The Bananaverse

heh. I dno’t really have much to say but I thought I’d at least put the effort into a journal entry.

Familio Estevez will be coming to town tomorrow. So half day of work, yay, and then driving around the couv with the fam. I don’t know how I will stand so much excitement. I don’t know how I didn’t immediately delete Familio Estevez. I guess that make my other parents Padre Sheen? That just sounds like some kind of personal care product. yikes. This is something that must be pondered.

note: If you ever decide that a Midori/Peach Schnapps drink will be good with a little sprite in it, first confirm the existence of sprite. ginger ale adds carbonation, and somehow turns a magically delicious concoction (shut up j.ro!) into some seriously tragic alcohol. yeah.

I think that’s all. I’m off to read or sleep or something.

OH! One more thing:

I’m looking for some good themes for CDs I’m making. If you have a good idea (Like, songs about rain called “Soundtrack To Oregon In March” for example) then comment me babah! I am in search of a theme and nothing has yet to jump out at me except perhaps a Fakebandica CD but I dont know if I know enough fake bands with real songs to make that happen. Thanks.

So, if I had a secret friend, I’d be posting all about it, BUT I DO NOT, so it isn’t like it matters anyway.

well, we finally got to see Big Fish tonight. I’m SO buying it. What a good movie! I am tragically behind on my media updates. I need to get on that.

It was really good. I think I forgive Tim Burton for Planet Of The Apes mostly. Now if he’ll just get Willy Wonka right then he’ll be all the way back.

If you have no prior knowledge of Cause And Effect, you go find them now now now. I lurrrrve them. Yeah, it’s that “like a fat kid luuuuh cake” kind of lurve. And I got to talk to them today. EEEEEE! I’m SO excited about them. I just love them and the Sunrise EP is fabulous. If the first song doesn’t make you want to lay someone down by the fi-yaah (Chef style), then you cannot possibly be human. Rowr.

It’s totally bedtime. I need to get me some beauty sleep. Yeah, right. Tutu monkey and I are off. (:

well!

J.Ro called while I was at The Fred. “I am going downtown later, I’mma meet some folks and I thought I’d call you so you can’t say you’re never invited anywhere.” So I inquire as to where exactly and he tells me it will be the bar where Travy Trav is the DJ and his boyfriend is a bartender and the fabulous G.R. is now one too (after much drama at the last place). I said sure, a change of scenery would be nice, and after awhile we sashayed downtown.

Oh my lord but eeeeerybody was there. Brianrietta, TV Jim, Special J, The Cameraman, and lo and behold, there was Martha herself-in drag of course, as some dude.

Of course I said hello to Travy Trav and his honey, G.R. introduced me to my new friend Grape Jolly Rancher, and of course he played a stack of stuff that I really liked. We had a really really good time.

Over the course of the evening, I met a new mo, a recent transplant from Seattle who needed some assistance in the “how YOU doin?” department. I was pointed in a direction and it turned out to be the wrong guy. So after being hauled off by TV Jim with a super smooth “gurrrrrl, this is mah SONG!” I was pointed in a slightly modified direction and found the right guy. I introduced myself to him and told him that now that we were friends I’d like him to meet Miz Seattle. So I introduced them and they got extra chatty. It’s so odd to see mo’s converse beyond “what would you like to drink?” so it was nice.

And since Special J was there, J.Ro had a good time too. And in fact is probably having more of a good time right now. We left and Special J followed us back hyah in his car, and I dropped J.Ro off at his place, with Special J right behind me. So perhaps (and this is breaking news, kids) J.Ro is still having a good time as we speak! Well, not as we speak, as you read this, but since you probably aren’t reading it the moment I wrote it then it might not be happening still, but I assure you that something at least ljworthy is probably taking place at this very moment.

In other news (like you care after that little tidbit), I did a stack of yardwork today and got a very odd sunburn. I’ll detail later. now it’s bed bed bed bedtime!

so, how come labels aren’t as accurate as they should be?

