Archive for February, 2012
“You’re the worst.” – F-train
Fisch randomly texted on Wednesday and was all “hey do you want to hang out?”
I was all “sure, how about tomorrow, but I’ve gotta drop some stuff off at my mom’s house first.”
Four hours, three wireless router repair attempts, two veebeam installations and one wicked horrible virus removal later…
I want to say, at least I offered him water — but I think he was drinking the water he brought with him…that I didn’t even refrigerate.
Worst. Person. Ever.
Veebeam sucks by the way, that’s what I get for half listening to things Alceste says. It’s like a bootleg Roku before Roku took off, and now I officially know why veebeam got beat in the stream stuff from your computer to the TV market.
Anyway, I am totally grateful to Fuelsellage and I realized, I’ve been totally grateful to my friends a lot in the last six weeks. F-train made his world famous chili for my superbowl party with like one day’s notice. And while I asked him to bring me back one tiny thing from Brazil and he didn’t do it, he did battle a Ninja for me with a modicum of success!
Cider Fraud actually “made” cider (it was pretty good, so now I have to see it “made” with mine own eyes before I believe it!),
VinNay made his fancy secret family sauce (the secret being OH MY GAWD YOU HAVE TO STIR IT EVERY FIVE MINUTES!!!!!! Like for FIVE HOURS! CRAZYPANTS), Mary has got me obsessed with finding Jesus… in king cake… Petitedov made awesome meringue (which my mom LOVES AND HAS TOTALLY BOGARTED #RRUUUDDEEE)
Astin and The Jakes, Alceste and Dawn 2 for making my doorman not pity me by sending me presents. Pi for letting me just show up at her house and take pots. Not pot. POTS. Plural with an ess! #RACES
Thanks to everyone who came to hang out for my parties/games. Ugarles and Alceste rocking the perfect 3/3!
Not to mention my super commenters… wheee! I know it’s only February, and usually my sappy cheerleaderness doesn’t come till December, but just thought I’d publicly say thank you to all the incredible people in my life. Here’s to you guys never noticing that I totally don’t deserve you!
Here’s to us
Here’s to love
All the times
That we fucked up
Here’s to you
Fill the glass
Cause the last few weeks
Have kicked my ass
So lets give em hell
Wish everybody well
Here’s to us
Here’s to us
Stuck it out this far together
Put our dreams through the shredder
Let’s toast cause things got better
and everything could change like that
And all these years go by so fast
But nothing lasts forever
Also, don’t read the comments on that article. Just don’t. Also, if anyone can send me back in time so that I too can not read the comments on that article, I would be forever grateful.
Memento homo, quia pulvis es, et in pulverem reverteris.
Writers don’t just write, they get paid to write.
So we’re taking Lent to really focus on being a writer. I’m not publishing anything that won’t possibly result in cash monies. Financial gain may seem like an odd pursuit to focus on during the most sacred days of the Catholic calendar, but it’s not exactly about the money.
As sad as I’ve been about Don’s death, I’ve been equally impressed by everything he managed to accomplish in his all too short life. He died as a beloved professor and expert in his field. Two universities established academic prizes in his honor. I won’t ever have that kind of focus, there are way too many TV shows I have to watch, but I can attempt *some* focus. Money is just the easiest way to quantify it.
I don’t know why I’m here on planet earth or how many healthy days I have left, but I figure today is as good as any to begin living my potential.
Jamie, who I’m certain is on VinNay’s payroll as comment count inflater, suggested I do a “shit Dawn Summers says” feature. I’ve gotten lots of questions about these two particular things, so I figured I’d start with them. However, if there’s any other Clareism you’ve wondered about, feel free to post them in the comments. I think that’ll be my blog posting compromise — I will only post answers to questions people ask. Dialogue blogging, if you will.
VinNay has the keys to this place, he assures me that he has *at least* two posts in him, so there should still be content even if no one asks any questions or cares that I won’t be around.
My twitter feed is going completely dark for the season. Some weird stuff went down and that particular aspect of my internet presence may be retooled or never return. Or both or neither, I am extremely lazy.
