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June 29, 2005
Dream of Californication
I've had that silly RHCP song in my head since this morning, and given that this post will reflect on my trip to California, I figured I'd cheat and use it as the sloppy title it is.
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I am back from California. I had a great time, of course. My trip started in Santa Barbara, where I stayed the better part of 4 days and 3 nights. We:
1. Chummed it up
2. Geeked out and tabletopped
3. Went to a wine and beer pub and chilled for several hours with awesome people
4. Ate tons of Japanese food
5. Got sunburned (ok, that was only me)
6. Walked along the clifflines of the ocean at UCSB, smelled the salt air and thoroughly enjoyed the fantastic breeze
7. Prayed the Poop Gods would give two friends' tub a break
8. Danced
9. Played Super Mario (Yes, one of the original Nintendo versions)
10. Played with really great people
Then Dom, Stephanie, Tyler, Elijah and I headed up the coast to Cambria to stay at a lodge that frankly spoiled us rotten. Gardens of every sort, wines of every sort, fantastic foods. No sex shoppes, oddly enough, and when we were in desperate need. (I mean, come on. We even tried to go to the damn local pizzaria to get chocolate and whipped cream for the Bride and Groom, and failed miserably.) I had the pleasure of meeting Paul's family (the Groom), who were all super fantastic, and a few of Melina's (equally cool). Got more sunburned. Drank a lot. Escapades galore. And in the end, I learned:
1. Fool, just because you now live in Arizona, does not mean you can go without sunblock EVAR.
2. Cambria is not a sex-shoppe town.
3. Cambria goes by their time (which is not necessarily their posted time) and not yours.
4. People can get more drunk than you (me, actually) have ever been in your entire life - even when you(me) had alcohol poisoning - and still be able to function.
5. Wriggling your feet = Masterbation, apparently.
6. Vajayjay = Flaming Vagina
7. Penix = Penis that was stimulated into bursting into flames, then arises from the ashes. Flaming Vajayjay is it's sexual counterpart.
8. I'm the only person on the planet who hasn't tried acid.
9. Do not drink something when Paul is speaking. (He'll inevitably say something funny to make you spew.)
10. There is someone more flexible than Julie Parshall out in the world. Her name is Jane. By everyone's vote, her boyfriend is a really, really lucky guy.
There's more I learned, but for now, I will leave it at that and return to work.
Posted by Kelli Little at 09:26 AM | Comments (2)
June 21, 2005
Ex-Boyfriend Set Designer?
I dated this guy in Montana before making the decision to return to Alaska. His name is Joe Spangler, and in college he was into drama, set design, and music. (I still -wish- that I had a recording of that strange play he did re: the 1950s family and 1990s family meeting each other in a weird time warp at a hotel during experimental a-bomb shows and fallout. The script and actors were f-ing brilliant.) Anyhow.
Oddly enough I was searching the internet today (because work is slow) and looking around the House of Yes pages since I had heard they made an actual play out of it, and discovered a Joe Spangler was the set designer for the opening in LA. Which is right up his alley. Weird.
In other news, I'm still bored. Raging headache too, but I'm sure that's because I cheated yesterday and had seriously two bites of cake. (Damn my egg allergies.) So uh. Hmm. Back to random perusing of the web.
Posted by Kelli Little at 12:26 PM
A Short Story For Yeus Guys
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, in a time beyond ours, there was a Zhffvtkt. Everyone knew the name 'Zhffvtkt' even if they had not seen one of that race or associated it with the race because the pronunciation of this name was uncannily similar to the majority of sneezes induced by Space Hay Fever. Having Space Hay Fever, in fact, became terribly popular circa star date 21987.593018 because of the 'healthy glow' it gave to the flesh of several celebreties. The downside, of course, was that many pharmacists were forced out of business by the sudden lack of prescriptions usually required to reduce or negate Space Hay Fever symptoms.
This Zhffvtkt's name was Bob. Actually, it was Brutnkgraphiwumr Oaymiroalkoztart Bcfghiurmiloaw, but even for a Zhffvtkt it was a pretentious name, so everyone just called him Bob. Bob had a complex - not only because everyone shortened his name and thereby demeaned his possibility of manhoodliness (although some could argue that because of the amorphous structure of 'sexual organs' of the race, man would be a bit overboard.. but then, their traits were possitively male-like, argued the other side) - but also because his belly button housed more than one Gladzoik. In fact, his belly button housed millions, an unprecedented amount that would undoubtedly shame him when this little factoid was brought up by good friends at drunken celebrations over a spot of port. Jokes, it seemed, would follow this pity-wallower for several years to come.
