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Shake Our Hips As We Collide

Now that we have the car back I don’t want to go anywhere. Partially as I’m a bit anxious that one of the many crater-sized potholes out there will swallow us down into the hollow earth. But more so because I am a fickle little woman who complains about not being able to go out (mostly at night) and am fully embracing sloth mode this morning. But today’s options include a pancake breakfast (vegan-friendly) / flickr photowalk (photos + exercise!) / TC Maker Minne-Faire (with co-worker friends) / Como Conservatory visit (steamy). Or staying inside to figure out why our Roku box hates the new router (borrrrrring). Tonight I would love to get to the Triple Rock for Cake Eater’s Staroake party, hosted by Arzu. Alas I am using my get-out-of-jail-free card for the Retribution Gospel Choir show next Saturday night.

Instead I will likely stay in and play board games with the boy, then alternately read (the most recent installment in the demon-hunting soccer mom series), work on my own werewolf cop novel, and watch some more Archer.

At ISIS, an international spy agency, global crises are merely opportunities for its highly trained employees to confuse, undermine, betray and royally screw each other. At the center of it all is suave master spy Sterling Archer, whose less-than-masculine code name is “Duchess.” Archer works with his domineering mother Malory, who also is his boss. He also has to deal with his ex-girlfriend, Agent Lana Kane and her new boyfriend, ISIS comptroller Cyril Figgis, as well as Malory’s lovesick secretary, Cheryl.

The boy caught me watching some this morning and I quickly paused it. When informed that no, it was not age-appropriate for him to view he snorted and responded with “cartoons for grown-ups? Now that’s just crazy talk!” Oh my sweet, naive boy. Of course this is the kid who loves Invader Zim and Home Movies. But Archer is crossing the line. Though the main character is voiced by the actor who played Coach McGuirk in Home Movies. And it’s bizarre hearing his voice boom out of another body.

Yesterday I caught up on my Mimi Smartypants backlog, all of her posts of the highest caliber, as usual. And in one she included this tidbit:

This is the funniest anal examination story I have ever read. Yes I know, that’s a pretty low bar.

It was highly entertaining and led me to read other posts by that author. And I can totally relate to this:

The best thing about living in an old house is that every day is a surprise and an adventure in survival.

It is not unlike my own adventures in carbon monoxide poisoning, only this woman is much much funnier. She is someone I could swap tales with. Recently more than one friend has suggested I rent out my house (since selling in this market is highly unlikely) and either move closer to where we need to be (in Minneapolis) or to somewhere else entirely. Preferably warmer. And I just shake my head. If only it were that easy. I’ve done some preliminary research. In order to get this old house into rent-able shape I would have to shell out thousands of dollars to get the place up to code. The deck is falling off the back of the house. The fence is falling down. The new front steps never got a railing because I ran out of money. Some electrical work needs to be done. I’ve evicted the pigeons from the attic and sealed it up, but they seem to have taken up residence in the eaves under the roof on one side of the house. The upstairs floors are ugly and should be refinished. It’s never-ending. I could go on but instead I’ll retreat into my hidey-hole, for now.

breakfast, and my love of mimi smartypants

Bonus: The World Press Photo Awards 2010 - powerful, striking stuff.
Plus: More additions are being made to the All Tomorrow’s Parties lineup for New York in September, but it looks as though they’ve allowed their domain name to expire, which makes me sad. I doubt I’ll be able to make it to ATP NY but I had excellent times there in 2008.
And: Ask Axe Cop is just as fun as the Axe Cop comics, only harder to say!

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