Caffeine: May cause some twitching and serious serious pooping.
Liquor: Will probably cause you to do something that isn’t such a good idea in the light of day.
Britney Spears: Objects in shirt may be surgically enhanced.
Madonna: May try to convince you that she’s English.

Oh I could go on and on. Maybe I will.

In other news, I got a new Sears card today. They beat the bank in getting plastic to me, and I called them way after the bank. Weird! Hopefully tomorrow I get my money back. I feel so weird using odd green bits of paper for like, purchases. You don’t have to enter a PIN or anything. It’s fucked up!

Note: If you bank at Bank Of America, ESPECIALLY if you have a credit card there, please seriously consider how much you want to continue letting them be a company you do business with. I will elaborate upon request but it’s late right now. Same goes for Traveler’s Insurance (homeowner/renter)

Stay tuned for some serious ranting about insurance companies. woohoo! Latah.

There is this infographic about the music stores fresh from the Onion, and a fascinating story about the new LOTR character which I enjoyed reading.

Anything else I can do to contribute to your “laughter through tears” moment, just let me know. (:

I think that this is a heartbreaking image on several fronts. For it or against it, this is an emotional photo, as evidenced by the 10 minutes I spent trying to find the right words and not finding any. A picture is worth a thousand words, and I could never find a thousand so perfectly sad that would evoke the same response.

And now, courtesy of keltgrrl, a real tearjerker is located here.

fuck it’s late.

Went to Fags On Wheels tonight. I just go for the exercise anymore. J.Ro and I are going to find out what it takes to get to sponsor a night and we’re going to do it on the condition that the tasteless lesbian not be allowed anywhere near the booth. We’re turning down the lights, turning up the bass, and slapping down Almighty Mixes like they’s goin outta style. (:

Frog called it last time: Why are *they* in charge of music? Isn’t security their department?

It was boring. Work was plain. Nothing terribly exciting today. Came home and made more ‘here’s the shit that’s missing’ lists. Such fun, such fun. However, Apple revved their hardware today so I get a teeny bit faster processor in the new machine. That’s kind of nice I guess. Still up in the air what insurance is actually going to give us. This whole like, justifying my life to someone thing is really stressing me out. Who are you to tell me that I don’t deserve to get my ___ or my _____ replaced? Mostly I’m still trying to recover from the pit in the bottom of my stomach that makes me feel like maybe I should stop doing whatever I’m doing and just go bazooka barf instead.

One interesting thing happened today: I was talking to the boss at work today and he asked if we knew anything about who did it and I said no, and that someone asked if it might be someone I know. I told him that anyone who knows me but is STILL dumb enough to steal my laptop is “still probably smart enough to know that I will fuckin cut you. And to then take other stuff too? I will beat that seven grand out of your thieving ass, motherfucker.” To which the boss replied with a hearty Amen and I turned to see a very timid person standing behind me with restock he had dropped off to be checked in. I smiled and asked if I could help him and he looked a little afraid of me. I can’t imagine why. (:

Like my sticker says, NEVER @&!# WITH A SCORPIO

I don’t care how long it takes, if I find you 50 years from now I will beat you down with my walker. While Jeffro cheers and asks if ah seen his teef and what smells like mustard.

Yawn. Night!

six thousand dollars. between two computers and The Scoot’s computer backpack they took to haul things away in (which was really mine that he was using), the total is six thousand dollars. Four of it was computers and they got another two in miscellaneous stuff.

Yesterday we discovered they jacked our three Matrix movies. All the DVDs were out in a pile so I could catalog them, and they carefully picked up most of a pile to remove the three Matrix DVDs and then just left the pile there.

I feel a teeny bit good that the Revolutions discs were in the player, so they got two movies and a box. but not much.

this pisses me off to no end. Now I must go, The Scoot’s parents are here to help us apparently fortress-ify this house. Nothing I can say makes this feel any better. Nothing anyone can say for that matter. grunyo indeed.

