can’t talk. working.

hurble durble.

spent most of the weekend working on my dad’s site, which you are welcome to peruse at your leisure, although i’m still tweaking it. there’s a new heap of photos i just got that i need to add to the gallery, also. he’s got a show coming up next week so i’m trying to get it looking halfway decent for that. his work is really incredible; the photos don’t even do the sculptures justice, though. in person they’re awe-inspiring. some of them are quite enormous, too.

today adam and two of his friends drove to nyc from boston for some memorial day fun, so i took them shopping and such. we hit st mark’s, where i got this adorable black vinyl top to go with one of my corsets, then went to generation and whatnot. we had lunch at dojo, which was good, although their soyburger leaves much to be desired. we wandered around the village some more and got sort of hot and scruffy, so we stopped at reggio for drinks. i tried their mephisto for the first time - it’s amazing. it’s quite thick and is mostly strawberry ice cream with amaretto. their brie on toast is also tasty. after shopping fun we hit the empire state building, which had hellish lines but was really cool once we got to the top. i hadn’t been there since last summer when i went up with james to watch the sunset on the one year anniversary of my move to new york. adam wanted to throw various farm animals off the top of the building, and we tried to do the math to figure out the speed at which the can of red bull i had in my bag would be travelling when it hit the ground, but it’s been years since i took physics. all i remember is that accelertion due to gravity is something like 9.81 m/s/s.

after the empire state building we tried to go to forbidden planet, but they were closed early because of memorial day. we walked down fourth towards where they had left their car, and stopped in this shop at which one of spencer’s psychotic exes happens to work. that was sort of funny. all in all it was fun, and i’m tired. i’m working on more of my dad’s stuff now. hurrah.

<CowboyNeal> i had that once
<CowboyNeal> I was in vegas
<CowboyNeal> and this chick said she loved me and wanted to like do it
<CowboyNeal> and then I woke up in a bathtub full of ice and SHE HAD TAKEN MY PANTS
<CowboyNeal> and I never did get those pants back
<CowboyNeal> true story

CowboyNeal, you are an inspiration to us all.

<skotadi> When I put this emma in my mouth
<skotadi> I know that the Matrix is telling me
<skotadi> That it is JUICY
<skotadi> and DELICIOUS
<skotadi> And after almost two years
<skotadi> You know what I’ve realized?
<skotadi> oodness is bliss.
<gundam> i know that the matrix is telling me that emma is odd
<gundam> welcome to the desert, of the odd
<skotadi> We don’t know who struck first
<skotadi> us
<skotadi> or her
<gundam> how do the machines know what odd tastes like?
<gundam> maybe odd only tastes like odd because they don’t know what it tastes like
<skotadi> Which is WHY everything tastes like ood
<MrTails> You take the red pill, and we see how deep the odd goes
<gundam> you think that’s odd you’re breathing now? hmm.
<skotadi> how did I beat you?
<skotadi> “you’re too odd”
<gundam> don’t think you’re odd. know you are.
<gundam> you ever have that feeling, where you’re not quite sure if you’re odd, or still dreaming?
<gundam> all the time man, it’s called caoine. the only way to fly.

see what you’re missing in #thorns (conveniently located on irc.thorns.org, port 7000)?

i am such a wuss. no, really. i’m completely nonconfrontational even when some asskicking is warranted. my downstairs neighbor, the one who steals my mail and takes polaroids of my trash? she stood under my window and yelled my name for like half an hour today until i came downstairs, then gave me this near-incomprehensible lecture about how i’m such a whore and i don’t properly bag my recyclables. i mean, what? this is the woman who steals my god damn mail, here. not to mention that my recyclables are impeccably bagged; i even have those translucent blue bags specifically for such things. but so i was very polite and nodded and smiled and went back upstairs. gah.

<jonathans> i’ll drink to that
<emma> i’ll drink to you drinking to that
<jonathans> i’ll drink you to drinking my drink
<emma> i’ll drink to that

alcoholics, the lot of us.

i talked to barry t smith today. he is cool. his comic is cool. hooray.

killfile, baby, don’t be mad. you know i still love you. even if i am married to rstevens. you’re the one i am always thinking of, sugar, you know that.

so it turns out this tonsilitis thing might be more serious than i thought - snarf, who came over for gaming fun and such last thursday, apparently has pneumonia. :/ and of course i got sick like friday or saturday, so if it turns out he has one of the infectious types it’s entirely possible i have it. i’m going to go to a doctor in a day or two if i don’t get any better; my throat hurts like hell and i have a fever but so far that’s it. poor snarf was out all weekend with it; i feel awful, i wish there were something i could do.

so for the past couple of days i have mostly just been sleeping. i’m taking a lot of vitamin c and advil, for the throat. it hasn’t hurt this much since i had mono. when i am conscious i’m basically just reading in bed and listening to mozart and bjork. i need to go stock up on soup and oj, i’m out.

