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oh do i need that Teac player...
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January 2006
January 31, 2006
M_'s “castle.”
taken at temple square in SLC. those mormons are pretty serious about their architecture. G-to-the-O-T-H-I-C!
and see those cards M_ is holding in each hand? while wandering around the square we ran into some mormon greeter-types who presented M_ with a postcard-sized picture of the building seen here, which she was THRILLED with. she ran around in circles, chanting: “ITS MY CASTLE! ITS MY CASTLE!!”
the mormons seemed amused.
later, as we walked past them on our way out, they offered M_ the second card: an image of JESUS (which of course proved not as exciting to M_ as the “castle”, THANK GAWD).
but see, that's how they getcha: start off with the castle to warm em' up, and then slip em' the jesus. GOOOOOAAAAALLL!
rollercoaster.
today, in a nutshell:
1. remember the job? yeah, i didn't get that. (bummer.)
2. i just got an email from Anil Dash. (wheeee!)
i'm think i'm going to go fix myself a nice strong drink now.
January 30, 2006
links for 2006-01-30
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thoughtful, compelling essay by paul graham.
shiner.
apparently equipped with the grace of her mom (which is the grace of a bowling ball impacting concrete), M_ got this one yesterday as she performed a scientific experiment involving gravity, our hardwood staircase, and her skull (the findings were, umm, inconclusive).
it actually looks much worse today, having fully bloomed overnight.
why does the world have to be, you know, so hard and angular?
the blogher, she is live.
bursting with beta-y goodness and awaiting your inspection.
i can be found over yonder.
let me know what ya'll think...
ps: expect some hiccups today on the site (i just went over to check things out and found the old BlogHer blog in place, not the new site beta, for example); but keep checking back, as the kinks will no doubt work themselves out as the day progresses.
UPDATE: yep, the site is wonky. i imagine the traffic is pretty intense. i can't even get to the mommy & family area as of this update...
be careful what you ask for.
or you may get the very first sweetney.com tshirt:
(if anyone knows of a cheaper source for tshirts online, shoot me an email at sweetney@thisurl.)
i sure do swear a lot.
file under i should've thought of doing this and made ONE MEEEELLION DOLLARS: the snapshirts blog shirt.
they scan your site and generate a “word cloud” from commonly used words. then they slap that sucker on a t-shirt.
kinda nifty... in a totally egocentric, navel-gazey sort of way.
and of course we all know bloggers wouldn't have the least bit of interest in things egocentric and navel-gazing, RIGHT?
[snort.]
January 29, 2006
the clouds parted, the sun shone, and you were remembered.
massive flaming props to Jemaleddin of Tanglebones (Baltimore, represent!) for offering his mad web skillz and enabling me to FINALLY fix that nasty little problem i had with commenter info being remembered here. ALL HAIL JAMAL.
a-frickin-men.
fair thee well, vacation hawk.
jamie had to shave it off before returning to work yesterday.
and so i weep.
don't hate me because i'm BlogHerful.
because i am one to never mention anything i'm doing until the last possible minute (i blame the brain damage): hey kids! i'm going to be a contributing editor on the new BlogHer site!* which is launching, umm, in two days! just thought i'd, uhh, letcha know! and, umm, sorry i didn't mention that earlier! [slowly backs out of the room]
but anyway (cough), the really super cool thing about doing this is that i get to openly and wantonly -- with abandon and extreme prejudice of the sort only the likes of nick nolte knows -- shamelessly pimp the crap out of blogs i love by ladies i love. of which there are many. because, you know, i get around.
yes, in that way.
so check back at BlogHer on monday and have a looksee at the new digs. i'll be there, skulking about the “mommy & family” section (because AGAIN, lest ye forget, I'M A FUCKING MOMMYBLOGGER!**).