Last night was yet another Martha party. Cory, as is the custom, invited a buncha people who are apparently incapable of shutting the fuck up. They all hang out in the kitchen or whatever and just drink and be loud, basically. If you’ve never been to a martha party, understand that there are moments when you should stfu and pay attention to whatever it is that is going on in the living room. And there is no keeping Cory from inviting people, since he lives at the place best suited to this sort of gathering. Anyway.

As a general rule, the place is full of ‘mos and a few assorted females of varying persuasions. So usually all you see is guys, for the most part, which apparently is a topic of much discussion at the house next door. So I was leaving a bit early (The Scoot called and wondered when I’d be home, for obvious reasons) and I hear a small group of guys standing in front of said neighboring house start saying the word “girl” over and over again. (it’s a girl/that’s a girl/they invite girls/there are girls/I didn’t think there were girls/and so on) So I presume they are talking about me and being a bit jumpy in general already, I lace my keys between my fingers like the self defense people tell you to do, and sure enough, the fuckers send a goodwill ambassador my way. This was the conversation:

“Excuse me….excuse me, hey…”
“Can I help you?” (in my bitchiest tone)
“Yeah…you’re a girl, right?”
“How kind of you to notice.”
“So they got girls in there?”
“Why wouldn’t they?”
“Well…are there a lot of girls?”
“Not as many as boys, but yeah, there’s always girls at Big B’s parties.”
“Are they hot?”
“Are they hot!? I wouldn’t bother showing up if they weren’t.”

At this moment I rolled my eyes as they guy couldn’t work out what I’d just said (trying to imply my lesbianity) and got in my car. I heard him running back towards the rest of his little friends, and yelling something, but I don’t have any idea what it was.

So there’s my funny story for today (since it was like 12:30 last night). Under any other circumstances I probably would have been a bit nicer, but since I just couldn’t believe he started with “you’re a girl, right?” I think he deserved to be messed with. I just hope I didn’t get Big B in trouble with his neighbors. Hopefully he’ll just laugh. (:

My house got ripped off. I’m super pissed. My laptop, The Scoot’s laptop, two bottles of alcohol and all my gamecube games are history. I’m trying to adjust to never seeing them again and I can’t, quite. They jacked the games, but not the cube itself, which is odd. Some bits of office stuff too, but nothing terribly valuable aside from the computers. Yeah, my new laptop. The one I got for Christmas. I don’t care so much about the machine, but the stuff inside it was what really bugs me.

So as a heads up, if you are in my email address book or the Homodex or on my buddy list, there is a chance you will receive interesting communication from me in the near future. Maybe not. But if you do, please let me know. If you read this then you probably have my phone number or know someone who does, so get in touch with me if anything weird comes your way. Thanks.

I’ll get a lot more in-depth later, now I have to go to the bank and get stuff straightened out with them. yay.

I think the word here is grunyo. yah argh grr hiss snarl.

Secretly I hope they come back when I’m home. Come for that gamecube motherfucker, I dare you. Give me a reason.

gah.

Tonight I went to dinner for Mister Pride’s birthday. It was nice, actually. I wasn’t looking forward to it, but I got to socialize with some folks on the outer edge of my social circle, so add that to Old Spaghetti Factory and it was a pleasant change of scenery on several fronts. I had a lot more fun than I thought I would, which made me relieved. It’s so nice to meet regular well-adjusted people. I’m so glad there are any left! I mean, odd a bit here and there, but not like, freaky in a bad, unnerving, Gateway Fred Meyer kind of way.

So then I drove back and J.Ro told me to drop by (he went too in his own car) so I did and he bought me a box of gum! Target used to sell these little gum boxes, with little rectangles of minty gum in them. I loved J.Ro’s and he saw one and bought it for me! I am so excited about it, and I shouldn’t be, but I am, because it was nice of him to spend the fifty cents (fiddy?) or whatever on it so that I could have my own. J.Ro, I luuuh you like a fat kid luuh cake. (:

Tomorrow we are shutting down El Officio so that we can go see the 3:45 showing of Kill Bill v2! I’m so excited! I wish I was going tonight, but there was a birthday thing and stuff, you know. Anyway. I had a really nice time tonight and I looked nice too, I wore some girly clothes which J.Ro complimented (as did others, which felt good). So maybe there’s something to this whole dressin like a chick thing. Hard to say…

However, a ZenMondo variety Kilty Roger would probably further that effort. (; No keltgrrl, that doesn’t mean make me one (yet, ha ha), but damned if it isn’t pretty cool. I’d definitely wear something more skirty and less pantsy if it looked like that and wasn’t purple with flowers on it or some shit.