This post is already way longer than I intended it to be when I started, so I should wrap it up.
Be good to yourselves.
Fuck yo couch:
“Friendship is the purest love. It is the highest form of Love where nothing is asked for, no condition, where one simply enjoys giving.” -Osho
I have super writer’s block. (My bout is so bad, it took about five minutes for me to retrieve the phrase “writer’s block” from my mind to describe the blank staring at the screen I had been doing.)
I’m enjoying the last days of my solitude before I relocate to East Coco Beach for a while. VinNay drove down from Buffalo for our annual Black History month dinner where the white person cooks and brings sandwiches for the black person. Mary and Petitedov did their parts and made delicious dessert stuffs to complement VinNay’s awesome dinner. Have I mentioned lately how much I love President Obama’s America?
So I may or may not have eaten almost a dozen cupcakes, mouthfuls of meringue drops and half a box of Buffalo sponge candy all by myself over the past few days. Please inform the coroner that the proper cause of death is “Gluttony.”
VinNay was supposed to start cooking at 8:59 AM on Saturday morning. I got up super early to clean the kitchen and pick up french toast for breakfast. For those of you who have read prior posts about VinNay and waking up early to do things, it will come as no surprise that by 1:30 PM, I had eaten said french toast breakfast and was napping on the couch while the kitchen remained unsoiled in its cleanliness.
And in case you thought it wasn’t possible to be mad at your friend who drove 7 hours to visit and cook, let me assure you, totally possible! SI SE PUEDE!
What? Is that wrong? I assure you Kim Jong Il would have cut off his thumbs. *I* am a saint!
But I did get chocolate frosted yellow cake out of it, so we’ll call this a win.
Ugarles came with his wife and young Sidney, who hilariously was all “yeah blah blah blah hello, make with the snow cone machine, lady.”
About twenty minutes into dinner, he propped himself forward on the table and asked “can we have cupcakes now?” His dad was all “you have to wait until everyone finishes eating, then we can have dessert. Be patient.”
I whistled cause I think I was TOTALLY about to go get a cupcake like 30 seconds before Sidney asked.
WHAT?? IT’S. BLACK. HISTORY. MONTH! They sprayed my people with firehoses! We get to eat cupcakes early!
Turns out it was Peter, the Cider Fraud’s, almost birthday, so Sidney led the table in singing happy birthday. How cute is that child? SOOOOOOO VERY.
After dinner we played this game where two people were werewolves who were eating people and everyone else was a villager trying not to get eaten before they uncovered the identity of the werewolf. At all times Mary insisted that I was the werewolf and tried to kill me. Mary is a hater.
She was also mostly right. Listen, sometimes you have to eat a villager or two. #truestory
Then a bunch of us played jungle speed, which, really, should be banned due to excessive violence. In Canada they play with a rubber totem, goggles and a helmet. Canadians are wusses. Vinnay dominated, but only cause M wasn’t playing. But it was nice that he got to win something since he doesn’t beat me at poker or the farm game he made up. (I don’t remember the name, all I know is the first time we played, he made the pronouncement “since I was the only one who placed a farmer…” then gave himself two hundred bonus points. So the next time we played, I immediately placed a farmer and then I won.)
Anyway, it was a fun weekend. It was awesome to see everyone dressed in their Dr. Who t-shirts. (Wasn’t even pre-planned or anything, but Alceste did send me a Dr. Who role playing game – so everyone was prepared.)
I’m sorry I ate so many villagers, but I swear, this time, I’m so not the werewolf.
Stop pointing at me, Mary.
It’s two a.m.
Feelin’ like I just lost a friend.
Hope you know it’s not easy,
Easy for me.
It’s two a.m.
Feelin’ like I just lost a friend.
Hope you know this ain’t easy,
Easy for me.
And we know it’s never simple,
Never a clean break, no one here to save me.
But I have to,
But I have to.
Sorry (oh) sorry
Me: How do we get the grease out of the bottom of the oven?
VinNay: You’re a woman AND you’re black. Why are you asking *ME* how to clean things?