movie star drool

Oscar Party, post-party blues

Sigh. The Oscars have come and gone for another year and here I be, cleaning up the leftovers. No cool after-paries for me. Sigh.

Just kidding. I had a small Oscar-viewing party for a few friends and one long-distance one (IM worked great until something started to interfere with the wireless signal). Pasta, wine, pie, banana bread ,and Jackie’s shopping spree of snacks (she brought trail mix, mmmm). We all had a good time. I really liked the new format (I’m a sucker for musical numbers, particularly with Hugh Jackman) especially the previous acting award winners coming out to honor each of the nominees prior to the announcement of the winner. It was fun.

KATE WON! KATE WON!! KATE WON!!!! eeee!!!!! yay!!!!!!!

I haven’t had the opportunity to see Slumdog Millionaire yet but I’m going to try and find it. Somewhere. I might have to remain uncool and wait until it comes out on DVD.

Edit: I could do with fewer showings of Know1ing; I have no desire to see that movie. Additionally, remaking Fame is movie sacreliege; it is going to look like High School Musical Harlem-style.

black cloud · cats · movie star drool

Oh, what a long day

I was awake far too early for a Saturday – 7:30am. Yuck. Still this did not help the general craziness of the morning because we went to the vetrinarian for our yearly check-ups.

This was not fun. Chaucer and Dante howled all the way to the vet, from the minute they got put in the carriers. I had to make a side trip to pick up some breakfast and make a deposit at the bank; the howling was so awful the bank teller asked if my child was OK (yes, the fur-baby is fine, just mad). When we arrived at the vet, I realized that someone furry had peed in the car; luckily I have a thing for extra napkins so that soaked up most of what leaked out of the carrier. Still, ewwww. The kitty-boys have gained weight this year (again) – one pound each – bringing Chaucer to 14 pounds and Dante to 18 pounds. My kitties are spoiled. The vet and I talked about trying a different diet formulation next time I need to buy cat food.

Back in the car the cats didn’t utter one peep (smelled a little, since Dante not only peed on the carrier but also himself). They didn’t even start crying when the interior of the car got cold – my driver-side window went down when I stopped at the mailbox to send something, made a clunking noise, and then refused to go back up (#@yqe*rt&w$eti&t aka black cloud). Did I mention that it was snowing and blowing today? Fun. Thankfully, I was able to get the car into my go-to mechanics at Boubin Muffler and they got the window back up (changed the oil, too, but I’m going to need to replace the window motor in the door).

I knitted a lot on my scarf today. I’m almost ready to start the last skein (finally); that scarf is really taking me a long time and I don’t know why. It’s just plain knitting (it is a lot of yardage, though).

I finished John Adams last night; it really is a remarkably well-put together mini-series. I’ve been having a chuckle at the number of actors playing “Americans” who hail from the British Isles (Tom Wilkinson as Ben Franklin, Rufus Sewell as Alexander Hamilton, and Stephen Dillane as Thomas Jefferson, to name a few); it does make sense since at the time all our “Americans” were British subjects and more likely to sound like the mother country than the current accents we all have. The acting is quite well done; Paul Giamatti and Laura Linney especially give very moving performances as the two lead actors (Linney also reminds us how tough Abigail Adams was for her time, holding her household and family together sometimes through sheer will and faith). Sarah Polley gave a beautiful performance as Nabby, particularly the scene where Nabby tells her father she is dying (Abigail “Nabby” Adams Smith died of breast cancer at age 48, having previously survived a primitive mastectomy to attempt a cure). Tom Hollander also appears, for less than ten minutes, as King George III and does a marvelous job of looking both unbalanced and regal at the same time; I think it was the eyes. I’ve not read the biography John Adams by David McCullough but I understand from a few sites that the mini-series’ creators shifted some scenes and dates. The production worked well from a purely entertainment point of view, so for that I give it five stars, but I think the producers should have tried for more historical accuracy as to correct persons, places, and dates.

I’ve now got Guns, Germs, and Steel in the player. I quite liked the book by Jared Diamond, so I think I’ll like this National Geographic presentation.

Current book-in-progress: Death Comes for the Archbishop, an ARC for First Look, and I just got Drood
Current knitted item: I will finish that scarf!
Current movie obsession: I recently received DVDs of two Royal Ballet productions – The Sleeping Beauty with Viviana Durante and Zoltan Solymozi and Mayerling with Irek Mukhamedov and Viviana Durante; I’ve had these on VHS since high school and haven’t been able to watch them due to the age of the tape – eeeeee, ballet, fun!
Current iTunes loop: old “All Songs Considered” podcasts (last week iTunes just downloaded like 80 old podcasts, sweet)

news in review · random · reflection

Gee, I always wanted a pet that could kill me.