January 27, 2006
asking more of the universe, with your help.
okay, so i've been hesitant to mention this, but here goes: i'm in the running for a REALLY cool job -- one that would spread great, frothing gobs of goodness and happiness across the land of sweetney and all it contains -- and though i'm terrified that simply by alluding to this i am (as jamie would probably claim) completely jinxing myself, do you think ya'll could send out psychic waves of TRACEY GETTING JOBNESS into the world as you go about your business this weekend? i mean, since you were clearly instrumental in getting my luggage back to me this past week, i figure a little extra positive energy from you guys might be enough to tip the balance in my favor...
i am on pins and needles, people. OUCH, MY BUTT.
inspired by dinosaurs.
to do a little brainstorming...
sweetney: making you feel superior, one blog post at a time
sweetney: now with more starfucking
sweetney: i have no idea what i mean either
sweetney: the scent of ennui, with light undertones of crippling anguish
sweetney: the frank stallone of mommyblogging
sweetney: not yet completely dead inside
sweetney: your alternative to having healthy human relationships in real life
sweetney: hating everyone equally
sweetney: smell the magic
sweetney: Offensive Coordinator for Team Interweb
sweetney: i do not have the vapors
sweetney: putting the ass back in sass
there! my work is done!
January 26, 2006
sign at park city bistro.
and so i was left to ponder if perhaps M_ would be better off without me.... at least for a time.
or, conversely, if i could convincingly imitate an unattended child and thus reap the rewards.
puppies are mighty tasty, after all...
PS: i have been remiss in reminding ya'll of the ROCKHEALS UPDATE, yo. its the sundance edition, and i just know you can't get enough of sundance talk. err -- right? [cough]
January 25, 2006
art school confidential confidential.
before this trip, i'd mentioned casually in conversation with beth that if there was ONE celebrity i'd actually get giddy-schoolgirl-geeked about meeting at sundance, it would be john malkovich. so i was pretty excited when we decided on monday to try to scam our way into the world premiere of Art School Confidential, a film starring The Malkovich.
when we got to the theater we decided to divide and conquer: beth, jamie and i herding ourselves into the long wait list line while dave (who beth claimed had superpowers relative to sundance ticket procurement) attempted to wrangle four tickets for us from scalpers outside the theater. the wait list line was an affair reminiscent of the gas chambers at dachau (but without, you know, the whole unpleasant genocide part).
after about 45 minutes of waiting, and multiple cellphone calls to dave outside (“eye of the tiger, dave! EYE OF THE TIGER!!”), we got word from him that he had, indeed, gotten us tickets. ALL HAIL DAVE.
happily jettisoning the horrors of waitlistdom, we entered the theater, which was a frothing stew of shmoozing hollywood types. among them -- as beth's eagle-eye celebrity-spotting radar rapidly discovered -- MALKOVICH. mensch that she is, beth swooped down on his balding, man-purse-wearing form, and secured the money shot for me:
ALL HAIL BETH!
dude, i was STOKED.
then there was some introductory blah blah blah from the director, terry zwigoff, and some more blah blah blah (honestly, i was sort of in rapture and floating above my seat at this point due to MALKOVICH EXPOSURE, so i remember little of this), and then the movie began.
it was good. it was no ghost world (also written by comix genius daniel clowes), but totally worth a DVD rental at the minimum.
then there was some more Q&A, with RIDICULOUS questions from the audience about subjectivity and other academic mumbo-jumbo that was reminiscent of a scene from the film we all had just seen that clearly mocked such lines of questioning. people are STUPID. oh, and there was also.... MORE MALKOVICH!
[he's the white blur at the podium (with the man-purse)]
after taking a few pictures near the front of the theater, i returned to my seat to find jamie and beth playing a game of dueling impressions of what malkovich might sound like during sex. and no, that didn't get irritating after a while. AT. ALL.
so you'd think our tale would end here, right? but no! beth and i decided to press our luck by scurrying down to where malkovich was gathering together his coat and other items (man-purse) in preparation to exit the theater, in the hope that we might score some sort of personal Big M encounter. as we pushed our way through the entertainment industry hordes clogging the theater aisles, he suddenly appeared -- coming directly at us, up the same aisle we were descending -- and both beth and i managed to cop a feel (well, a man-purse brush) as he passed us. I WILL NEVER WASH MY WINTER COAT AGAIN. EVER.
finally, the capper: giddy with our successful stalking of the wily Malkovich, we turned to find, standing literally just behind us, CRISPIN FRICKIN' GLOVER.
yes, we scored encounters with ALL THE FILM FREAKS. dude was wearing a black velvet pinstripe suit, man -- need i say more?
and so my life is full and i can die happy. the end.
leta, M_. M_, leta.