i finished stephen fry’s autobiography and now i’m rereading his novel the liar, which is great fun. it was pouring today and yesterday so it’s not like there would have been much for me to do other than read anyway. i think tomorrow i might venture out to rent some movies, pay my bills (which are quite overdue), get some groceries, and maybe buy a toaster. i have been feeling rather keenly the lack of toasting capability in my house lately. probably because i’ve been drinking so much tea and you just can’t have tea without toast.

oh, and also, rstevens is my internet husband. we are going to make many internet babies together.

yeah, so remember yesterday when my throat was sore? well, i woke up this morning and my tonsils were the size of fucking tennis balls. i have been popping advil all day and swallowing is still not anything even resembling fun. stupid vestigal body parts.

when i was growing up in my parents’ house, my relationship with television was not of the traditional sort. both of my parents have a sort of indignant scorn of the medium, and i can’t really say that i disagree with them. until we got rid of it entirely, my exposure to television was more or less limited when i was small to pbs. sesame street, square one, and the like. sometimes during dinner we would watch that interminable news show with jim lehrer and the other guy.

then of course there were masterpiece theatre and mystery! (with its opening sequence illustrated by edward gorey) on sunday and thursday nights; the kind of thing for which we would all get popsicles and curl up on the couch, and i would be allowed to stay up late enough to watch it. the sherlock holmes series was one of my favorites; there was something terribly compelling about jeremy brett’s holmes and i eventually read all the holmes stories from some huge collection i had my mom buy me. yeah, i was a nerd.

pbs is also pretty much the source of my fascination with britain - all the movies and the dorky british sitcoms. i’ve since been to england twice, as well as to scotland and ireland. i’d like to go back soon, though i don’t know when i can afford it again.

i started thinking about all this again today because i’ve been rereading one of stephen fry’s books, as i mentioned. another writer/actor to whom pbs introduced me, with the jeeves and wooster series. i mentioned it to killfile, who agrees with me that stephen fry is more or less a modern oscar wilde.

i had a point when i started all of this. maybe just that i miss being a dorky pbs-watching kid. i guess i could start reserving my sunday nights for masterpiece theatre again; after all, i have my own place now and i actually have television again, while my parents just keep theirs for movies. which is still not an entirely bad idea.

blah. my throat hurts. i’m kind of sick, it sucks.

thursday night snarf came over with a couple of games for my nes; it was being kind of a bitch though and the game we could get to work was wrestlemania. heehee. when we got tired of bambam bigelow and the honky tonk man, we switched to tekken 3, at which i just rock. there’s no getting around it.

yesterday i felt like shit so i just read most of the day; i’m brushing up on my perl for an upcoming project, so it’s not like i have nothing to do. today i think i’m heading into the city to get some stuff done, possibly with gundam. i just watched the digimon season finale; that show kicks entirely too much ass for a kids’ show. it’s not nearly as dumbed down as pokemon, it’s a lot more like regular anime. good stuff.

i would just like to reiterate: danny elfman is cooler than any single person has the right to be. i don’t know if there’s a coolness quota for any given decade or what but if we’re talking a finite quantity of coolness, then danny elfman has probably used up the entire god damn supply. listening to oingo boingo makes me want to watch the nightmare before christmas again - what a fucking great voice, you know? and tim burton paired with danny elfman - you just can’t go wrong. i guess they worked together on the new version of planet of the apes, too. dayum.

snarf is coming over tomorrow night - i guess he thinks he has a chance at beating me at doa2 this time, the poor deluded boy. not that i’m not happy to kick his ass as much as he wants. and apparently he picked up a couple of games for my nes today, which is going to rock my socks in a very serious way. i played a little mario 3 today, just to sort of whet my appetite.

i am going to go do hair stuff now.

if you change your mind, i’m the first in line
honey i’m still free, take a chance on me

today is abba appreciation day, just so you know. more specifically erasure-covering-abba appreciation day.

in other news my parents brought my old nintendo with them when they came to visit me, and i got it working last night. i need to go out and get more games. snarf is bringing some over on thursday possibly. i am craving megaman.

hooray for pasta. hooray for oingo boingo. i am all distracty tonight. ta.

hoo boy. what a weekend. my parents showed up at my place saturday morning and we took the d to coney island, which my dad has been wanting to see since he found out i lived near there. he was dying for a hot dog at the original nathan’s, so we hit that, and also checked out the ferris wheel etc. after coney island we headed to the brooklyn botanical gardens, which although all the pollen triggered allergies i almost never get, was still pretty cool. afterword, i got my hair cut - camstills are forthcoming but it went from waist length to a couple of inches past my shoulders. i like it a lot but i’m still getting used to it.

my parents headed back to their hotel around six or so, i heated up leftover indian and got ready for batcave. it was really, really fun this week. i got home around five and didn’t get to sleep till like six so i was short of sleep when i met my parents this morning, but it was well worth it.

today i took my parents to the metropolitan musem of art and then we went exploring in the village and got coffee at reggio. my stomach was kind of weird so i just had a plain omelette and toast for dinner - i think i’m just hungover, i feel fine now - and they went back to their hotel. they leave tomorrow morning.

meanwhile i’m exhausted. ta.