Mundane Musings

The weekend has come to a close, and it's time to face the reality again of another work week. For me, however, there is a bright spot. Since it's so god dammed cold outside, I have already been informed my school is on a two hour delay. There is nothing like sleeping in an extra couple hours in the morning. Even just a half an hour gives me an extra jump on my day. On that note, my progression alarm clock of which I blogged earlier is working pretty well. The problem is that the alarm at the end of the cycle is usually what wakes me up and not the light, sounds and scents. So, I've been jolted up lately just as with my $2.99 Wal-Mart alarm clock. But, at least the alarm itself is more pleasant than the average.
I bought some pop at the grocery store this afternoon. As a habit I don't drink much pop (or "soda" if you're one of those), but I do like to have some on hand in case I get the craving. Every time I buy the handy "fridge pack" 12-pack that doubles as a can holder in the refrigerator, I can NEVER get it to open properly to hold the cans in the way it was designed. It always rips, and usually royally pisses me off. Does this happen to anyone else, or am I just incompetent?

I broke my favorite coffee mug yesterday for the 3rd time. I'm pretty sure it's time to just let it go and throw it out this time and not try to super glue it again, but I hate to see it go. Is it sad I'm attached to an old drinking vessel?

Have a good Monday!

Stray Cat Strut

As per Jen-nay's insightful comment "You're soooo over this blogging thing, right?", I must say that I am not over the blogging thing as much as I'm getting over the internet. I simply haven't found myself turning on my computer for days at a time lately, which is a strange difference from what previously could only be explained as a mild internet addiction. I could never spend an entire day with my computer in the room without checking my e-mail, replying on myspace or googling funny pictures to post. However, now it seems that cyberstalking and blog posts have taken a backseat to other things in my life. I do not want to give the wrong impression that my life has somehow turned more intriguing or busy, just in an internet slump I guess you could say. I would assume, that this too shall pass, and I'll be back on my blogging high horse in no time.

Tonight, when I stepped out on my porch to have a cigarette, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I realized a large black cat was circling my feet. I am by no means a cat person, but I do not hate them. This cat however creeped the shit out of me, and I ran back inside. I'm not sure if it was just the fact that it startled me so much or that I really don't like it, but that cat makes me feel pretty uncomfortable. After I closed my door it sat outside and meowed for a good half an hour. Now, this firstly annoyed me to no end and it came pretty close to driving me into a fury of insanity. But I do also have compassion, sometimes, and the meowing began to tug at my heart strings, and I have been fighting the urge to set some food on my porch for the stray. I do know that once I do that, it will be the beginning of the end, and eventually I will become a cat owner, which I do not want to become. I thought the cat had gone away after about an hour or so, but when I went back out I found him (or her, I didn't care to check) chilling on my porch chair. I'll keep you updated on the kitty drama.

I put up my Christmas tree this afternoon, which goes against my better judgment for many different reasons. For one, I don't believe in the miracle of Jesus, I also hate the corporate mind-fucking of Christmas, plus it's only December 2. But I'm a sucker for tradition and I think Christmas trees are pretty, so a chili pepper tree it is. Plus I got fun bubble lights to put on this year, and I was excited to see them in action. Stay tuned for pictures and more stories.

*By the way, I distinctly remember my parents having this exact statue as part of our holiday decor when I was growing up. Creepy isn't it?

Culinary Delights For All The Senses

It both amuses me and disturbs me that last weekend while watching "Everyday Italian" with my mother, we both screamed at the TV in perfect tandem: "OK, we get it, you're a Dago!" when she started talking about her bisCOOHti and amaREHTTi cookies for the third straight time. Also, if I hear my girl Ina Garten say one more time that she really likes food to look like what's in it while throwing quartered limes on a platter I'm writing both Food Network and the East Hampton City Council nasty letters.

In my own culinary adventures, I've been all over the globe this week. Started out with an awesome 3 cheese 3 pepper enchilada at Mad Mex. Tuesday was $5 carry-out day at a local pizza place, so I couldn't pass that up. Wednesday I met a friend at a Japanese steak house where I had spicy tuna and cream cheese sushi (which sounds repulsive but really kicked ass). The highlight of my Japanese experience (besides the Saki) was the fact that in the middle of dinner, bright disco lights came one and a Japanese-pop version of "Happy Birthday" started blaring while our waitress brought out a half-empty bottle of Grey Goose with a sparkler in it for a 9 year-old boy. Tonight was Quiznos, the real American treat. And tomorrow I'm going out with Jen-nay for my first Ethiopian dinner. (I've decided I'm not eating out at all next week) When I told a colleague today that I was going to an Ethiopian dinner, she asked how it was possible to have an entire restaurant based on a country that doesn't eat. I do love subtle racism in the work place.

In other work-related news, I overheard another colleague saying that Lifetime movies should be shown in school to teach students real life lessons.

This weekend should prove to be interesting and very indie, so I'm sure I'll be blogging that.

A Case of the Hump Day...

Today is a very blah day for me. Not a bad day, just blah. I feel very unmotivated and even less creative. I'm validating my laziness because my horoscope today said "This is a good day for you to stay in and rest, dear Cancer." I am a "dear Cancer", wouldn't you say? The perfect melange of crab and 69.


In my boredom this evening, I did find out an interesting tidbit about myself from quizme.com. My DJ name would be DJ Wicked Wang. (See above Cancer statement) This, of course, is of no surprise to me.

andrew spins tunes as DJ Wicked Wang Get your dj name @ Quiz Meme

It also seems that my neighbor is constructing a great arc to save humanity, since I have heard nothing but hammering since approximately 4:30. (Current time 7:45 EST) It appears the building must be done very slowly, one nail at a time with exactly four deliberate strikes from the hammer. I might just have to go against my horoscope's better judgment today and get out. In the mere interest of my sanity.