January 24th, 2006: a date that will live in infamy.
butch sweetney and the sundance brunch.
sooo...where was i? ah, yes: sunday morning we drove up to sundance -- the actual sundance resort, mind you, which is robert (or as we like to call him, Bob) redford's home turf. its kind of tucked away in a (relatively) small canyon, accessible only by a narrow, winding two-lane road, lined on either side by sheer vertical rock. beth had made reservations for the lavish sundance brunch, so after parking the car we wound our way back through the resort on foot to reach the brunching site.
all of the buildings -- including the restaurant -- were crafted in a faux-rustic grizzly adams cabin style. it was adorable in its earnestness. oh, bob!
one of the things i've noticed while spending time around masses of entertainment industry folk is that (surprise surprise) they are intensely external. by this i mean not in the superficial, obvious they-wear-fancy-clothing-and-get-plastic-surgery sort of way, but i mean rather that their consciousness and attention are wholly focused on other people, to an extent i find a little creepy. the whole time we were at sundance, i had this very visceral sense that everyone around me was examining everyone else (including me) in an attempt to glean whether they were somebody. i don't think i've ever felt so much simultaneous interest in my person, coupled with a kind of bald-faced scrutiny and calculation of my potential value i found more than a little distasteful. the question on everyone's minds, it seemed, was: who do you know and what can you do for me? and this question was shamelessly plastered all over their taunt, tanned faces. yeah, a tad unnerving.
that said, the brunch itself was UNBELIEVABLE, and its bounty quickly whisked any discomfort i might have felt off into the dustbin of semi-breakfast/semi-lunch history. as it were. cough. the spread was embarrassingly expansive and the quality superb, so it barely registered when beth -- who was sitting next to me, because we're girls like that and must remain within 3 feet of one another, even when retiring to the bathroom -- gasped lowly and whispered “that's GLENN CLOSE right there...”
i looked up, and directly in front of me -- perhaps little more than a strained arm's length away -- was ms. fatal attraction herself, decked out in all-black ski garb, her head and eyes darting rapidly (and, i should add, dramatically) about the room, until finally her gaze met ours. it seemed that, for just a moment, time stood still.
and it was in that perfect, frozen moment that beth turned to me and said six little words -- words that will resonate in my mind for all time: “do you want to make out?”
and the question seemed perfectly rational and fitting, all things considered.
and then, just as rapidly as she had entered our lives, glenn flitted off in a flurry of extraordinarily baroque facial expressions and hand gestures, as those in the dramatic arts are wont to. beth and i then spent several minutes tongue-kissing poking one another in the shoulder and giggling about our glenn close sighting, extremely pleased with our luck, so when beth then flatly stated “and there's robert redford” i, of course, thought she was attempting to get my goat.
but no, there was robert redford.
closer than glenn had been -- his butt cheeks literally within grabbing-and-squeezing reach as he stood beside us, chatting with some people at the next table. he too was outfitted in a tight lycra ski uniform (NICE), and in my mind he resembled not so much bob redford as a remarkably well-preserved high school football coach... one with a mid-winter tan and really convincing hairplugs. it was FUCKING MAJESTIC.
i turned to grab my camera, but was stopped by jamie and beth's shaming. apparently bob doesn't like having pictures taken of him on HIS LAND (or something equally ludicrous), so i have nothing to show for all of this celebrity spotting.
nothing except perhaps JAZZ HANDS SHADOW:
c'mon! that shit counts!
BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE! YES INDEEDY!
unfortunately (for you, but not for me, suckas!), i have to go get ready for yet another fun-filled utah evening, so i must end things here for the moment. much more to come, my friends... and i have pictures to prove my outlandish claims!
so until next time -- stay bob redford-level classy.
