Cindy Sheehan was arrested today outside the White House. She was taken in, along with about 50 other people, for demonstrating without a permit. Thanks for standing up and doing what a lot of us are too afraid/”busy”/lazy/ignorant to do, Cindy. MSNBC, CNN, Washington Post
How many rock bands do you know that can simultaneously rock your socks off AND make a song so sweet you can’t help but grin from ear to ear? Well, just let me tell you!
I just saw the premier of The White Stripes video for their new song “My Doorbell,” and it was absolutely delicious! Not only is it just a sweet song, but the kids in the video are having such a great time at their private Stripes concert that you just want to cry. So many cheeks screaming “pinch me!” I just hope when I have kids they enjoy a good rock band when they hear one. 
If I’d had the presence of mind when it came on, I’d have DVR’d it!
Here’s a link to the video in case you want to see what I’m raving about 
A month or so ago we got a new 140 gig external hard drive to store a back up of all of our crapola. I asked Patrick, though, not to delete all of the mp3s off of MY computer, the craptop, because I like to make play lists sometimes and listen to music while I do whatever. Not to delete them, that is, until he had the network fixed so that I can see the external hard drive (which is connected to the desktop computer) from the laptop. So, here I am, happily typing away, wanting to listen to some Gang of Four (we’re seeing them here in Athens, at the 40 watt, on October 7!)… but it’s all gone! I really do hope that it’s safe and sound on the new hard drive, but I really don’t like not being able to get at it when I want it. What’s the point, you know?
Friday Patrick and I took a leap towards a more high tech lifestyle. We are now stylin’ high definition, surround sound cable with DVR! Woohoo! Initially I thought I would be completely engrossed, but Friday evening I only watched 4 hours. (Yes, I realize how silly it is to say that you ONLY watched 4 hours of television. So?) It really does look nice, though, and I can record two shows at once! The previous weekend I also discovered charter’s “on demand” channel that you get with digital cable. This is really cool because I’ve been able to watch some awesome Guided by Voices & Violent Femmes concerts. Patrick and I predict that Guided by Voices will do a reunion tour in 2011.
Has anyone else noticed, though, that when you get High Def. that the other channels start having little red pixelated dots? It seems to be coming through the new box. I know that they weren’t there before and I sure don’t like it. I’m just too lazy to call charter and complain.
I had a great time last night bowling with friends at KingPins Bowl and Brew, the new bowling alley here in Athens. I’m still not 100% sure about the bowl by the hour thing, but you can pay for a single game if you want. I’m pretty sure my score was close to 80 last night… I know, hot stuff Holly bowling a big 80! Go me! In the grand scheme of our drunken bowling, my score of 80 something wasn’t so bad, really. I did come in third place, after all.
I just wrote a student an email from work asking them to reschedule their appointment… However, when I wrote the last line, apologizing for the trouble, I misspelled a word. Spell check corrected it for me, though, but I think it kind of changed the message a bit. Instead of apologizing for “any inconvenience this may have caused,” I apologized for any incontinence. Granted, that’s a pretty big inconvenience, but I wish I’d caught it before I sent out the email. GREAT!
I’m not sure how long this will last. I’m not sure when google will crawl pages again… but if you go right now to google, type “failure” in the search box, and click I’m feeling lucky… well, you’ll be glad you did. Also, just in case you’re wondering, it’s work/grandma friendly.
After you do it, go here just to make sure you see the page I saw. It made me laugh.
I’ve specifically avoided posting about hurricane Katrina, simply because there are no words that can make any difference in the face of this devastation. However, I would like to post a few links and urge anyone who can to donate money, time, goods, or positive thoughts or prayers to the people (& their pets) in the affected areas.
I’ve been out in the yard today with Patrick working on repotting my poor decrepit Ficus tree and my little potted palm. They’d long out grown the pots they were in, and I splurged and bought a huge, red ceramic pot for the ficus, hoping that it will get back into shape. Anyway, while I was out there, I encountered at least 3 HUGE locust looking grasshoppers (and one small praying mantis). So, basically, I had to come in because grasshoppers scare me more than death. I’m not sure if there’s a specific phobia of grasshoppers, but I’m positive if there is, I have it. Salvador Dali was a grasshop-a-phobe, as well. Which is why, I’ve heard, there is a giant one featured in his painting The Great Masturbator. It is suggested that the appearance of the grasshopper represents “his feelings of hysterical fear and a loss of voice or control”. While I may not be able to relate to much that Dali paints, this is one thing that I totally concur with. Big, small, flying, hopping, whateverthefuck, they scare the ever loving crap out of me.
Once, I was driving down Atlanta highway with Patrick. We had the windows down and one of those little bastards ether flew in while we were driving or was stowed away on one of us. I seemed to appear out of nowhere right in front of my face on the inside of the windshield. Literally two feet from my face. I… almost… died. And I almost killed the both of us trying to get pulled over and out of the car as quickly as possible. It was horrifying. This is not the only time we’ve had to make a pit stop to get a grasshopper out of the car. The worst part is that Patrick makes fun of me or gets really impatient when I’m freaking out. Honestly, if it were a fear of hights and I had a panic attack on top of a building, would you cuss at me for trying to get down? Doubt it. ewwalskjdashlásdk;lka I have to go wash the grasshopper off of me.
What the hell is wrong with me? I can’t seem to motivate enough to do anything this week. I’ve been sick to my stomach pretty much every day this week. It’s been particularly bad this Friday and last. Woah. What if I’m pregnant with a baby who likes to take Friday’s off? The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, you know. Pero I am not pregnant, MOM…don’t worry. It’s just those darn irritable bowels. I worry, though, that I will become an outcast for typing blogs about my gastro intestinal difficulties. But really, isn’t this blog supposed to be about random shit that effects my day to day goings on? Sí.
Other than my attachedness to the throne, all is well in the ATH. Last weekend Patrick didn’t work his usual insane hours at the hospital, which was nice. More than nice. Actually being able to spend time with my hubba bubba rules my world, although I don’t tell him that enough. We rocked out with our you know whats out (literally! ssshhh!) at a party last Saturday night. Before that, I finally got to see Skeleton Key with Patrick, Lindsey and Adina. It was good, but not that good. We giggled through the majority of it and Patrick slept. :/ I liked that the ending wasn’t happy. Happy endings really piss me right off. I mean, not that the rest of the movie was overwhelmingly realistic, but at least the ending wasn’t wrapped up in a little bow and handed to you.
Wednesday we got together with a friend for her birthday. It was great fun considering she’d been out of the country since May and I hadn’t seen her. There were other folks there, too, that I’d been missing since I quit my job, and also others that I didn’t really give a shit about, but it was all good. After we’d had enough to drink, I made a late night visit to target where Patrick got all pimped out:
Anyway, Patrick’s back to his crazy hospital hours… so I’m home alone again. I’m still listening to shitty emo music. Particularly Dashboard Confessional’s “Vendicated.” What a sappy, horrible song. I can’t stop listening. Honestly, I have better taste in music than this, I swear. I am still looking for members to join my all woodwinds rock cover band. If you’re interested, shoot me an email. I’ve got a great practice space. It’s only got 3 litter boxes in it right now.
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