Anyways, Bob lived in a shoe, much like many Zhffvtkts, but his shoe - for the necessity of compensation due to his multiple complexes - was far more grand and stately than the other shoes in his neighborhood. Some could even claim it to be a half-boot, with many steel eyelets and long, luxurious silk laces and even a thick, buldging sole that proved to be a steady foundation in unexplained and unexpected planet quakes. (The quakes could be explained to the High Counsel easily enough, but Zhfftvkts were notorious for hearing only what they wanted to hear, and what they wanted to hear were only somethings that would ensure the galaxy remain mysterious and produce copious amounts of drama for their daily and nightly and afternoonly and teatime pleasures.)
One day, while Bob was jamming out, alone as per usual, to an advanced production of Amplitude - 5-dimensional with two hundred and thirty awesome tracks of dedicated bloops, sugardaddy bleeps, and heart-pounding whirs that added and subtracted points at the drop of a penny half an inch from the ground and threatened the player(s) with a deep, booming voice that resonated deep within the liver whenever a player's score threatened to actually raise a point or three - he had an epiphany.
'The up and coming rare and wondrous planetary alignment,' thought Brutnkgraphiwumr Oaymiroalkoztart Bcfghiurmiloaw, 'Will cause a shift in the -'
And a spaceship from planet I Must Return To Work came and crashed into his shoe, demolishing Bob and his epiphany. Mysteriously, his Amplitude game lived on.
Posted by Kelli Little at 08:00 AM | Comments (2)
June 20, 2005
Garage Sales and Batman
I had a fantastic weekend, although it was just a tad too short. I started it off with a little painful - but wholly appreciated - waxing on Friday, followed with finished Angel Season V with Joe and some cuddle time. On Saturday I was up bright and shiny and way too early, procuring garage sale signs and some free doughnuts before heading over to Lori's house for a little Breast Cancer Fundraising Garage Sale Action. Long title there.
We, in between customers, played Scrabble, which ended up being gobs of fun. I haven't been able to find anyone to play board games with here, given that Joe's not into them, and I don't often have 'friends nights' or whatever. We packed everything back into the garage at noon (way, WAY too hot) and called it a day. I headed home, took a nap, and tried to go to Batman Begins. Turns out the internet lied to us on the times, so we copped a squat so I could eat, and then headed home.
Sunday I was up at the crack of dawn again, at Lori's house by 6:30 a.m., and again we played Scrabble. We raised far less then than the day before, but that's ok. I found out she loves to play Pinnochle - my favorite card game - so I hope there's a little action in the future. We agreed that because we had a lot of left over stuff - good stuff, too - that we'd gather some more and then run another garage sale at the end of July. She was super nice, too, and gave the procedes to me instead of splitting it, because she had raised so much already. She's sweet like that.
Went home, took a nap. See a trend? Joe and I returned to Lori and Michael's house for some Macaw-holding, Great Dane-playing, pool-party fun with both Michael and Lori and some of their friends. One, Shiloh, had this adorable little 5-year-old boy who was both well-behaved and self-entertained, and he had a great personality. Irish is another woman who attended, a lady from Russia who was really neat to talk to. I hope I get more opportunities of the kind.
Anyhow, after everyone left, Lori, Michael, Thad, Joe, and I headed out to see Batman Begins. I. Love. That. Movie. Like Joe said on the way home when I was half-dozing through our conversation, they need to pretend the other movies didn't exist and just keep going with the same director and Christian Bale. Really, really cool.
And, as Shiloh mentioned, Christian Bale is even more impossibly, frustratingly sexy. A man is not allowed to be that attractive, I have decided.
I haven't packed yet for my trip. I haven't received my dress from the tailor's. I don't have shoes for the wedding. I haven't slept well in four days. I want to work out, but can't. I have packages to ship before I leave tomorrow night for California. I promised to attend To Shin Do tonight. I have to have my 'alone time' with Mr. Mullins. (That is a have to, btw.) I want to transfer music to my computer from his so that I have some tunage on my trip. Blah blah blah blah blah. And it all boils down to, I did this to myself. Why do I do this to myself?
I must be crazy. =)
(Hush, Joe.)
Posted by Kelli Little at 01:10 PM
June 17, 2005
Disney Blows: Reason #194837
Here is an article that details how Disney, for the opening banquet in Hong Kong, is going to serve shark fin soup. Disney, for those of you who don't know, proclaims they are conservationists at heart.
There are a couple of problems I have with this. The first is, the sharks that are considered the delicacy of the dish are endangered in large parts of the world. However, the main problem that I have is that the majority of sharks caught for their fins are caught, have their dorsal fin cut off, and then are released back into the water while still alive so that the fisher doesn't have to deal with the carcas or worry about the meat. The shark is unable to swim, bleeds, and eventually suffocates because of the inability to breathe (swimming aids fish in breathing) or are ripped apart by other predators, unable to fight or flee.
Of all the weird, stupid things to be disgusted with... But the absolute lack of consideration for the now-injured and dying animal and the waste of meat really gets to me. I mean, really gets to me.