And on that note, I’m off. Bed beckons….

Following the Leader for Fun & Profit
1. Copy these instructions and the list below into your own LJ.
2. Add your name at the TOP of the list.
3. Include one fact about yourself.
4. Be brief, be honest, don’t worry about being interesting.

verso - I am a left-handed girl-10% of the world is lefty, 10% of lefties are female. Extra special!
ukiah - I worshipped Megatron as a kid
grubbybastard - Flashdance (What a feeling) was the first song I transcribed.
craigferguson - I can easily obsess over office supplies (red swingline, thats me)
bunkytomnj - I used to have a CDL and drove a charter bus for 3 months.
redgtbear - I have taped over 700 episodes of the Carol Duvall Show.
epicurus88 - I want to reincarnate as a japanese school-girl… and giggle a lot.
bobo_dreams - my biggest fear is being alone…not single..alone.
irishchub - I am obsessed with Fozzy Bear
slacker_x - Body hair on guys turns me on.
ratboy77 - My hair never makes any sense.
perplexio - I hate snakes.
pixie_doolittle - I am scared of the dark.
enigmae - I fantasize often about skipping town.
lethebasii - I am allergic to Bell Peppers. shineyquarter - I used to burn myself all the time playing with fire.
peagles - I have size 13 (UK) feet.
darkmoon - I hate using telephones.
ktbee - I wanted a cat as a child.
duchessnora - There is cough drops and peanut butter on my desk.
devafall - I’m scared of being alone.
mslulu - I can’t play the piano
elisandra - I never wanted a pony
sirnate13 - motion is my art form
thesenorita - i love back tickles
ducati - five years ago i almost drowned.
nattie - i hate being locked out.
striggy - i stick my tongue out when i’m concentrating.
neph13 - the ocean freaks me out.
superbestia - I have a weakness for redheads.
fulguritus - i wear safety pins to keep me safe.
nobodobodon - I am allergic to Bell Peppers.

So I guess I got all in the Easter spirit today. We went hiking at Ape Cave or whatever. it was supposed to be a nice easy day hike. WRONG!

To start with, it’s not a cave technically. It’s a lava tunnel. And it is relatively unstable, as evidenced by all the fallen rocks blocking large portions of the hike. And it was dripping water from the ceiling, as well as bat guano. And it was pitch dark, as evidenced by the word “tunnel”. And a combination of fallen rock and fallen water conspired to help me slip and fall, so now I have chunks of leg skin missing, and so chunks of my leg are now covered with neosporin and three layer nonstick gauze pads and waterproof tape. I took a couple of pre-emptive Advil and I guess we’ll see what happens tomorrow.

I ended up in a tunnel (tomb?), enclosed by rocks, thought I’d end up dead, and now I just want to lay down for three days and then rise up again. If that’s not easter, bitches, then I dunno what is.

Good night. I’m off like a prom dress.

Simon Cowell is on SNL right now…Tracy Morgan, Jimmy Fallon, Horatio Sanz, and Chris Kattan are singing their Christmas song, but about how easter isn’t as good as Christmas. Simon just said “I’d rather let William Hung lick honey off my nipples than listen to you go on for another second.”

That was really really funny. They don’t even have to do anything, just having Kattan and Tracy back made it funny. They got Simon on stage with them. He wore a purple cardigan and played maracas. hahahahahaha

anyway. hee hee hee!

I saw a good joke today on the Prairie Home Companion site for Pretty Good Jokes-

A dyslexic guy walks into a bra.

