Well hello there! I seem to have gone and fallen off the face of the Internet. Sorry about that. This is what happens when my wife goes down with H1N1 at the same time a large work project hits, all while I'm supposed to be studying for the final exam I have tomorrow. The only thing I have to say about H1N1 is that it is worse than I imagined, and I am so glad we have a spare bedroom and I've been (thus far) able to resist catching it from T. Onward.
Today is my dad's birthday, and in honor of that I thought I would poach a picture I posted on an old blog long ago, because it makes me smile. My dad is the one on the right.
When I was little I remember going to see my dad play in his band. I think it was either Monday or Tuesday nights my parents deemed safe and quiet enough to bring a little kid to the bar where he played. I would stand on the dance floor right in front of my daddy and alternate staring up at him, eyes wide with adoration, and watching myself dance in the mirror on the wall to the left of the stage. I would be dancing away with my little four-year-old dance skillz and he would look down at me and smile at me as I grinned up at him, thrilled to be there watching him play. My dad was a rock star.
Much later my I remember my mom saying that he usually played guitar with his eyes closed unless I was there, dancing to some combination of what the band was playing and the music in my own head.
Even though a few decades have passed since he quit that band and graduated college, the pictures in my head from that time are clear as day. When I am 95 and sitting in a hover-rocking chair on some futuristic front-porch, this is how I'll remember him. Except his eyes will be open, smiling back at me.
New Moon update: I’m totally going to a midnight showing. Yes, I know I’m a geek. After my hemming and hawing about the Great Debate of going alone or skipping the movie, I ended up getting invited out by my podiatrist (who is made of awesomeness) so I’m going with her and a group of her girlfriends. New Moon + New Friend = WIN.
I’ve never made friends with one of my doctors before, but it seems like D and I have totally hit it off. We’ve spent probably a total of an hour together and we’ve filled that time with everything from squeeing over teen vampire books to discussing our religious beliefs, along with the required medical treatment stuff. However odd that combination sounds, it always feels comfortable and natural and I’m super flattered and excited that she invited me to hang out with her and her friends. I feel like I’ve been invited to sit with the cool kids at lunch. And not the ass-hat “cool kids” who just think they are cool because they vote each other into every prom king/class president type position, but the really cool kids that everyone likes and are super funny and loads of fun to hang out with.
Making friends as an adult is a strange process. I’ve lived in Chicago since the summer of 2006, which isn’t terribly long. I didn't grow up here, didn't go to college here, didn't live here for any of the parts of my life where making friends is (comparatively) easy. I continue to be surprised each time I make a new friend as an adult, all “hey, how did I do that?” Thank goodness I’ve been able to happen upon a few of my own friends in Chicago, or my poor wife would have to put up with me all alone.
I will be the first to admit that I read a lot of what some people would call trashy books. I read porny vampire romance novels, other porny vampire romance novels, and, oh yeah, Those Teen Vampire Romance Novels. To be fair, I also read well written books that contain vampires, but this post is not about those books. Nor is it about my need to branch out from vampire books.
No, this is about the Twilight series. Most specifically, New Moon. The movie is coming out in a little over a week, and I am finding myself torn. A big part of me, a part of me that my Advance Degree in English wife likes to pretend doesn't exist, totally wants to go see this movie. Not just in an "oh, I suppose I'll go see it someday and/or add it to my Netflix queue" sort of way. I want to be at the midnight showingsqueeing like I'm sixteen again. Because that is really the only way to enjoy the Twilight series books and movies.
My problem is that my local friends are Far Too Mature for this and they can't stop rolling their eyes long enough to listen to my arguments, much less read the books or see the movies. So my choices boil down to:
1) Go see the midnight showing alone, and soak up the squee-ing of the groups around me.
2) Don't go see the midnight showing, and sulk at home with one of many other vampire books.
I was leaning towards #2, but it seems like #1 is becoming more likely. Over the weekend I realized that The Wife will be out of town that night, so there will be no one at home to save me from myself and/or make fun of me. Also, the day following the midnight showing I have work that can be done from home in my pajamas, so I don't have to worry about getting up super early.
Maybe I should start asking the universe for A Sign? Or is that just a whole other kind of crazy?
Oh Wise and Powerful Internet, I need your help!
Are any of you good cooks? Or doyou like to pretend you are, buy a bunch of fancy kitchen stuff, and then promptly throw in a frozen pizza? Because I am the later. I have high aspirations of cooking good food for myself and my wife, but if we're being honest my dinner last night was microwaved chicken nuggets, which I ate at nine o'clock at night while wandering from room to room putting away laundry and books and dishes and whatnot. To be fair, I had night class last night, or I would have at least cooked the nuggets in the oven. I'm not a complete savage.
Anyway, the point is that I am in the possession of a $100 gift card to Sur La Table, and I have no idea what to buy. Do I need a $100 immersion blender? Probably not, but that doesn't mean I'm not lusting after it, despite the fact that I've never used one and frankly have no idea what they are for, outside of the beautiful and totally-not-happening-in-my-kitchen things that they make on Iron Chef.
If you had $100 to spend at Sur La Table, what would you get? Do my shopping for me!
It has come to my attention that I mentioned clock spider in my post yesterday, but didn't link to anything and/or explain what that was. For those of you who have managed to avoid this lovely internet story until now, I am sorry. For those of you who live in Australia or other parts of the world where this spider lives, I am even more sorry. I suggest moving somewhere cold where this particular brand of spider can't live. Anyway, for those of you who are curious, this is the clock spider.
The comments are even better than the clock spider story, my favorite being the first one:
"I woulda removed the clock.. not by taking it off the wall, but by setting my house on fire and never living anywhere near that location ever ever again." Agreed.
Also, I suggest not looking up more information on the huntsman spider, as you'll learn horrifying things like "They are able to travel extremely fast, often using a springing jump while running, and walk on walls and even on ceilings. They also tend to exhibit a "cling" reflex if picked up, making them difficult to shake off and much more likely to bite." OMFG I may never sleep again. How have these things not turned up in a Stephen King book yet? Seriously?
And now that I have successfully scared away everyone who reads my blog, I shall be off. I promise my next post will not be anywhere near this gross.