More President's Day Days, please!
Feb. 16th, 2009 06:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
MAJOR big-ups to three day weekends. Happy happy times.
Best part of the NBA All-Star weekend was, per usual, everything outside of the actual All-Star Game. Nate Robinson's dunk over Dwight Howard? (link to youtube page). Ametaphor for visualization of kryptonite defeating Superman [think I'm giving those two too much credit there]? Seriously, NBA players reaching new heights of awesome. Dwight Howard going into the telephone booth to change was also pretty nifty. I do agree with the PTI guys and think they should have given co-Dunk Champ props instead of having the fans pick one or the other, but whatever. If LeBron competes next year? Nth degree of the awesome.
And Shaq's dance with the Jabbawockeez?. Teh hotness. Especially if they really did improv it like he said they did.
Since I'm on the sports-related kick, the winning most recent Sportscenter commercial: going up?".
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I took my grandmother (mom's mom) to see "Sleepwalk with Me", a one man show by comedian Mike Birbiglia where he talks about his sleepwalking and how it impacted his life. Like Mr. Birbiglia my grandmother also suffers from a REM sleep disorder, and she's mentioned wanting to check out the show a couple of times, so I figured we could make it a night out. The show was hilarious and poignant in parts, overly sappy at the end (the last portion did feel tacked on, even if it did happen as he described), and she laughed quite a lot, which made me consider it a success. I can think of no better praise for the experience than: "'Sleepwalk with Me': the show my grandma loved".
And, my, Mike has the most *glorious* smile. Not that it distracted me or anything; just sayin'.
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My dreams lately have either been of me verbally taking out my aggression on my father or of me eating. Soooooo, I'm thinking I a)have pent-up anger toward my father (*snort*, you think?), b)need a scapegoat for anger I usually focus inward, c)am in the "fail" category for ever engaging in a a healthy relationship with a male (that one semester of Freudian psych sophomore year, man), d)am empty inside and dream of filling the hole with "food", or empty calories, and e) am a sad sad excuse of a human. All of the above, yes? Sanity is overrated.
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What I wouldn't give for a massive snowstorm. Big fluffy piles of white and quiet streets. Shoveling and shoveling with periodic breaks for hand defrosting and sips of cacao-heavy chocolate. Winter's been letting me down.
ETA - 1) I just bought my IMAX tickets for Watchmen. I rolled the Happiness die and got +6.
2) I am wearing my own Snuggle. Damn thing's just a robe worn open side to the back. Give me moneyz, plz.
3) Watching Mike Rowe is fun. *Listening* to Mike Rowe? grown-up fun.
and, HA!, eta ETA 4) I got a major haircut. It's now short enough that ponytails are not an option. Which is good, because I save that much more time in the morning! just comb it back and go.
Best part of the NBA All-Star weekend was, per usual, everything outside of the actual All-Star Game. Nate Robinson's dunk over Dwight Howard? (link to youtube page). A
And Shaq's dance with the Jabbawockeez?. Teh hotness. Especially if they really did improv it like he said they did.
Since I'm on the sports-related kick, the winning most recent Sportscenter commercial: going up?".
***
I took my grandmother (mom's mom) to see "Sleepwalk with Me", a one man show by comedian Mike Birbiglia where he talks about his sleepwalking and how it impacted his life. Like Mr. Birbiglia my grandmother also suffers from a REM sleep disorder, and she's mentioned wanting to check out the show a couple of times, so I figured we could make it a night out. The show was hilarious and poignant in parts, overly sappy at the end (the last portion did feel tacked on, even if it did happen as he described), and she laughed quite a lot, which made me consider it a success. I can think of no better praise for the experience than: "'Sleepwalk with Me': the show my grandma loved".
And, my, Mike has the most *glorious* smile. Not that it distracted me or anything; just sayin'.
***
My dreams lately have either been of me verbally taking out my aggression on my father or of me eating. Soooooo, I'm thinking I a)have pent-up anger toward my father (*snort*, you think?), b)need a scapegoat for anger I usually focus inward, c)am in the "fail" category for ever engaging in a a healthy relationship with a male (that one semester of Freudian psych sophomore year, man), d)am empty inside and dream of filling the hole with "food", or empty calories, and e) am a sad sad excuse of a human. All of the above, yes? Sanity is overrated.
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What I wouldn't give for a massive snowstorm. Big fluffy piles of white and quiet streets. Shoveling and shoveling with periodic breaks for hand defrosting and sips of cacao-heavy chocolate. Winter's been letting me down.
ETA - 1) I just bought my IMAX tickets for Watchmen. I rolled the Happiness die and got +6.
2) I am wearing my own Snuggle. Damn thing's just a robe worn open side to the back. Give me moneyz, plz.
3) Watching Mike Rowe is fun. *Listening* to Mike Rowe? grown-up fun.
and, HA!, eta ETA 4) I got a major haircut. It's now short enough that ponytails are not an option. Which is good, because I save that much more time in the morning! just comb it back and go.
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Date: 2009-02-17 02:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-17 02:39 am (UTC)And my Snuggle (I should think of another name, no? Smuggle? Huggle? Ebor. EBOR! I'm going to go with EborTM. Go me!) is brown and dumpy. I look like a reject monk. But my front is toasty.
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Date: 2009-02-17 02:52 am (UTC)i owe you a phonecall. sorry for not calling back but i appreciate the call - made me smile.
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Date: 2009-02-18 04:46 am (UTC)No worries.
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Date: 2009-02-17 07:37 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-02-17 04:14 pm (UTC)Don't rely too much on Freudian psychology. He was a drug-addled loon. Although, I totally understand the need to emotionally eat. I've been doing that lately. Actually, I've been doing that all my life off and on. I need to step away from the cookies and ice cream. I do *not* need a fifth chocolate chip cookie. I do *not* need another bowl of ice cream even if it is reduced fat. Why does food taste so good?
Mike Rowe... ::swoon::
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Date: 2009-02-18 04:43 am (UTC)Emotional eating, fine. But I'm doing it *in my dreams*, which is just disturbing as all hell. Why can't I have, like, lots of unattached sex in my dreams? or engage in other immediately risky behavior? My dreams are weird *and* lame, which is sadness in a miserable bowl.
And I'm of the belief that it's not the food, it's just the fact that while you're (I'm) eating you can't think of anything else. Just another form of escapism.
Mike Rowe is totally my TV s.o. He seems like a cool guy to just hang with, you know?
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Date: 2009-02-18 04:57 am (UTC)Mike Rowe would be fun to hang with. I watched a few of his clips from the Home Shopping days on YouTube. He's so very funny and slightly self-deprecating, which I love.
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Date: 2009-02-18 05:14 am (UTC)That'd be a fun dream to have; wanna switch?
And on QVC he just seemed to be saying whatever entered his head, which is *great*. Definitely feeling the Rowe love.
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Date: 2009-02-18 02:59 am (UTC)And if you're looking for snowstorms, you should come and visit me. Barrie Ontario will give you all the snow storms you need!
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Date: 2009-02-18 04:45 am (UTC)Only the amusingly insane are tolerated. I amuse myself, so I think I should count. :)
And thanks for the Tick reference. Now I have to pull out my bootleg DVDs of the cartoon. *grin*