8/31/05 – Bitchypoo

* * * Currently reading: What Was She Thinking?, by Zoe Heller. Finished last night: Shakespeare’s Landlord, by Charlaine Harris. Have I mentioned that I really love Charlaine Harris? Everything I’ve read by her in the past I’ve loved, and I really liked Shakespeare’s Landlord, the first in the Lily Bard series. Lucky for me, I’ve got the REST of the Lily Bard series sitting on my bookcase just waiting to be read.

* * * We watched Prison Break the other night – well, I guess I should say that we watched MOST of Prison Break. About fifteen minutes before the show ended, we lost power for just long enough to fuck everything up. Just as we (Fred) got everything up and running, we lost power again, and decided that we’d just give the hell up. Of course, there’s an encore presentation of the show tomorrow night, so we’ll tape that and watch the last fifteen minutes. So far, it seems to be a pretty good show, though I think that the brother – what’s his name? Something Scofield? – is a little too smug. Fred was disappointed to find that it’s a series rather than a mini-series, because at least with a mini-series, you know the guy might get out at the end, but with a series, they’ll just drag that fucker on for years and years. “Next week on Prison Break! The brothers make it into the sewer system – but, oh! Watch out! The guy from Fargo is keeping his eye on them, and their escape is fucked up yet again! For the tenth time!” Good show, though. Like I said, the brother’s a tad too smug and might need to be smacked down a little. * * * Speaking of good television – Starved? SUCH A GOOD SHOW. And yes, Kathy, I saw the episode with the colonics. Hee! Is it just me, or does Eric Schaeffer play an inordinant number of characters named Sam? * * * My period was four days late this month. Maybe there’s something going around, ’cause Yvonne and Rachelle were both late, and much like them, I declared that if I turned out to be pregnant – because if there’s anyone on this earth who could get pregnant while on the pill AND exclusively having (NANCE LOOK AWAY) sex (OKAY NANCE IT’S SAFE) with a man who’s been vasectomized, it would be ME – I’d be throwing myself off the nearest bridge. (As an aside, it’s funny how if you declare yourself pro-choice, it’s assumed by others that you’re pro-abortion for yourself whether you are or not, isn’t it?) Finally, Saturday night, it arrived with a vengeance (I’ll at least spare you THOSE details) and all is well. Oh, how I love being a woman. * * * Oh, I’ve seen this meme all over the place, and I cannot resist. iTunes eight-ball: put your iTunes on random, then ask it each question before going to the next song. What do you think of me, iTunes? Hold Her Down, Toad the Wet Sprocket Will I have a happy life? Suddenly, Olivia Newton-John What do my friends really think of me? When I Think About Cheatin’, Gretchen Wilson Do people secretly lust after me? Black Coffee in Bed, Squeeze How can I make myself happy? Cold Cruel World, The Warren Brothers What should I do with my life? More Than This, Nora Jones Why must life be so full of pain? Something Worth Leaving Behind, Leann Womack How can I maximize my pleasure during sex? I Could Not Ask for More, Edwin McCain Will I ever have (more) children? 04, Bob Guiney (that’d be track 4 from his album – strangely, it’s not listed by name.) Will I die happy? Down to the River to Pray, Alison Krauss (A drowning, I guess?) Can you give me some advice? There Goes My Life, Kenny Chesney What do you think happiness is? The Boys of Summer, The Ataris What’s my favorite fetish? Burn, Usher (You callin’ me a pyromaniac?) * * * See how badly I need a cut and color? My gray roots are at least two inches long!

(I wasn’t sucking in my cheeks; I had a (watermelon!) Jolly Rancher in my mouth.) Luckily, I have a hair appointment on Thursday. Ordinarily I would have gone a couple of weeks ago, but the woman who cuts my hair is on maternity leave so I had to wait. When I find someone who cuts my hair the way I like it, I tend to stick with them forEVer. Years ago when I moved from Maine to Rhode Island, I would drive back to Maine every few months to visit my parents and to have my hair cut. My hair’s starting to get longer than it’s been in a while. I think I’m going to grow it out a bit more, just for the hell of it. This past week I started going to an every-other-day washing schedule (of my hair, that is; I take a shower every day. Sometimes twice a day!) because I read this entry of Coppertop‘s, and then I went and read the thread she linked, and a lightbulb went on over my head. In the past, when I’ve gone to an every-other-day hair-washing schedule, I’ve always not gotten my hair wet in the shower, and wet it down a little in front of the sink, and then spent the day bitching about how horrible it looked. It had never occurred to me that I could rinse it in the shower and then style it as usual. It’s been about a week since I started trying it out, and I have to say that it’s going pretty well. My hair’s noticeably softer and less dry than it’s been, so I think I’m going to keep on the every other day schedule and see how it goes. Oh, and while I was trying to snap pictures of my gray roots, I got a picture of myself wherein I look like nothing so much as a serial killer:

“Iiiiiiiiii am comingggggggggg for YOU.” Okay. Perhaps I look less serial killer than stoned. * * * So, several of you invited me to download Google Talk, and because I’m nothing if not a pushover, I immediately went and did so. And I haven’t chatted a single word on it since, because I don’t really chat all that much. However, if you’d like to download Google Talk yourself and add me to your list o’ contacts, you can find my gmail address here. I should set up a regular weekly Bitchypoo chat, shouldn’t I? * * *

Miz Poo was sleeping on the bed, and Rambo just climbed on with her. She looked at him, and then went back to sleep. I suspect she’s getting used to the kittens.

They move around a lot in their sleep, these cats.

He woke up, and yawned.

I wanted him to yawn again, so I started making yawning noises at him (it works sometimes, believe it or not. Did you know that cats can “catch” your yawn?) He just sat there and gave me this look like “I will never yawn for you again, so save it, woman.”, then started falling asleep while sitting up.