Posted by Kelli Little at 09:35 AM | Comments (1)
June 14, 2005
Woo boo!
I'm bad with post titles, as you can see.
I'm giving blood tomorrow. It should prove interesting. It's been over a year since I finished my tattoo, so I qualify. I even talked to my doctor and the lady recruiting for the blood drive, and I was given the thumbs up with some heavy provisions re: my hypoglycemia. Eat a lot, all day, tiny meals, about eight. Three more than my normal routine.
I had this really weird dream about my sister last night. We were both physically at our age right now, but both of us were like we were back when she was 8 and I was 6. Except she was pouting because I got to push a button and she didn't. I kept trying to reassure her in my little kid way that it's ok, she can push the button next time, but it didn't cheer her up. And my adult hand was patting her adult shoulder, but in the child-like way.
The contrast was freakin' bizzare.
Posted by Kelli Little at 07:49 AM
June 13, 2005
This Weekend
I feel as though there was no transition between Friday and Monday, despite this weekend being the first weekend I've had off in two weeks. This does not, however, mean I had a bad weekend... just productive.
Friday.. Geez, what did I do Friday? Something. Oh yeah. I dropped the fabric off for my dress to be made at the tailor's. And then I vegged while Joe partied it up with the Big Swede. They needed boy time, after all.
Saturday morning I was up at 5:30 a.m. Why? Because I wanted to dye my hair, and woke up with my brain shouting, "Why didn't you do it last night?!" So I dyed my hair. And dinked. Cleaned. Showered. Went to my chiropractic appointment at 9 a.m., since my back has been horribly out of place and I've been in pain. Worked out. Washed and waxed my car. Went to my hair appointment and got 'low lights' that you can't see, a facial that was great, and paid too much money for the whole production. Afterwards, I met my friend Naja and we had a pedicure together, then went to dinner with her daughter. Ate too much, as is my problem with the food is plentiful and tasty. Came home and vegged with Joe, watching the last season of Angel (finally) and cuddling.
God, I love cuddling. Feel free to continue to send cuddling my way, particularly in the form of Joe.
Sunday I had plans to meet up with Laurie and move a bunch of furniture from donators for our up and coming garage sale. (For the Breast Cancer walk in October.) So yesterday morning I was up extremely early again. This time, it was because I was afraid of missing my meeting with Laurie, of not calling U-Haul on time, of... So I cleaned, played on the computer, and cleaned some more. Laurie called to let me know a U-Haul wasn't necessary, and when to meet and so forth, and I finally convinced Joe to lend a hand. (I bought him lunch in exchange for his help.)
So we moved furniture and donations. We received an armoir, a couch, a chair, and some odds and ends, which suits me just fine. The day was unbearably hot though, and I ended up getting rosy from the sun because like the dummy I am, I forgot to wear sun block. At least I'm getting rid of those ridiculous hand marks on my shoulders.
Came home and vegged again with Joe, continuing to watch Angel Season 5. Called Krispy Kremes, who promised to donate 3 dozen doughnuts for our garage sale on Saturday and Sunday, which is great. =) I'm thinking of heading over to a coffee shop or something to see if they'll donate some drinks, too. We'll see if I have enough time.
Posted by Kelli Little at 08:50 AM
June 03, 2005
Dead Bunnies
Ms. Parshall received her book, and I am tickled that she finds it both disturbing and pleasing - exactly what I was aiming for!
Things are work are crazy, rollercoaster-like, but I am still having a great time. It's nice to get compliments right and left, and even nicer still that I have been recognized by the President of my division and the vice-president of my division for work that I have done/am doing. Granted, with a lot of large corporations, there is the possibility of them just sugar-coating to keep you happy, but there being little to no effect for the recognition or praise, but somehow this feels different. Kind of exciting.
The hormone pills are doing a number on my system that is quite annoying. Remember when we were just hitting pubescence? I am not sure if many of you suffered from this, but when I started going through the whole 'flowering' thing, my body sweat began to get extremely rank, my breasts ached, etc. etc. Well, I am going through it again. And it's annoying. I do -not- like to smell. I am not a smelly person. I shower thoroughly, I lotion up, I wash my clothing - and I haven't had this problem in forever. But now just the tiniest bit of being hot, and suddenly I have a b.o. problem. Unacceptable. Even Joe says I smell. *sigh*
My great Aunt passed away yesterday. I knew her well as a child, but very little as an adult. She was a nice woman who had heart problems for the last year or so. My father is devastated, and both my parents want me to go to the funeral because it's here in Arizona. I feel an obligation to go, mainly to support all of my other Great Aunts and Uncles that I'm close with, to show support from my dad... But I also don't like funerals, for many, many reasons. I suppose I'll just wait and see.
Posted by Kelli Little at 09:35 AM