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Holy. Crap.

Here’s a meetup invitation I got:

Do you want to CONTRADANCE to TECHNO and Contemporary Music!?!?!

The First Ever Techno/HipHop Contra will be held on Aug 21st.

Featuring MARRS, ATB, Timbaland, Daft Punk, Oakenfield, and more!

What is a Techno Contra? Its a Contradance to Techno and Hiphop music. Bridge the generations by dancing your favorite dances to your favorite music. We’ll have Slow and Sexy, and Fast and Hot, with a 45 minute Medley to finish the night. Swing tunes and jams will be played during a mid evening break. Change partners, meet new friends and bring old ones!

Cya on the dance floor!

OMG. Where to begin? Somehow I can’t picture any contra dancing being “slow and sexy” or “fast and hot”… Whoa. I almost want to go because… I don’t know, just because it looks so horrendous!

June 29, 2009 at 7:11 am 1 comment

To Lamely Go Where Every Blogger In the Galaxy has Gone 3 Hours Ago…

Michael Jackson.

People can’t shut up about how he’s dead.

Yeah, it’s tragic, he was a father of 3 (probably soon to be if not already messed up) kids, brother of 7, son, uncle, most likely nephew, cousin, grandson etc. of many. He was only 50; not too old in today’s world.

How does this affect my life? Truthfully, not that much. I always thought he was kind of a freak. I was the only person I knew who never owned Thriller, though I liked a couple of the songs on it. Every kid in my 5th grade class loved him to pieces, except Tracy Dorn who didn’t see the big deal (“I like PRINCE” she said, and I couldn’t have agreed more) and Shari Fallon (?) who brought in Def Leppard’s Pyromania album and cradled it like a baby.

I had Michael Jackson’s Greatest Hits from before Thriller came out as well as Off the Wall; I inherited them from Moth’s friend Nancy who got a CD player and gave all her tapes away. I listened to them a few times, reveled in the fact that as a singer, MJ was a genius even when he was singing cheesy shit like “Rockin’ Robin” when he was like 5 or something. He had a gorgeous voice! He had good musical style! He was good looking! Aside from that, though, I thought he was a little over the top, a little meglomaniacal, and kinda sketchy. After Thriller he was just puzzling and a little more creepy. I mean, what was up with that performance for some awards show where he was wearing a wrist brace and smashed up a car with a sledgehammer?

So yeah. I love the Jackson 5. I like “Ben.” I will not, however, engage in the tributes and gushing and stuff because that would be just hypocritical. Towards the end he didn’t even look like a human anymore; he looked kind of like what Joan Rivers would look like dressed up as the Joker. I saw that documentary that British journalist made about him, the one that was supposed to put him in a good light… he just seemed super creepy and I felt bad for his kids, whose hair he dyed blond and had to wear masks in public.

And Farrah Fawcett. I barely even knew who she was! I think I probably knew her best from some tv commercial; I’m not sure I ever saw a single episode of Charlie’s Angels… Oh wait, she was in Logan’s Run. I did really dig that movie, though truthfully I had no idea that was her until I just looked her up on IMDb.

In the world of entertainment, I’m pretty lame. I guess I don’t get worked up over celebrities… except Stuart Adamson. I think he was the only famous person I ever shed a tear for. Joe Strummer made me sad, but not enough to cry I don’t think.

Let’s hope MJ doesn’t come back as a zombie. Although… he made a scary zombie, I think he was more terrifying looking in real life!

June 26, 2009 at 4:30 am 2 comments

More Obsessions

It’s weird– I’m getting even more fixated on things lately than usual. Also, I can’t sleep and am not hungry. I don’t get it. Anyway, my latest (re-)obsession is Battlestar Galactica. I stopped obsessively watching it for a month or so, but I’m back! Unfortunately, there’s something weird going on with my computer, so I can’t watch it there. I was watching Season 3 DVDs at Jack & Laura’s, but I finished them all and am now onto season 4… which isn’t on DVD yet. Thus I’ve been streaming the episodes on a crappy Chinese site. The funny thing is the descriptions (at least I think this is a synopsis):

在宇宙中未知的地方有一个由12个人类殖民地组成的星际国家,人类为了方便制造了Cylons(机器人)为人类服务,但Cylons起来反抗人类,双方在血战之后停火,Cylons离开了殖民地去建立自己的家园。40年的和平让人类放松了警惕,Cylons通过人类内部的间谍瘫痪了人类的防御系统,摧毁了Battlestar舰队,用核武器将殖民地的城市化为灰烬。Battlestar Galactica是唯一一艘幸存的航母,它在舰长Adama的指挥下带领几十艘各式各样的民船和近5万名幸存者逃离了殖民地的行星系统,开始了寻找人类的第13个殖民地-地球-的旅程。

Apparently “Cylons” don’t translate into Chinese!

