February 6, 2012

a combination of shotgunning a grande mocha
and late night isolation in my office
has altered my state of mind.

i’m having a psychonautic moment here people.

i’m writing in crazy bursts of inspiration
and then flitting all over my office,
tidying, organizing, updating
software and such.

all while having a particular song stuck in my head.

any guesses?

it’s xanadu.
(telling, i know)

in my youth,
i ‘discovered’ this movie
and, somehow, the tape made it into my life.

i remember driving home in my dad’s saturn station wagon,
playing that tape and singing along, balls out.
and when it got to the title track,
i put that shit on a loop!

i realize now,
that no matter how old, weird,
and just generally off my father may be,
he was and is a mother fucking saint.

a deep love for me is the only explanation for why he didn’t flip out,
rip the tape out of the car stereo, and tell me to shut the fuck up.
i think he would have been well within his rights to do so.

thanks daddy.

and now,
for you viewing pleasure,
here’s the video:
just another peek into my insanity.

** a few notes on this video’s awesomeness:
1 – gene kelly on roller skates
2 – that smile @2:12
3 – the beam out @3:10
4 – oliva newton john’s halter outfit
(veronica, you need that in your life)

i got a package today.
yes another one.
(i’ve considered changing the blog to ‘bitches get packages’)

but this one didn’t arrive at my doorstep, oh no.
i had to track this bitch down.
stupid post office put that little brown sheet in my mailbox
the one that tells you you have to pick it up, you know?
but it was tucked against the front
so i didn’t see it for 2 days!

so i hauled my ass to ass nowhere lansing
where the post office was holding it hostage.
i handed over the brown paper
and my passport which elicited a
“what in the hell is this?” from the postal worker.
apparently she’d never seen a passport before.

then it took a manager to find my package,
because someone had checked the wrong box or something.

wanna know where it was?
right freakin’ next to the worker bee.


if she had reached 3 feet to her right,
she would have touched it.


in any case,
i have it now.
the package that is.
wanna know what it was?
rockin’ sock club, bitches!

now, lest you think me an unfrugal grad student,
this membership is courtesy of an anonymous sugar mama/daddy.
that’s right. someone made a generous donation to the bitches get stitches happiness fund in the form of a rockin’ sock club gift card.
i’m one lucky son of a bitch.

while i actually think that rockin’ sock club is underpriced, especially if you compare it to what you get from other clubs. my guess is tina does it on purpose so more people can afford to be in the club.
she’s cool like that.

(seriously, have you checked out other yarn clubs? crazy pricey!)

still, it’s always been just out of my budget.
don’t get me wrong. i’ve dropped some dough on yarn in my time,
but generally, i’m a layaway guy when it comes to big yarn purchases.
(excluding, of course, fiber festivals or travel. that’s what debt is for)
and because i’m not really a sock knitter,
i’ve never been able to justify sock club.
luckily, i don’t have to!

[insert mental .gif of me doing a salacious victory/booty dance]

it’s the little things.
i plan to treat myself today with a cup of tea and the dyer’s notes.
i think the blue mooners would want it that way.

ps what should i knit with this?

secret single behavior

February 4, 2012

it’s 1:01 am as i start this blog post.
that should give a hint as to its caliber.

a large part of how i understand reality has been shaped by television.
television has been and ever-present friend to me over the years,
and much of how i live is based on the lessons it’s taught me.

living alone for the past several months
has brought to the idea of secret single behavior
to the fore of my mind, one of television’s truly fascinating concepts.
(extra points to those who know where that little gem comes from)

the idea is we all have weird behavior(s) that,
for whatever reason,
make us happy.
they are odd,
and often unexplainable,
but, regardless, bring a dose of contentment to our existence.

perhaps it’s how you brush your hair the same way every morning,
or eliminate every single blackhead from your face at night.
maybe it’s the order of operations in the shower
that must be done the same way every time.
it can be anything.

when one is single, as i am,
one is free to indulge in said behaviors to any extent one wishes.

when one is attached,
many of these behaviors go underground
for fear one’s weirdness will scare off the mate.
which isn’t to say they disappear,
they just become more secret.

i’ve done an inventory of my secret single behavior
and worry that perhaps everything about me is weird.
and perhaps no one behavior stand out as truly ssb.
several are, of course, too inappropriate
even for this blog.


because it is after 1 am
i felt the need to pick one
and share it with world.

and since february seems replete with blog challenges,
i hope some of my blogger friends will follow suit.

one of my secret single behaviors?
i love drinking water out of my pyrex measuring cup.

i can’t explain it.
it just makes me happy.

what about you?

*** i thought maybe if i tag some folks, they will be compelled to play along: izabelle, chawne, stephen, jane, and adrienne. if any of you dear readers blog yours, do let me know.***

edit: here’s some great ssb