The Bananaverse

So!!! Now I can finally talk about it. I am so glad I don’t have to wait anymore!!!! I am in Utah. Not like, because of the Olympics or because I like Utah or skiing or Mormon temples or anything like that. I’m here because Liplash and Bambi (who got married in Disneyland, scroll back if you missed that, it went down in September) live here. I missed them terribly and I got to come because I sold my Duo and that bought me a plane ticket. I’m desperately excited to get to speak the language that I can only speak to them because they get it (I have to re-rar my rar. Hang on.) and to unleash the uberfreak within because my inner freak is Liplash’s favorite part or something. He missed me too and so did Bambi and even though I got here Friday morning (through BOISE of all places) I’m already sad late Sunday night because I’m only here a week and I know I’ll be going home soon. I miss them so very much and I don’t know how hard it will be to leave. I’ll probably come apart just like I did at Disneyland, but this time I think I’ll expect it so I’ll be able to hold out till I get on the plane I hope. Last time I didn’t quite make it. Anyway!

In addition to visiting I am also being visited, (yes, by that friend) and today I felt really crummy. I also managed to score the added bonus of serious cramping which is why I’m writing this now (I have no real sleep desire just yet).

So far we saw some Olympic things and stuff, and we hung out and talked and ate fry sauce (Utah is the home of not only Arctic Circle (yay!) and fry sauce, but KFC started here too. yeah) and took pictures of furry boots and ate at the Mayan, a place that is Rainforest Cafe-esque but with the bonus treat of a pool at the bottom of a cliff in the middle of the whole thing where boys in speedos dive whilst you are eating dinner. damn good mexifood, too. Even better show!

We watched Legally Blonde earlier. I liked a lot of it but I had issues with other parts of it. Mostly that her nemesis became her best friend, and that they didn’t neatly tie up all the stories, but more or less the fact that she works it out alone is very cool and rare. that sort of made me sad, I realized that there’s no moment for a four year old girl now to see a movie where the girl proves she has cahones and can run with the big boys (I had Princess Leia) and not be all “oh help oh help” or “if I just had a man it would all be ok”. Granted Princess Leia got one, but not like, as a reason for living or anything. She was ok to be by herself too, and that ruled. I don’t see that now and it’s sad. Even sadder is the fact that Princess Leia is the reason I do what I do a lot of the time, she showed me it was possible and I never thought differently. Who says I can’t be on the radio/be a Boy Scout (I really was!)/go to girls state/?? I mean, I sort of felt like the girl in Legally Blonde, she decided to go to Harvard Law and she went. She decided to win an internship and she won. That’s my thinking, nobody ever said I couldn’t, and who are you to tell me no? It sort of makes me feel good that I am even allowed to have those thoughts. I wonder how I would have turned out in another time period, I think I would have been wired the same way, so how does a fluffy loudmouthed hard-drinkin mouthy little blind girl (ok, mostly blind) survive in say, Victorian times or the 50’s when I coudln’t wear jeans or play with tech (there wasn’t any!) and things like that. I’m a little afraid, actually.

I sort of think I’m rambling so I’m off now. I think I can sleep. Tomorrow I start making lists of things I have done and things I want to do. I’m sure the bajillions of people who see my site are desperate to know about suburban Salt Lake.

Note: So, we saw a frozen yogurt shop called Humphrey Yogart and I told Bambi we should stop and she said no. I told her if we didn’t stop, she’d regret it. Not today, and maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of her life. She still wouldn’t. Nighty night…

I walked to Fred Meyer (near my office) to get my watch battery replaced, it’s really weird to look at my watch around lunchtime and have it tell me it is 10 after 7. So I walked over and the sun was shining and there was a slight breeze and it made me feel really good to be outside. So I called Scooter and told him that I loved him and that was all, that was the whole reason I called, so just smile and let that improve your afternoon. That made me feel good too. So I got my battery replaced and my wedding ring cleaned so it’s all shiny now and my watch is keeping time again and so I left Freddy’s and the second I got outside I got a full on dose of sunshine again and I couldn’t resist so I went next door to Baskin Robbins and chose two of their 31 flavors and ate ice cream on my glorious sunshiny walk back to work and now I know my productivity for the rest of the day is just shot because the sun was out and it was beautiful and I got to walk outside with no coat on and eat ice cream and actually NEED my sunglasses (instead of just wearing them with my black trenchcoat so people leave me alone) and it was super nice outside and it made me want to go home and sit in my backyard and just exist and have sunshine and happiness and maybe a big glass of iced tea and a good book and my comfy cargo shorts and wireless access so I can play Unreal Tournament from my deck-waitaminnit! I didn’t mean that! How did that get in there? Anyway. Yeah. Still listening to Dancing With Myself. It still doesn’t suck. (:

so since I’m on the topic of ‘wow, I really like this song’, here’s a couple more:

Dancing With Myself. I don’t mean the Billy Idol version, either. I’ve got one by Blink 182 that rocks pretty hard, and I have a fluffy techno version by the Boomtang Boys. It’s interesting to hear cover versions of stuff. I don’t want to go all snotty music critic or anything, but Blink totally sounds like they are having fun with it, a lot like the Goo Goo Dolls cover of Jenny (867-5309) and the Barenaked Ladies version of Careless Whisper. Anyway.

Right On Track. I lurve this song! I just came across it again yesterday, it’s by the Breakfast Club (no relation to the movie). I’m sure you know it-”I could move out to the left for awhile, or I could sliiiiiide to the right for awhile, yeah I could get up, and back, right on track, is that gonna get you back” and so on. See, you DO remember! Unless you’re one of the younger set who cruises my lj and doesn’t even remember the movie or the first generation of plinky music or parachute pants or “big mac filet-o-fish quarter pounder french fries icy cokes thick shakes sundaes and apple pies you deserve a break today at mcdonald’s we do it right for you” and the accompanying weird hand ritual. In that case, get bent and let the rest of us sashay down memory lane, won’t you? (:

Anyway. There you go. More stuff to go find on the net. (:

I just was listening to the Beastie Boys (in my headphones after a much more pleasant commute to work today, I’m here early) and I realized that they make some of the finest headphone listening records out there. I mean, damn. If you haven’t yet heard Paul’s Boutique (and if you haven’t what the hell is your problem) you will never be blown away like I was. I got it when it came out, which was like, 1990 or something and it was a good 5-7 years before anybody else really tried what they were doing, and you’re now hearing it in the raprock on the radio that passes for music these days. I’m not anti-rap, nor am I anti-rock: I have some De La Soul and Run DMC and some Live and Soundgarden (who are not grunge no matter what you say they are arena rock that just happened to be friends with Nirvana and Pearl Jam and you will never ever change my mind so just stop trying) too. I just don’t think that rap and rock are two great tastes that taste great together. But then I think no taste is great when you run it through that miserable motherfucking fratboy that is Fred Durst. I mean, Christ with a Technics 1200, if ever I heard a successful band that made me think I too could be some sort of radio master, it was Limp Motherfucking Biscuit. The best assessment of them I ever heard was on one of my fave sites, MeFi in a discussion after George Harrison died. It went as follows:

My daughter (age 11) and most of her middle school friends love the Beatles. Kelly asked for “1″ for Christmas last year and I also gave her a home-burned CD of my own personal Beatles faves. She and her buddies listened to these for a few weeks; then she reported that one friend had remarked (re. Limp Bizkit, I think) “How can they sleep, knowing they suck so bad?”

So that makes me feel a teeny bit justified. How can they, indeed.

I’m sure I will have more to say once I have been appropriately caffeinated. I’ll be functioning within normal parameters very very soon.

PS: Liplash, if you read this, I already know Bambi’s secret. She had to tell SOMEbody so her head didn’t explode. You’ll dig it the most! Trust me.

This morning I saw two trucks. One said “Putzmeister” on it, carrying some sort of heavy construction equipment. We passed that, and the truck in front of it said “SCHWING” down the side in large black letters on the large orange truck carrying some other variety of heavy equipment. I giggled for like two hours.

Legolas Greenleaf If I were a character in The Lord of the Rings, I would be Legolas, Elf, a son of the King of Mirkwood. In the movie, I am played by Orlando Bloom. Who would you be? Zovakware Lord of the Rings Test  with Perseus Web Survey Software

Yep. another test. there you go. (:

I’m so sleepy right now but I can’t seem to actually make it to unconsciousness…I’m actually watching Three’s Company, which if I recall my Psychology classes correctly, puts me in the Fifth Ring Of Insomnial Hell. I’m fairly grumpy about this. I’ll figure it out soon and I’ll probably make another nonsensical post then too.