I’m kind of bummed– the dollhouse trailer that I’ve been working on isn’t the right scale. It’s too short. If I want it to be realistic, I’m going to have to make it at least 40 inches long, which is gigantic for a dollhouse (and I have no room in my house for it!). I made some walls last night and even wallpapered one with some cheesy 70s wallpaper I printed out. I made crappy-looking wood panelling for one wall as well. Now… do I make it with a tiny living room/kitchen + a microscopic kids’ room and a fairly small master bedroom all squeezed into 1/2 the size it should be, or should I just bite the bullet and make it long enough? Also, it’s the wrong shape– it’s perfect for an airstream trailer, but not a mobile home trailer! Should I just make an airstream and then work on the big trailer later? (I still haven’t decided what to make the satellite dish out of). So many stupid decisions about trivial things!

June 25, 2009 at 2:02 pm Leave a comment

Baby Acid Trip

Neville has this mobile hanging above his crib that acts like an acid trip for him. he gets all excited and gets completely entranced by it… here’s some footage, but you can’t really capture the essence of his excitement on a camera phone!

Baby Acid Trip

June 23, 2009 at 2:40 pm Leave a comment

I can’t stop

Talking about the dollhouse, that is! I am particularly proud of the refrigerator I made:

fridge

Lest you think I’m losing my edge, The pink slip is a Disciplinary Notice saying that “Frank uses the F word frequently” and the grocery list has crack on it. Also, Frank’s failing art, gym and spelling on his report card.

I haven’t been sleeping much nor have I been eating; i’m way too wrapped up in this dollhouse stuff. Seriously. I forgot to eat on Friday and Sunday, and the only reason I ate anything on Saturday was because I went to Laura’s house and she grilled sausages. I’ve been staying up until 2 or 3 a.m… I don’t know what’s wrong with me! Obsessive, I guess. It could also be because the weather’s been crappy and I haven’t been able to ride my bike and thus feel like a giant slug.

Also, I’ve been getting these awful reactionary email forwards for some time; I just assumed that someone signed me up for some mailing list to be funny or out of spite or something. However, I think it may just be a wrong address. Before I’ve gotten a bunch of emails that were intended for someone named Dot Dosch, and some for a Dot Dasher. I have no idea what these are about, but the person sent me a bunch of Craig’s List listings for pink baby furniture. Craig’s List in Springfield, IL, that is. When I wrote back to say that I wasn’t actually having a baby and that my name is Norah (in case she thought it was going to a Dot), this is what I got back:

anyname991@netzero.net
(no subject)

Dear NORA,

I thought maybe your baby Nora would like a crib set that was cheap. You are a freak Nora.

best wishes

Edith

WTF? All the other things I’ve gotten are about how Obama wants everyone on earth to run out and get an abortion and worship satan and punch their grandmothers on the way out and things of that ilk. Sometimes they are in the guise of “jokes”. I don’t get it. Oh well, whatever.

June 23, 2009 at 4:55 am Leave a comment

No More Dollhouse Posts, I Promise!

…at least not today! I’m maturing or something. or perhaps burning out… Today I chose to go home and sleep rather than go out drinking with homeys from 4 Seasons! Why is this? I think I’m just getting old. Also, my stomach has been acting like a little bitch for the past 2 weeks– I’m not sure what’s up with that; it doesn’t matter what I eat or drink, I always just feel queasy. Also, I’m not on my meds (one of them anyway), and it doesn’t look like getting some anytime soon will be easy thanks to all the red tape in the insurance industry. I think I’ll have to just fork over the $200 or whatever it will cost to get more so I don’t go crazy again! Plus, going off meds cold turkey screws up my digestive system even more as well as makes me nuts.

Everything’s an ordeal. I should just go off meds for good and be miserable and crazy. Maybe I’ll kill myself. Whatever, at least I won’t have to go through this roller coaster of bureaucracy every couple of months! Are there any Canadians out there who want to get married? I cook a mean rhubarb pie!

June 19, 2009 at 4:53 am Leave a comment

Holy Crap!

Little tiny dollhouse tacos!

tiny tacos

Key lime pie!
key lime pie

eggs benedict!
eggs benedict

This is making my dollhouse craze drool as well as my fake food obsession!