January 23, 2006
and a thousand reader-generated groans will traverse the internet, striking me about the face and head.
i have so much to tell ya'll, i quite literally have no idea where to begin.
as seen in the pictures posted here earlier, on friday night beth & dave, heather & jon and jamie & i went on a local gallery tour and to the most amazing mexican restaurant in the known universe, The Red Iguana. this was real mexican food, man, not that wimpy-ass tex-mex stuff to which we've all become accustomed. much tequila was had and, as you all might imagine, heather and jon were both smart and hilarious and charming -- the kind of people whose warmth and humor immediately puts you at ease. i expected to be somewhat unnerved by the whole hey-i-know-you-from-the-internet-and-yet-don't-really-really- know-you factor, but their good-naturedness was such that any anxiety i had was pretty immediately dissolved, and the entire evening was full of wonderful little moments of genial camaraderie and lots of uproarious laughter. can you hear the strings swelling in the background yet? heather and jon, you are the wind beneath my wings... bleech. sorry, sorry, let me recompose myself here... ahem.
saturday was a day of thwarted ambition, as our vacation curse again reared its head. first we decided to suck it up and head on over to target to get some much-needed toiletries and clothing, since our luggage was still MIA. more importantly, jamie and i had both contacted our doctors back in MD to have them call in sanity-reinstating prescriptions, because being around two high-strung baltimoreans off their meds is no fun for anyone (and let me say here that beth and dave were both fucking SAINTS during this hideous forced withdrawal period... to get a sense of what they endured you have only to peruse alice's account of going off effexor, my brain chemistry's current best friend). but OF COURSE both our doctors failed us miserably, and we left target bereft of that which would render us, umm, less crazy, though laden with inexpensive-yet-improbably-stylish clothing (see: LYNYRD SKYNARD TSHIRT, dudes!).
after our target trek, we planned to go see the soon-to-be adams family homestead -- they're building a Superhome up in the mountains above park city -- and then head down into sundance central to ogle celebrities and laugh at entertainment industry folk. the first part of that plan went swimmingly; we reached the house-in-progress without incident, and wandered around the site taking in the grandeur of both the woodland setting and the impressive skeleton of the adams family homestead. while the adults talked design and architecture, the kids grabbed a couple sleds that beth and dave had stashed away on the site and took turns hurtling themselves down the massive snowy incline of the long driveway leading to the house. and oh, there was much rejoicing. all seemed well, until we returned to the car and started to head down to park city.
that's when the puking began. i was riding shotgun as dave drove, with M_ directly behind me, so when everyone in the hind-part of the vehicle began screaming i was utterly confused. then i heard beth shouting “DAVE! STOP THE CAR!!” and “GET HER OUT!” and jamie screaming my name, so i flung the passenger door open and jumped out, still in shock, and opened the side door to find M_ hysterical and gurgle-spewing previously-consumed foodstuffs over every surface around her.
[moments before the hurling commenced]
needless to say this threw a wee wrench in the works.
after more puking and crying and the attendant puke-cleaning-uping, and somehow managing -- houdini-style -- a complete change of M_'s clothes on a slushy roadside bank, we all decided that perhaps it would be best to give up the ghost and head back home. and so it seemed our celebrity-ogling plans were thwarted... but only temporarily. for the next morning we trekked back to sundance and, unbeknownst to us, were to find ourselves face-to-face with STARDOM WRIT LARGE, hitting the proverbial jackpot of celebrity-oggling, as we found ourselves mere inches from true hollywood greatness. no, seriously -- THINK BIG.
but more on that later.
mooohooohahaha!
January 21, 2006
for the moment, pictures will have to suffice.
running off to park city today to ogle celebrities -- more soon!
a quickr pickr post
ps: jamie just informed me that our bags arrived here in SLC this morning! WOOOOOOT!
