Just because it’s freakin’ hot in the city does not mean it will be hot in Western Massachusetts. You can pretty much guarantee that the opposite will be true. Bring jeans and socks and sneakers and a warm hoodie.
You’d think I would know this by now, wouldn’t you?
Getting a tattoo. Of this. Just the LED figures, not the rest.
Now I have about two months to decide if this is what I really want.
Rick’s birthday was a couple of weeks ago, during that time I spent off-blog in Pittsfield eagerly anticipating the new Harry Potter movie with the Oldest. The Oldest and I got a lot of quality time in that half week, but my favorite moment of it was when she found a picture of Rick and Samang. After a while she asked if it was Samang and I said it was, and then she admitted “I thought it was Dad and me at first, but I couldn’t figure out why he looked so old.”
I looked her dead in the eye and said “And Dad’s age is what tipped you off, huh? You didn’t look at the picture and wonder why you were black?”
“Actually, no.”
Her father didn’t find this nearly as funny as we did when we told him.
When I was in college, I thought “Wonderful Tonight” by Eric Clapton was the most romantic song ever. It’s on the radio right now, and what I apparently didn’t take into account? Is that the romantic effusion of the song comes from Eric being drunk. At the end of the song he’s got a hangover and his woman puts him to bed and he tells her how wonderful she was.
So basically the song is the three phases of male drunkenness: buzzed (“Yeah, honey, you look wonderful! Let’s have sex!”), drunk (“Baby, everyone looks wonderful through my beer goggles! But you’d get pissed if I hit on them, so let’s have sex!”), and “I’m gonna puke, can I puke in your purse?” (“You are the best girlfriend in the world. I luuuuuuuurve you. Yerrrr wonderfulllll. Let’s have sex!” *passes out*)
Not so romantic when you look at it that way, huh?
“Bohemian Rhapsody” was just on the radio. That song still makes me very happy every time I hear it.
The day, it is much too long. And that’s probably why this just made me laugh so hard tea came out my nose. And tears rolled down my face.
Jordana: So, wait, how does it end?
Tony: Well, they fight it out…
Julie: Yeah, a gunfight.
Jordana: There’s a gunfight in Beauty & The Beast?
Julie: There is in my version.
Tony: Gaston gets his head blown off by a machine gun.
Julie: Exactly. Ratatatatatatatat!
Jordana: You guys are just wrong.
I may be a bit scarce in the days to come. Someone I love is going through something awful, and while I can’t say what it is yet (not everyone has been notified and the last thing I want is for the people this affects to find out on this blog), just know that I’m going to be keeping close to home and family for the next little while. If I’ve told you about it, I’d appreciate you keeping mum on here until I put up a more detailed post.
ETA: Rick’s told the kids now, so I can post. Rick’s younger brother, Jeffrey, is dead. He apparently died peacefully in his sleep, which is good, but things are a little off-kilter for everyone at the moment and I’m not really sure what’s going to be happening for the next week or so. I’m just going to do my best to be there for Rick and the rest of his family.
Sloth, ESC, and Aimee, thanks especially for your support yesterday. It meant so much to have you three to talk to.
Work was such a bitch yesterday and I was so discombobulated by the furniture upheaval in my house that I completely missed my blogoversary.
Happy 3rd birthday to the artist formerly known as Rabid Rabbits & Psycho Squirrels. To celebrate, I give you the great Tim Curry singing (no, not Happy Birthday, that would be lame) “The Zucchini Song”!!! If I could find the video that goes along with this, I would totally post it, but it seems like anyone who had it lost it…probably like I did when someone who shall remain nameless but whose initials are Rick accidentally taped over it.
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