There’s also a toaster (I’ve been looking for a good toaster):

toaster

Today I made a beaded curtain for the den (there aren’t any doors in the house, and it’s too small to have them open properly), a sink/stove for the kitchen, a kitchen table and a coffee table, and tiled 1/2 the bathroom. I need to get another bag of tiles because there weren’t enough! The bathroom is actually the upstairs hall, but whatever. It’s a shame to waste this whole room just because the stairs come up into it! So if you’re peeing people will walk past you to get to the den or bedroom. Sucks to be you! There aren’t any stairs going up to the attic (where most of the bedrooms are) so you’ll have to levitate up there anyway… why not just levitate to the second floor to begin with?

OMG little matzohs!!!!
matzoh

OH yeah, I also made a dish strainer with some dishes, but it’s not very good– I made it out of red insulated wire, so it could look cool… I just need to re-do it.

Maybe I just need a cat licking its butt:

butt licking cat

OR… A DOUCHE BAG!!!!!
douche bag!!!

OK, I have to stop this now. I did order bottles of Jack Daniel’s and Jameson the other day… I figure what’s a band practice space without booze, right? I have a dedication to making as musch stuff for this house as possible, though… the booze was way too cute to pass up though!

June 18, 2009 at 4:11 am Leave a comment

Apartment Angst

I’ve been living in The Hermitage for almost 2.5 years now… the longest I’ve lived anywhere since I’ve been 18. It’s weird… I’ve been getting that itchy feeling like I should move on; my address is wearing thin. However, I mostly like this place. The only things that are getting old are (1) the lack of kitchen and (2) the refrigerator that freezes lettuce and eggs but won’t freeze anything in the freezer (no, it won’t freeze ice cream if you put it in the fridge part, I tried that). I’d like a place with bigger windows and more light so my plants don’t keep dying. I’d also like a place with a front stoop that I can have a beer on during nice days like today because I’m ghetto like that. I’d love a bathtub, since taking baths is one of my favorite hobbies, but I don’t want to go too crazy here! However, I don’t think my finances are in an order that will allow me to pay 1st & last month’s rent any place, let alone a security deposit!

So what have I been doing about this? Fixing up my dollhouse! Yes, years ago I traded Squidney The International Textbook of Surgery, Volume II copyright 1900 by “American and British Authors” for her dollhouse. The textbook is pretty awesome, it’s been handed down through 3 generations of us freaks who enjoy looking at lovely things like elephantiasis of the scrotum
Elephantiasis of the scrotum!

polymastia!
and polymastia!

Anyway, Moth brought the dollhouse with her last weekend, which has been living in her attic since Squidney outgrew it like years ago. I’ve been fixing it up as a jam shack for my Star Wars guys. Currently Lando Calrissian is on electric guitar and Brannigan the cat dude from Doctor Who is playing acoustic guitar. They have a robot servant who serves them plates of rubber roaches (the bugs, not the drugs) and Yoda has teeny little Pixies and Radiohead posters hanging up in his bedroom. I made a modernesque couch out of some foam and wire, and a bed out of balsa sticks. Oh yeah, I got a kit for putting together baby furniture, so the baby stegasaurus sleeps in a black cradle decorated with red pentagrams. THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!!!! Holy crap this is awesome. I painted all the rooms different colors, and even put in a balsa wood floor (it wouldn’t technically be a *hard* wood floor, now would it?) in the kitchen because I couldn’t decide which color to paint it.

Basically, this is how I’m getting out all my living space angst. The dollhouse itself is kind of crappy– it was made out of poorly cut pieces of plywood held together mostly with aging glue. The roof tiles are drawn on in Sharpie, and all the pieces of wood that hold the plastic sheets with window panes printed on them are coming un-glued. However, this is part of its charm. For some reason, i’d rather fix up a weird, falling apart old junker than have a brand new zillion -dollar fancy Victorian gingerbread house… Victorian stuff is so *yawn*.

However, I wouldn’t throw this back in Santa’s face… this is the most fucking awesome dollhouse on earth!

kaleidoscope house
They had one at this shop in Harvard Square a few years ago and I oohed and aahed at it every time I walked by. Apparently they don’t make these anymore and you can only get them on eBay. Alas.

I’ve gotten really into making stuff for the dollhouse– maybe I’ll finally realize my dream and make a doll trailer. I’ve been wanting to make a trailer-shaped dollhouse for little redneck dolls, complete with a car up on bricks and a garden planted in an old tractor tire in the front yard. Maybe one of these days I’ll just do it!

Besides working on the dollhouse I’ve been practicing the bass like a fiend. I can now play the riff from “Daddy Cool” (it’s really not that hard, but so satisfying!) as well as 7 Pixies songs. Go, me!