January 20, 2006
it gets better. and it gets worse.
the good news: we are here! finally! we arrived around 7:30pm SLC time, physically alive if not psychologically well. M_ spent the final half-hour of our SLC flight emitting a high-pitched whine similar to an ambulance siren, punctuated by intermittent wails of “I CAN'T DO IT!!!”, though it wasn't entirely clear what she meant by that, beyond perhaps “I CAN'T LIVE ANY LONGER IN THIS INTOLERABLE AIRPORT WORLD!” we spent a total of 15 hours yesterday in transit, leaving our house in baltimore before the sun was up, arriving in SLC long after the sun had set. i honestly wanted to wail and scream myself. but now we're here with our friends, and after almost instantly falling unconscious upon reaching beth and dave's house, we awoke this morning to sunshine and mountains and, yes, snow.
that's the good news.
the bad news: amid the rigamarole of flight changes and generalized ridiculousness yesterday, our bags were lost. you saw that coming, didn't you? yeah, so did i. so rather than it sending me into justified psychosis, i met the news with little more than some eye-rolling and shrugging. we put in a claim for the luggage with Delta at the airport , but have yet to hear anything. so last night i slept in my airport-sullied clothes from yesterday, and this morning am unable to shower or change underwear (sorry, TMI), or do just about anything else to make myself feel anything other than rank and putrid. the hits just keep on comin'!! woohoo!
so, umm, if ya'll could just take a moment and direct some psychic energy at whatever divine entity or universe-organizing-power you believe in so that our bags and their contents might be willed back into existence ASAP, i'd be forever grateful. as would those present here who have to smell me. gah.
January 19, 2006
greetings from HELL.
no, not SLC -- dallas, tx. and why am i in dallas, you ask? well we stupidly missed out 8am flight this morning (and please do note that it is presently 5:30pm); totally our bad, but the result of a confluence of small, bad things we should've been astute enough to anticipate. whatever. the point is: because we missed our flight at 8am, that screwed us on the connection in chicago to SLC, and we were left with one option: fly to dallas and hope against hope we could get on a connection there to SLC.
obviously this plan did not pan out very well.
american airlines (who i now LOATHE WITH ALL MY BEING) apparently considers passengers who miss flights less-than-human (or at least less-than-worthy of treatment as paying customers), and rather than just give us a stupid ticket on a stupid flight from dallas to SLC (an AA flight around 2pm that had actual open seats available, mind you), they decided instead to adopt a policy whereby if you miss ONE of their flights, you are thereafter relegated to the aggravation-filled purgatory of Stand By. and so we have been standing by. and standing by. finally we decided to spend another $600 [insert shrieks of terrror] for a different flight on Delta, who WOULD give us actual tickets for our money! what a concept! BITTER? OH, A TAD.
we were originally to get into SLC around noon today. now it looks like we'll be getting picked up by beth around, oh, 8pm.
it has to get better from here.
January 18, 2006
why we fight.
holy crap do i want to see this movie.
links for 2006-01-18
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already somewhat dated, but interesting nonetheless.
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regarding the shirky piece. OY.
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nicely done, people. nicely done.
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yep.
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i love this kind of stuff. can't help it.
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the latest GYWO.
and lo, the heathen defilers came from the east.
i hate the day before vacation. i have a tension headache and am nauseous from free-floating anxiety. clearly i have forgotten to do something in preparation for our trip that will put into motion a series of events culM_ting in one or more of the following: 1) our house spontaneously bursting into flames while we are gone; 2) some sort of mishap that will result in the untimely demise of at least one of our four pets; 3) unmentionable airline disaster (i can't even bring myself to put this into descriptive terms -- have i recently mentioned that i am reduced to trembling jelly at the mere thought of flying? that a plane i was in almost crashed -- IN FRANCE, no less? (and really, if you're gonna go down in flames, what could be more sexy?)). okay, so i've named the anxiety -- why don't i feel even the slightest bit better? dr. phil? anyone?
oh yes, and the SLC is laying out a virtual red carpet of crappy-ass weather just in time for our arrival:
that there is some, uhh, serious snow, dudes.
but let's rise above and take stock of the goodness before us, shall we?:
- we are going on vacation. vacation, all i ever wanted.
- we will be staying with beloved friends and fellow geeks beth and dave. that alone is freaking GOLD.
- M_ will, for the next week, have built-in playmates. praise hayzeus!
- tracey will, for the next week, have built-in playmates, yada yada.
