Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Meet the newest member of our family...

Blackie!

She's a black (really?!) pug that came to me courtesy of Nintendogs.



She's really not this blurry in real life. But I was impatient and wanted a picture NOW and the easiest way to do that (after spending almost an hour searching online for a screenshot) was to take a picture with my sorry excuse for a camera-phone.

I am not ashamed to admit that I am actually quite enjoying this cute little game. I get to pet her, wash & brush her, choose different colors of ribbons for her ears, or collars for her to wear. I can teach her voice commands (she knows Sit, Lie Down, Shake Hands, Roll Over and Jump) and she's already gotten to the "Expert Level" in the Obedience Trials.

Having owned real pugs in a former life, that's really saying something!! They aren't exactly the easiest dogs to train.

Anyway, I miss my little puppy Chloe (a black puglet who died under anesthesia at 6 months of age, back in 2000), so my new friend Blackie helps a bit.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Counting down to condownership (tm)

Today we signed the papers. Lots and lots and lots and lots of papers. And because there was nowhere to sit in the UPS Store we met at (for notarization and overnighting the packet back to the title company), we camped out on some funky-ass, red-paint-flecked, pseudo-artsy concrete block nearby and did all the signing alfresco.

Thursday is when the deal officially closes, and money gets wired, etc... And YAY! We own a bit of this:


I can't wait to visit, but ironically we are pretty much now unable to afford flights out there ;-)

Gotta think of 20 perfect words for our classified ad! How about:

MINER'S UNION 1BR W/LOFT $1000/mo
Prime location 1 blk from Main Street. Pet negotiable, requires extra deposit. Maureen 970-729-XXXX.

love my lovey

we get to take care of the kitlets this weekend!!



woo woo yay!

Sunday, August 14, 2005

a weekend music extravaganza!

my goodness gracious me, but it was a musical weekend.

that is, after the total collapse I had on Friday. not sure why, but I started to fade right after lunch, and could not wait to get home and hit the sack. passed out the minute I got home, practically, waking up at 11:30pm (j came in and i thought it was morning already!) for a quick cup of tea and a bit of viz comics... then back asleep again at midnight, til 11 the next morning!! must've needed it or something ;-)

so on saturday morning, j tells me we can do anything/go anywhere I like, as long as we swung by a music store, as he needed to buy a microphone. he and his friend Dave have been doing a "boys' music night" once a week now (sorta like how guys' guys tend to have their poker nights, i suppose), and j has really built himself a nice little digital studio setup.

since we also needed some breakfast, and i was in the mood to leave the city, i looked up breakfast places in the east bay, and decided it was time, at long last, to try Cafe Fanny -- Alice Waters' spinoff (cheaper, faster version) of Chez Panisse. After a nice, simple breakfast amongst the, uh... multiculturally clad denizens of Berkeley, we got back in the car and spotted a store on Shattuck called The Starving Musician.

it was a great place, full of quality used gear and very nice salesguys. while jason was lingering over the microphones and chord books, i found myself in the back section playing with the percussion instruments. they had quite a nice selection of handheld drums like djembes and congas. so i started thinking how much fun it might be to get something like that to bang around on at home. unfortunately, the only pair of bongos they had were a bit ratty-looking and mended with duct tape, so we decided to take a look and see if we could find any music stores on Telegraph Ave.

of course we went into Amoeba (where I picked up dub versions of a couple of my favorite cds: suzuki by tosca, and richest man in babylon by thievery corporation. good good cds!!) but after a trip up and down both sides of the street, we found nothing. jason popped into Rasputin's, asked where we could find a musical instruments store, and was told to head back to shattuck. we found a funky old place down there that was going out of business, but they had very little in stock. specifically, there were no congas or bongos to be bought, discount or no.

so of course we ended up at guitar center. which was semi-unfortunate, since it's always such a zoo there on saturdays. to make matters worse, I'd never been in the percussion room before, and so was wholly unprepared for the chaos and cacophony. but i found some bongos that seemed decent and bought them, as j would not let me take the 3+ foot tall standing congas that were on sale for $189.

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oh come on... they're not that big!!


it's been fun playing them, and has made me feel like picking up the bass again, so that's good.

and if that were not enough musical goodness, we headed back to guitar center today, as j finally settled on a digital piano he was ready to buy. which gave me a good excuse to buy some more stuff: headphones I'd been wanting for a while, plus some downbeat loops and a "Teach Yourself Piano" book.

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the new piano is fun! can't wait to start learning...

Sunday, August 07, 2005

misogyny's a bitch

So... The above snarky phrase was emblazoned on my former colleague Brian's shirt last Friday.

Go Brian! You are a delightful example of a smart, sexy guy with room in your heart and space in your mind to respect women.

As for you ranting and raving misogynists out there, dissing my friends, you WILL PAY. Here's how:

Loneliness.
Ignorance.
impotence.
Despair.
Meaninglessness.

These fates, and worse, await those who disrespect women.

Women (and yes, that includes the overweight ones) represent all that is good and beautiful and life-affirming on this earth. Our bodies (all shapes and sizes, not just the ones we've grown accustomed to seeing in movies and magazines) are beautiful. Our bodies give life. Those of us who cannot or choose not to have children use our talents to create purpose and meaning. The work of our hands and hearts nurtures life; a staggering majority of those employed (for pay or otherwise) in healthcare, childcare and eldercare are -- you guessed it -- women.

Last time I checked (this morning, on the news feeds) the misogynists in this world are, sadly, still out there, making their own special brand of contribution: broken treaties, wounded abortion clinic workers, slain civilians (aka collateral damage), battered girlfriends, wives and children.

They also spew hate against women in the Yahoo message boards, on internet dating sites, on craigslist, etc. But when I read their drivel, I am completely mystified. Why are they so angry? What wrongs have been done against them? What purpose is possibly served by hating and insulting a woman because her weight doesn't conform to fashion??

My one comfort is the knowledge that I, nor any the beautiful women I know and love, will never give them what they really want: PUSSY.