June 17, 2009 at 4:14 am 1 comment

Move Over, R. Kelly!

Whenever I mention that I’m taking care of a baby boy, people always feel the need to share their experiences with changing boy diapers. Everyone has been peed on, and it’s always at the forefront of their mind when I mention taking care of my nephews or anything. Well i got to experience the joys of baby urination today and it sure was exciting! Neville was in a cranky mood all day, crying and being generally crochety. His mother mentioned that he hadn’t pooped since yesterday at about 6:00 a.m. Yes, when you take care of babies, their excretory functions become a major source of interest. So anyway, he was a grouchy little grump all day… until I went to change his diapers and he managed to hit me in the abdominal region with his power peeing. After that, he was ecstatic. Seriously. He thought it was hysterical and was happy and giggly for the rest of the day. Someone’s got to stop playing R. Kelly for him!

So yeah, my days are filled with keeping track of baby’s digestion. It sounds awful, but it beats trying to kill fungus gnats in plants any day!

Yesterday was my day off and I had an adventure… that is I got to go to not one, but TWO different RMVs! (that’s what they call the DMV in MA– the Registry of Motor Vehicles). I took care of the plants at Harvard in the morning, then rode my bike downtown to pay some parking tickets at City Hall, then rode over to the RMV in Chinatown. I knew it was too good to be true– the wait was about 5 minutes. I gave the lady my stuff and she folded all the receipts neatly, shoved them into an envelope and wrote “RECEIPTS TO KEEP” on them and handed it to me saying, “you’ll need to keep these.” Then she said she couldn’t renew my licence plates because I didn’t have an RMV-3 form proving that I have insurance. “But I have my car’s registration. I couldn’t register the car without insurance” I said, which made no difference. The insurance people gave me an RMV-3 form, but I gave it to the RMV already when I registered the car. Oy vey! So, I rode home, got in the car and went to Watertown to the insurance place, got another RMV-3 form, took it to the RMV in Watertown and waited an hour in line. Of course, for certain transactions they only take cash, so I had to run to the ATM in Target… which was out of order. Thus I ended up buying a tugboat-shaped throw rug from the dollar rack and getting cash back with the debit card. Then I discovered that the dude at the insurance office had put the wrong address on the form.

It all worked out in the end, though… my car is registered and renewed and all set until 2011!

Then I drove to Allston to meet Robin aka Lil’ Bitch at Our House for some 2-for-1 burgers. Lil’ Bitch is not drinking anymore. in fact, he now goes to gay AA. Yes, he’s not gay (we think) and I really doubt he’s a bona fide alcoholic, but he goes to gay AA meetings anyway because the people are nicer. Hey, whatever works, right? Laura and Dave from 4 Seasons and Laura’s roommate met me there also (Robin had to leave early to go do homework). We had a few drinks and it was fun… until I got to my car and discovered that I had left the lights on and now the battery was dead. So, I called Terrence and he helped me jump start it, which was no easy task since I was parked perpendicularly and had to put the car in neutral and push it around to a good spot with traffic coming. I owe him many beers!

Hopefully the car drama is over with now. Oh, I mean it will be over with hopefully next Wednesday when I get the darn thing fixed!

June 12, 2009 at 1:42 am Leave a comment

6 months to create, 20 seconds to destroy…

I’ve been working on this needlepoint project for about 8 years now. It’s from the opening credit sequence from Blake’s 7 because I’m a giant dork:Blake's 7 opening credit x-stitch template
I started it 8 years ago, and put it away for a couple of years and by the time I went to finish it I had lost all the embroidery floss and couldn’t find any colors that matched. So, I started a new one over. I traced the template onto the cloth with markers which showed through because I made a few little mistakes. I figured I’d scrub off the marker with a toothbrush and some soap… but the embroidery floss of course isn’t color-fast and bled all over the place. Luckily, it really only bled into the white that I was doing in the background which I hadn’t gotten very far on. I had to rip all the white out and start again. Alas. Will this thing ever be finished? Maybe someday! My new job is much less interesting to write about than previous jobs. The potential for drama here is pretty much nil, unless you count projectile vomiting and explosive diarrhea as drama.

That was exciting. Is that really all I have to discuss today? Oh, I watched the movie Starship Troopers while Neville was sleeping today. It was pretty amazingly awful. It brought awful to new heights! It was wicked long, too… I missed about half of it since Neville was in a really cranky mood all day and required constant walking around the house (he has to be held every second while you are standing and usually moving around). Let’s see… I only smell mostly like baby barf today!

June 10, 2009 at 2:57 am Leave a comment

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