I’m still giggling. (:

This irks me. and it irks me even more when someone lays it out like this.

Please go look at this and tell me that you aren’t a little pissed too.

I wanna smack that smug little smirk right off his weaselly little face. I wish I could do more than link to this. But I don’t think I can. grr.

heh.

Today at work B. Diddy started singing that Duran Duran song, “Hungry Like Your Mom”.

Then after a particularly jackassed caller got off the phone, another coworker decided it was time to smack the pingu. He started singing that old Clash hit, “Smack The Pingu”.

It was scary for awhile. It was hilarious because I was super tired. So anyway. heh.

I’m off to bed. latah!

I forgot-

I’m looking for a cross platform email app-something that takes files in basically the same formats on mac and pc. I need a reliable way to shlep email between machines once it has been downloaded. All suggestions are appreciated.

Additionally I am made of questions about RAID arrays and spanning multiple machines etc etc. All reasonably “in the know” people about RAID arrays are encouraged to chat me up. I need to get some things figured out for some things. Thanks.

I’m such a geek! I need to find a way to make this profitable. Can’t I just be one of those people on Best Week Ever or something that just comments on culture and makes a name that way? I’m good at that!

Anyway. That’s all. to bed and this time I mean it. (:

Damn. Usher can move. And I think he’s actually singing too. I just wish to god that I could look half as good as he does ever at any given point ever. I know I can dance like that. I have done half of those moves in some form or another. it isn’t like it’s hard. But he looks good and sings well. mmmm.

So I had an odd conversation yesterday morning with The Scoot…he said “Versoburger.”. “What?” “You are a quarter pound of lovin…with tomato.” Then I had to go to work. That was really weird.

I found out today that I’m appreciated at work. That makes me feel good.

I also discovered that Windows XP is not only insecure but really aggravating if you haven’t secured it. One moment whilst I snarl northwards.

I’m also in the process of making a couple of new friends, I think. I’m glad of it. I feel a LOT better knowing that the phone and the email aren’t draining me entirely of my social skills.

I am so deeply conflicted about a TiVo or a digital camera. Hopefully I can do both reasonably soon.

I went to the Hatter’s this evening to dye easter eggs. It was fun. Except for the part where Figgy’s face made my tummy hurt. We watched Tapeheads again. If you can be bothered to read this stupid lj, you can be bothered to invest the time (and the money-hell, it’s like 8 bucks!) to see one of John Cusack’s finest moments. I love him.

Speaking of film, Kelly D Afterlife consultant, now has a trailer! Peep this, yo!

writing this has made me a little sleepy. woo! Now I can get some sleep. Yay!

I’m also about to be a M-F person now like the rest of the world. I’m super excited about that too.

nighty night.

So today I drove J.Ro to see his gramma for her birthday party. It was going to be a family thing so I wasn’t sure it would be fun or not. Boy am I glad I went! I finally got to put faces to the names of people he has told me about for all this time, and I got to see his aunt and uncle whom I’ve met before and liked, and when they were leaving they all hugged me and said nice things to me. It was kind of like spending time with my own family. Sometimes I do things with The Scoot’s family and that’s sad to me because they make me miss my own family. It’s not that I don’t like them, they just aren’t MY family. And somehow that never crossed my mind today. It was like a contact high, I can go a bit longer without seeing my own family now that I got a hit from his. Hard to explain, but very sensible in my head. Anyway.

The Scoot went hiking this weekend and I got to sleep in until TEN on Saturday morning. That’s the latest I ever sleep in since my body refuses to go later than that unless I’m gravely ill. It was nice to do that too, so I guess I had a pretty good weekend all told.

Stupid keyboard! How come I don’t know anyone at Apple yet to whom I can complain about my machine? first it was the right shift key, then it was the fiber optics in the keyboard, then I find a few dead pixels…grrrrrrrrrrrr. I want to still like you Apple, don’t make me sorry I bought something from you please. I don’t want to be. Please figure it out and make it better and ship my new effing keyboard please god please!!!!!

Anyway. bedtime. mmmm.