- two words: RANCHO RELAXO.
- in a mere two days i will be in the presence of blogging greatness, as we dine with the heather and the jon... and i hopefully somehow manage to not make a complete fool of myself. fingers crossed!
- oh the sundance, oh the celebrity watching and mocking, oh the planned mid-day alcohol consumption... my god, ITS LIKE WE'RE GOING TO PARADISE.
so yeah, forget my earlier bellyachin' and prepare to be inundated with images of -slash- tales from the great mormon holy land.
you're shivering with excitement and anticipation, aren't you?
rockheals update.
the pre-Salt Lake sojourn edition.
we are SO almost outta here.
January 17, 2006
the first rule of Fight[ing over IM with your S.O.] Club...
no emoticon angry and/or frowny faces.
oops! :(
...and i now officially hate myself EVEN MORE.
links for 2006-01-17
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TRULY PAINFUL.
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patrick, i love you.
eat your makeup.
my pal (and resident sounddude for RnR baltimore) mike is looking for “Recipes from the Baltimore Punk/DIY/Indie/Underground” for publication in a forthcoming zine. click here for large/legible version...
i [heart] dinosaur comix.
just because i don't think i've mentioned lately how much i love.
and if anyone wants to buy this for me, i wouldn't, ahem, object.
deerdog.
from this weekend's festivities at our friends bill & shellie's pad: i am fascinated by their dog, Zero (AWESOME name), who closely resembles some sort of freak-of-nature-or-science deer-dog hybrid...
a quickr pickr post
yes its adorable... but WHAT IS IT, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD?!
January 16, 2006
random golden globes* thoughts.
-- luke wilson is one fucked-up looking motherfucker.
-- terri hatcher: “all i'll say is that my daddy didn't give me enough hugs.”
-- OMG did he just say angelina jolie is coming up?!?
-- re: gena davis: MENSA *and* funny! who knew?
-- re: steve carell: what, no thanks to jon? LET US ALL GIVE THANKS TO JON.
-- no jolie yet. *commence with jolie watch 2006.* EDIT: i may have imagined the mention.
-- whooo... who's the pride & prejudice dude? RAWR!
-- jamie on mariah carey: “look! her boobs are bigger than her head!”
-- gwyneth paltrow: “i'm pregnant! and adorable! don't hate me!”
-- please don't tell me that joaquin phoenix is a scientologist (just a little spooked by that embrace with travolta). after beck, i can't take another one turning all “going for clear” on me...
-- YAY LOST! dudes!
*or, as jamie just renamed it, “the oscars for poo-poo heads.”
well it makes sense to me.
while at a friendly gathering this weekend i ran into a pal of jamie's who, in the course of our conversation, mentioned that he'd recently attended a party with his wife where jason kottke was a guest, and -- contrary to all reason -- that his wife had absolutely no idea who kottke was. so, adorably enough, the wife guilelessly asked jason what he did for a living at one point, and upon hearing the response was genuinely flummoxed.... to the verge of shrillness: “REALLY?!!??! wow, uhh, that's ehh GREAT!!!”
the point being, jamie's friend noted, that “its good for someone like jason to run into people who have absolutely no idea who they are every once in a while.”
to which i replied (somewhat disjointedly, per usual): “i kind of think of bloggers as being like civil war re-enactors; for most its a healthy hobby, but then a few take it to another level, and start wearing their shell jackets off the field, picking up olde tyme whittling and fervently shining their muskets just a little too often...you know?”*
oh yeah, i know how to fucking LIGHT UP a party, people.
*no dis on kottke intended; rather, a reality check for the troops, of which i am one. word up.
links for 2006-01-16
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interesting piece from yesterday's NYT mag
i got so much trouble on my mind, i refuse to lose.
happy Fight The Power day, everybody!!
...of course i mean MLK day. of course i do.
today, let's all think about how nice it would be to live in a world where race really didn't matter. and, in thinking that thought, maybe inch one micrometer closer to realizing it.
be good to all your brothers and sisters today, peoples.