Thank you, Mike Wazowski. You know, pets are nice. I have two kitties. Dogs are nice (if they don’t jump on you). (small) Snakes are nice, birds are nice, fish are nice, etc. etc.

Chimps are not pets.

A chimpanzee is a wild animal and one of the closest ape relatives to homo sapiens. A chimpanzee has intelligence and can learn many things, but it still responds to instinct. An Elmo doll freaks out humans so it’s not a stretch to think that it would freak out a chimpanzee. I find it really strange that there were no regulations in place in that part of Connecticut that prevented the importation and purchase of an exotic wild animal (who was then forced to wear diapers and do human things – poor thing should have been in an ape sanctuary with other chimps). An unprovoked dog attack that resulted in injury would probably have better follow-up.

In other news:
Woman arrested over breast cancer “charade” – She says she doesn’t know why she made up the story in the first place….right. She kept up the lie for five years and accepted leave donations, money, and support for survivor groups. Selfish, much?
Black pastors ask Burris to resign – These were the same pastors who supported his appointment in the first place. I want to know what went through Burris’s head; did he think that no one would ever double-check and make sure he didn’t buy the appointment? Blagojevich is getting investigated, so the federal prosecutors are going to go through every shred of paper/Internet ephemera/wiretaps so any links to donations, etc. are going to be found. Do politicians require a paycheck at all? If graft is involved they already make enough money.
Shooting pigs from helicopters? – Is the chopper really neccessary? I understand there’s a population boom on the pigs side and they’re causing havoc among the ranchers and farmers but can’t they be hunted like everything else? (Side note: I’ve never been hunting in my life, so I don’t know much about it beyond killing animals, and I’ve no wish to ever go hunting)
9-year-old pleads guilty in AZ – I understand that something needed to be done but does that child really understand what happened? I hope he gets help. Lots and lots of help.
Local yokel found with steroids and cancer drugs – Iowa has lots of meth and pot. However, this dude was found to be in possession of not only pot but also Clomiphene (treats female infertility, but can also be used as an anabolic steroids), methylphenidate (aka Ritalin), oxandrolone (steroid), stanzolol (steroid), five vials of testosterone, and, get this, tamoxifen which is used to treat breast cancer. I wonder if he even knows what he had because, of course, he didn’t have prescriptions for any of it.
Des Moines County jail will not charge for TP – that was the best money-saving idea they could come up with? Wow.
Men view women in bikinis as “objects” – Someone wasted research money on this? I hope it wasn’t a lot since the answer is duh. I want to know why they only used 21 heterosexual, male undergraduates as subjects; if the study was being conducted at Princeton they have a much larger population to draw from.

(This news thing is kind of fun)


Graphical representation

Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words but I can’t draw to save my skin. Seriously. What’s in my head is never, ever what comes out on the page. Not even stick figures.

I wish I could update my status(es) via graphical representation. Wouldn’t that be fun? Self-portraiture to the max. For everyone except the poor person who has to write the program code, I bet.

The Self-Improvement Crazy-train

Resolution Wrap-Up, Week 7

Slightly better on the work-out front – one trip to the gym, a ballet class, and a brisk walk in the snowstorm on Friday evening due to the city bus getting stuck on a hill (one of the fellows and I decided to hoof it the half-mile to the mall rather than sit and stew). I meant to hit the gym again on Saturday but got caught up in my closet cleaning frenzy followed by a stint on Ravelry. I’ve also tried to keep the snacking at night down to a minimum or at least try and have a snack for dinner and then have a salad when I get home at night; I’m really trying to keep the overall calorie count down.

I think I’ve lost a whole pound. It’s not much but it’s a start.

Knitting goddess · Ravelry · start-itis


While searching Ravelry’s pattern, project, and yarn databases for ways to get rid of all that fugly Bernat Boa Fur yarn I acquired from the boss, it hit me…..CAT BED! I noticed a number of Ravelers had made Kitty Pi beds using a pattern from WendyKnits. Turns out the pattern is free online – wow. While Wendy’s pattern calls for Noro Big Kureyon and felting it, the yarn I’m going to use won’t felt (I’ll just follow the directions for increases, using the needles called for by my yarn, and quit when the bed reaches as appropriate size). I will instead attempt to dump not only the Bernat but also other large amounts of fugly yarn that I have acquired.

Like four big balls of Lion Brand cotton craft yarn in bright red, gifted to me by my mom who bought it all for Raggedy Ann and Andy doll hair and then decided she needed a different kind. And couldn’t find the receipt. And realised she’d already wound up one of the skeins into a ball and lost the ball band…so she gave it all to me.

I don’t think the cats would mind a bright red bed with brown fur on the edges as long as it padded their perch. I think I might put this one on the rocking chair when I’m done with it (the cats first bed, my second knitting project, is on top of the bureau so they don’t scratch the finish with their kitty claws).