My life in pictures
I’ve been taking some random pics of my travels for the last few days, so I thought I’d share them with you.
This is a hamster asleep in his cage face down with his ass in the food bowl. He is my new hero.
Bumbershoot and beyond.
Kumail and I have been on the road in the lovely Pacific Northwest for the last few days, at Bumbershoot and now in Portland. At Bumbershoot I got to see some awesome NY folk and watch a lot of great comedy and music, so I thought I’d share pics from the last few days with you. More to come as more days occur.
Here's Seattle from our hotel room. That thing in the left is the sun, which only appeared our first day and NEVER AGAIN.
Is this laziness at tearing down old stuff or is this art? (Deep questions, Seattle)
Internet: the Early Days
This is a tale of the early days of the Internet, when modems were slow and beepy, phone lines were tied up for hours, and my newfound typing skills were put to use on Prodigy Net’s Bulletin Boards.
Ridiculous Dance Face: Still plaguing me.
I’ve been struggling with this problem for years, and it caught up with me again last night, when Prince’s “I Would Die 4 U” came on at Matt Braunger’s birthday party. Dan really sold it though.
Can your electronic store do this?
Yesterday my laptop was called up to heaven, and of course I got another MacBook at once, but we (read: Kumail) realized that to transfer my info to the new computer, we would need some electronics. We were advised to go to Fry’s Electronics for cheap good stuff, we went to the website to find the nearest location in Burbank, and then we drove over. Exciting story so far, right? Nothing about the recommendation, the website, or the area in Burbank could have prepared us for Fry’s.
Oh, so what, they have a kooky entrance?
You have no idea.
Diary
Fifteen years ago, I was 16, and Sunny Day Real Estate’s “Diary” was my favorite album. Many nights were spent driving around our tiny rural town blasting that tape over and over again. I was in love with how vital and dramatic they sounded, and how vital and dramatic I felt. I wore ridiculous clothes and Doc Marten boots, and after making a tragic turn into brown and pink striped hair, I dyed my hair jet black. It looked horrible on my way-too-pale skin (people kept asking me if I was feeling better), and my horrified mother eventually agreed to pay for me to have the color removed from my hair. I spent 8 hours in a Winston Salem salon and emerged with hair that was literally not a color- kinda grey, kinda brown, all horribly damaged.
I’m 31 now, and after about eight months of having black hair again (though I would contend it looked much better this time around), I went to a salon here in LA to have it removed again, on my own dime. As I sat there, watching the bleach being slathered on and wondering how I would look in a few hours, I heard the opening strains of Seven, the first track on “Diary”. The salon played the entire album, and my stylist kept asking me why I was smiling so hard.
I was smiling at how vital and dramatic it all felt.
Reason #49 LA is Different from NYC
I saw this today while driving in Whittier, a small town outside of LA. (For the Southerners out there, Carl’s Jr is what they call Hardees here. Ridiculous)
Wait, is that a pony over there?
Jump to solve the mystery…
The Top Five Things I Told Myself I’d Never Get Into That I Am Now Into
5) Heels- I’m a very tall girl, but dance classes have taught me the wonders of using heels to lengthen yourself and turn your walk into underwater gorgeousness. Also I am too lazy to get my jeans hemmed, so I kinda have to wear them so they don’t drag the ground. Ideal heels are about 2 inches tall so that I don’t tower over my beloved and so I can still run if necessary.
4) Dr. Who- I’ve got a thing coming out soon on tv.com about my love of the newest Dr. Who, but it was like pulling teeth to get me to watch. There’s something about long-running British tv series that are too gritty and dirty looking and positively overflowing with quirkiness that sometimes makes me want to set my own hair on fire. But this show has me completely hooked.
3) Jeans- In college, I decided that jeans were for commoners, and vowed to never ever ever wear them again. I wore only skirts for about a year, and then actually wore what friends called “waitress pants”, which were black pants with a built in short black skirt. Ridiculous looking. It wasn’t until grad school that I agreed to wear jeans again, and now you can’t get me out of them. I am a commoner.
2) Twitter- I made fun of EVERYONE for signing up for Twitter, seeing it as shameless self promotion, but I admit it, I was wrong. I didn’t realize that Twitter sent out automatic notifications to everyone on your gmail contact list when you signed up, so rather than starting quietly, I just gave all my friends lots of ammo.
1) Pixar- Thank Kumail for this one. I dismissed Toy Story as kiddie cheesiness years ago, but Kumail took my hand and guided me through Monsters Inc, Toy Story 1 and 2, and Ratatouille. Now I can’t get enough.
Chain Link Fence
Here’s a great article about the upcoming movie about Mark Zuckerberg, the shithead founder of Facebook.
Don’t read this story about a Mixed Martial Artist Fighter who ripped out a man’s heart while on mushrooms.
Here’s a picture of the McRibbles, which are coming, and there’s nothing you can do to stop them.
Sony’s making it possible for cats to tweet.
This is the view from our balcony of our new apartment in LA.