[thanks to fourfour for the righteous MLK image]
January 13, 2006
indignance
[set-up: me in kitchen, making tea; M_ in living room playing with dora's talking house]
M_, calling from other room: mommy?
me: mmmhmmm?
M_, entering kitchen: mommy? diego was smelling people!
me: smelling people? why would he do that?
M_: because he's bad and smelling people!
me: well, uhhh, did you tell him not to do that?
M_: yeah, i said [dramatically thrusts flattened palm out before her] STOP!!
me: well that's good. if someone does something to you that you don't like you should tell them to stop.
M_: [contemplative] it was...wrong.
and thus ends another scene from our ongoing series, the i-have-no-fucking-idea-what-that-was-about-either theater.
FINIS.
links for 2006-01-13
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interesting idea. and i need to travel more.
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would you like to play a game of chess?
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poor librarians.
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yes, the internet makes you stupid.
happy paraskavedekatriaphobia day!
for all your paraskavedekatriaphobia needs.
and, whatever you do, stay away from camp crystal lake today.
January 12, 2006
links for 2006-01-12
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classic migraineboy, in honor of my retired livejournal.
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This Is No Game by Jack Handy.
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john waters to host an upcoming court tv show! count me in on that shit!
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wow, they ARE just like us! umm, i mean *me*. heh.
January 11, 2006
shit happens.
= this shirt jamie just received in the mail. ya'll are really getting an in-depth glimpse into the psyche of jamie via his consumptive desires these days, eh? anyway...
in case you weren't aware: snakes on a motherfucking plane, man.
you all do realize that SoaP is a showgirls in the making, right?
EDIT: ain't a got-damn thing you can do about it.
EDIT DEUX:
faltering.
today was one of those days that starts off all normal-seeming and unassuming, and then in a single inexplicable yet nonetheless horrifying moment rears up its head and reveals itself to be wearing the face of almighty catastrophe.
which is the face of my daughter, in full-on epileptic-like hysterical seizure, turning various shades along the spectrum of red, wailing “BUT I DON'T WANT TO GO HOME!!!” full-force at volume level ELEVEN in the center of the otherwise respectfully silent echo-chamber that is the Baltimore Public Library's classically-styled grand entry hall.
i hate this part of being a parent, and i hate that it doesn't get any easier, and i hate that i reach those moments where something breaks inside me and i scream back. i consider myself a gentle parent, a thoughtful parent... yet there are those moments when, against everything i think i know and think i am, a wire somewhere in me that can be tripped only by her gets a good hard yank, and i'm sent instantly into the throes of rage.
[M_'s library selections.]
but no time for self-censure. its bathtime.
links for 2006-01-11
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awesome comic -- only 3 known in existence. in honor of monday's holiday...
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now for mac osx! woot!
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some great vintage pr0n posters; some may not be work-safe.
i called it.
and lo, the superbaby was willed into being. BY ME.
such are my powers.
DMZ.
i think i may have mentioned this in my delicious bookmarks (and of course i'm too lazy to go and actually check), but all hail 43folders conception of the email DMZ, which has allowed me -- for quite literally the first time in years -- to clean out my email inbox completely. to, like, ZERO, dude. I KNOW!
it feels like an occasion for cake and champagne or something.
of course there's the small matter of cleaning out the DMZ... but i've actually made good headway with it (somehow transferring everything over to the DMZ file made things easier to delete -- go figure), and am committed to not letting nasty email build-up happen again (she said with conviction).
no, seriously. i'm not kidding here. i mean that shit.
baltimore YMCA playground.
wink.
ham II.
at the bottom.
spiderman.
hi.
little baltimore.
number one on the threat-down? BEARS.
bouncy bridge
a quickr pickr post
January 10, 2006
no sampling.
i've been laughing at this, on and off, for about the last hour.
better than a strong cuppa coffee in the morning, i tell ya.
