, books, and life set-ups in place for the start of next quarter.

7. And Last, but absolutely not least, I am frankly quite excited to ACTUALLY SEE MY HUSBAND! Since we're always at school and work, our only newlywed time is relegated to rolling into the house after long-ass days, eating some leftover pizza together while half asleep and then pushing all the dirty laundry out of the way so we can roll into bed next to a pile of boxes to get some quality sleep, all 5 hours of it!

8. And last last, what about that newlywed blog! Where are your name submissions?


Wow, do I sound stressed or what? Maybe that's why I haven't been posting. But I have hope for the future! School is hard, but wonderful. Marriage is hard, but fantastic. Work is just hard. But I get free wine, so that's alright.

Alright little rambler, off to finish last bits of homework!