Women’s Bodies, Women’s Wisdom and The Red Tent) off of my wish list, which took me completely by surprise (surprises are good!), and I’d like to thank you properly.
2003-10-08
An acidic and hostile place: since 1999
Women’s Bodies, Women’s Wisdom and The Red Tent) off of my wish list, which took me completely by surprise (surprises are good!), and I’d like to thank you properly.
Cujo (don’t give me that look; I read Carrie when I was younger than she is. Yes, she’s old enough to read Cujo.) last night and today was looking at our collection of Stephen King books. “Does he have any that aren’t so… BIG?” she asked. Heh. (Oh my god! She was looking at the list of books by Stephen King and said “Do we have Dance Mack-a-burr?” I stared at her for a minute blinking before I informed her of the correct way to pronounce macabre. Which is not the funny part. The funny part is that years and years ago when Danse Macabre first came out, I was all excited and checked it out from the library, and that night my brother Tracy called from wherever he was (Colorado? Maybe?) and I told my mother, “Ask him if he knows that Stephen King has a new book out!”, and my mother asked him and relayed back to him that he had said “No, what’s it called?”, and I said “Dance Mack-a-burr!”, and then my mother (and I assume Tracy on the other end of the phone) laughed for a good long time at me. Hmph.)
10-8 on Sunday nights. Imagine my surprise when we watched the season premiere. We knew that Ernie Hudson – who was the warden in Oz – was in the show, but a familiar face flashed across the screen, and I was struck almost speechless. “It’s! It’s! It’s!” I sputtered, pointing at the screen. “What?” Fred said, staring at me and then the screen, which was no longer showing the familiar face. “It’s! You know! It’s!” I struggled to come up with the name, and finally located it in a hidden corner of my brain. “It’s CYRIL!” For the record, Fred thinks Scott William Winters is the ugliest man alive, and every time Cyril comes on the screen, Fred says “God. He is SO ugly. His brother definitely got the looks!” (Dean Winters, who plays Cyril’s brother is Scott William Winters’ brother in real life)
the comments; it’s got a big bold warning at the top for those of you who haven’t seen the show yet.
Father Ray (played by B.D. Wong) said “fuck”, Fred turned to me and said “A priest who says ‘fuck’! That’s my kinda priest!”
Bitchypoo logo! This one was done by the lovely and talented Kristen. Thanks, Kristen!
* * * Last night, we passed one of the six churches we pass on our drive to and from the post office every evening. “Let’s become rabid fundamentalist christians!” Fred suggested. “Do we get to tell people they’re going to hell?” I asked. “HELL yeah! We can tell everyone, repeatedly, until they start avoiding us!” “Ooh, that sounds like fun!” You’re all going to hell. (Save me a seat)
About one in 3,000 tricolored cats are males, although only 1 in 10,000 of these males is fertile , so who’s the nutball now, huh? (Don’t answer that) Other interesting information: though calico males are rare, you can’t get someone to pay zillions of dollars for them, because even if they are fertile, chances are good they won’t father another male calico. And Miz Poo is not a calico, but rather a tortoiseshell, because: With a calico, there is a significant amount of white, and the two colors are broken up into distinct patches. This has to do with the interaction of white spotting. With a tortoiseshell, the three colors are blended and don’t form distinct patches. A tortoiseshell may have significant portions of white as well, but the remaining colors are blended . Learn something new every day, don’t you?
Guess What? Oh, don’t get excited. He’s not ours. My sister-in-law, Lee, and brother, Tracy, were in Alabama this weekend (Lee’s mother passed away late last week), and before they left Lee saw the picture of the kitten on the pet store page and just fell in love. Tracy gave me the go-ahead yesterday morning, and I ran to the pet store and adopted the kitten, spent the day playing with him (we thought the kitten was a girl, by the way, until Fred pointed out that it wasn’t so), and when Lee and Tracy got here last night, Lee took one look and fell even harder in love. Tracy, Lee, and Mireya didn’t stay nearly long enough, by the way. It was a lot of fun sitting around and talking with them and watching the kitten play. I think they should just move closer. Though why anyone would move to Alabama… 🙂 He’s so damn sweet, y’all. It was hard to let them leave with the kitten this morning, but I’m sure Miz Poo’s heart would have been broken if we’d kept him – he slept with me last night, and Miz Poo spent the night under the couch. I do not, however, envy Tracy and Lee the 13-hour drive home. I’m sure the kitten’s howling his little head off at this very moment. His name, by the way, is Gizmo. I think that’s a pretty perfect name for him. And Lee, you know you’re obligated to take 10,000 pictures of him as he gets bigger, right? :)]]>
Door to Door last night, when something caught my eye and I glanced at the floor. A small cockroach trundled along the rug, went between Fred’s feet, and under the love seat. I made a face and pointed to the spot between his feet. “Ew,” I said. “There’s – ” Immediately, screaming like a little girl, Fred levitated across the room to the fireplace, where he began dancing a jig, slapping at his legs, and screaming intermittently. I collapsed in a heap, laughing so hard I could barely breathe. Fred, not appreciating the humor of the situation yet, glared at me from across the room. It is my goal in life to get that scream on tape so y’all can enjoy it as well. He said.