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Please Stop Dancing

The little man automagically wakes up between 6am - 7am daily. Yesterday I was surprised to open my eyes and see that the giant red digital numbers were at 7:20. Doh! I actually went into his room to wake him up. A rarity. And he was still peeved at me about it after school. This morning he went the other way, waking up at 5:20am, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and raring to go. For a time I laid in bed, baffled, listening to him shout “FIRE IN THE HOLE!” downstairs.

Thankfully I went to bed early last night. Not so Monday. Then I procured the services of the new babysitter, and met up with co-workers for the Cloverfield screening. I won’t give anything away, other than it was a trifecta of awful for me. I’d knocked back an ill-advised serving of soda, and was sitting next to a man wearing some seriously overpowering stinkyass cologne. Those two elements, combined with the SHAKY CAM style from start to finish? Yes, I threw up. About halfway through the movie. At least I made it to the restroom, unlike someone else in the theater. On the plus side, the movie was co-written by Drew Goddard who I do adore. (Note: if you simply must have a spoiler, try searching for Blair Witch Monster.)

Afterwards I considered going home to crawl into bed, but a friend’s text prompted me to continue on to the Triple Rock, to see other friends’ bands play. And I’m glad I did. Even though there is no photographic evidence of the show (I was in hanging-out-with-friends mode more than documenting-the-show mode).

12/365, Saturday morning girliness

Five good things:

  • Distortion by Magnetic Fields came out yesterday. Not sure how I feel about it yet. Need to give it a few more listens.
  • Yesterday a co-worker brought in Mouse Guard Volume 1: Fall 1152 for me to read. Basically it’s “mice with capes and swords defending themselves against their predators as if they were the Knights of the Round Table.” I’m intrigued.
  • Stan Lee Tribute Artwork. The toast’s heroic dreams piece is particularly cute.
  • Came across the fabulous artwork of Isabel Samaras via Drawn. She has a lovely blog too.
  • I totally want a Fatboy, or two. But I already have enough furniture.


  1. em wrote:

    Girlfriend, we could MAKE a Fatboy. I mean, couldn’t we? It’s a big bag! I think I could probably make something like it for waaaay less than $229. Let me just learn how to sew, and I’ll get back to you on that.

    Thanks for the “Cloverfield” warning. I think I’m going to skip it. Steve’s SO excited. He’s all, “It’s like if ‘Blair Witch’ was shot like the footage from 9/11!” I don’t know why he thinks this is awesome.

    Wednesday, January 16, 2008 at 4:27 pm | Permalink
  2. zophi wrote:

    do you want a foosball table?

    Wednesday, January 16, 2008 at 9:25 pm | Permalink
  3. zophi wrote:

    ha! i spelled my own name wrong. what a goon i am.

    Wednesday, January 16, 2008 at 9:26 pm | Permalink
  4. em, yes, yes, we probably could. But would we? I still haven’t gotten around to learning how to sew, and I have a sewing machine! Somewhere. Around here.

    zophi(a) - while I do want a foosball table, I am not sure where I would put it. Or how I would transport it here. It could go on the front porch, I spose, but that would mean that, due to extremes in temps, game play would be limited to March/April and September/October. Hmmmm.

    Thursday, January 17, 2008 at 10:44 pm | Permalink

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