January 09, 2006
a brief intermission in my baroque opera of frustrated rage.
the GLOM just hit me with some more love; apparently a few emails got lost in the shuffle somehow:
from Melissa S. -
It's really difficult to make one of my hugs more awkward, but Tracey did it. There were stuttering moves to embrace and there were odd body positions and then neither of us knew when to let go. It was like time stood still and the world stopped and all that existed in that moment was this hug. This very, very odd hug. Along with being my awkwardly hugging kin, she's also cynical, smart, well rounded and she finds all the best links.
from Heather Armstrong -
Tracey is an incredible asset to this online community. She's an an amazing cheerleader for all of us, for who we are and what we stand for. I really feel like she has stood up not just for mothers who blog but for women who blog, for women who are trying to make a hobby or job out of this medium, and I'm so glad she's on our side. I can't imagine a better advocate.
these almost make up for the stupid D-50 debacle. almost.
yes, i am a small, sad person. but have you seen that camera?!?!
FOILED.
goddammit, so the D-50 doesn't come with a memory card?!?
it just arrived via UPS, but of course now i can't even use it! pointless!
now i just want to kill somebody. thanks, Nikon!
to all the trolls i've loved before...
Create an e-annoyance, go to jail.
finally, a bit of bush's big brotherism that speaks to me!
links for 2006-01-09
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screensaver using flickr for its images. nifty. windows-only though. bastards. [via lifehacker]
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moohoohahahaha!
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watch the documentary The Corporation. HIGHLY recommended.
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HUH? was this panel chaired by Colbert or something?
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amusingly bizarre and/or incoherent comic book covers and panels...
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please please please someone tell me HOW TO DO THIS.
in praise of my tongue.
you guys! [sniff]
EDIT: because you can't get enough of me talking about, uhh, blarghs and shit.
EDIT DEUX: i feel i should say a word or two about why i chose this entry as the piece to be featured on mommybloggers... but all i can really come up with is that i asked a few long-time readers for their thoughts on a “best of”, and all of them separately mentioned this post as a favorite. apparently, my long-time readers are masochists.
i also thought that for people who don't normally read sweetney it showed a different facet of what i've been up to here, since the lion's share of the content about me on mommybloggers sort of revolved around SUPER-HAPPY-FUNNY-TRACEY, which is of course not really the full picture. that's right, i'm coming out as GOTH. heh.
funny: the first comment on it over at the mommybloggers site: “too depressing -”. you said it, sister.
further evidence that my husband is insane.
received an email this morning from jamie with the urgent subject line: "Quick purchase decision needed!"
this is the item he wanted to get:
yes, its astronaut jesus.
hold me, i'm frightened.
delurking week.
the progenitor of De-Lurking Day has decreed this week, January 9-13, to be De-Lurking Week. and who am i to argue with such, umm, decisiveness?
so for crissakes SAY SOMETHING already! and while you're at it, please do note Your Official Theme Song (ala yesterday's post), so that i might imagine it playing in the background as i savor each tasty alphabetic morsel of your de-lurking salvo. merci!
There's a story of a girl so sleepy, she could not be roused.
inspired by marrit's Very Important Announcement, i hereby proclaim this song My Official Theme Song until further notice.
and when you play it, please play it LOUD.
thank you for your attention.
January 08, 2006
lo-fi cameraphone ackshon.
debbie's xmas gift for M_.
debbie + me at her birthday gathering this evening.
mmm...delicious mullet gum.
a quickr pickr post
January 06, 2006
links for 2006-01-06
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hells yeah!!! [swoons]
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no. freaking. way.
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chock full o' awesomeness.
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miffy rulz.
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of interest to my grad school friends... yikes!
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oh my god, these are rad.
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i'm finding the current "modest changes" series really helpful...
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i look forward to zefrank's new years resolutions every year. dude cracks me up.
contributing editor positions at blogher.
because i don't have enough to do in a day [snort] i'm going to be one of the two “mommy and family”* editors, along with jenn satterwhite... but there are still openings in: entertainment & arts (ms. domestic!! loooook!!!); fashion & shopping; health & wellness; hobbies; law; politics & news (righty); race & ethnicity; religion & spirituality; research & academia; travel & recreation, plus some international slots.
it would behoove you to jump on that shit pronto, pardners.
*because, lest ye forget: I'M A MOMMYBLOGGER, MOFOS!!!