Straitjacket’s in the wash

Top o’ th marnin’ to ya and I do mean top. The hours are only beginning to wee and here I am wide-eyed as I’ve ever been, totally not ready to sleep. I thought I’d better get in and post something new, even if it’s stupid, to avoid loading the last post’s comments section even more. When I sat at my computer desk last night, I noticed the monitor leaning to one side, grunting a little and panting, poor thing. Somehow, I’ve found myself in one of the most verbose communities of emigas y emigos I could imagine and I’m just delighted. You’re divine connections, every one. Chatty, but divine.

@ Just FYI, but I might be going insane. I swear I hear a radio somewhere. You know that indistinguishable sound of voices buzzing faintly through headphones? It’s THAT kind of noise. Actually, I’m probably going insane, so never mind.

@ I feel like we’re On Frozen Pond, and I’m doing figure eights around the big, white elephant plopped in the middle. I’ll be ready to tell you all that’s happening with Scott’s job soon; hopefully by the end of the day. Little threads must be snipped and you’ll understand why when you see the finished garment. I promise to tell all.

@ Oh, here’s something silly to share with the class: some of my search strings. Search strings are the threads that lead from my site back to a word, or a phrase, that someone looked up online. For example: if you Google the word “underwear,” a fragillion descriptions of sites containing the word “underwear” will pop up, as well as their links. I’m sad I didn’t do this earlier, because some of the best ones have been replaced by more boring, stilted offerings. However, a few remain:

* girl grabber

* “how to dress as a woman”

* images of green bugars

* kelly hot or not (a personal favorite. or not.)

* julianne moore+feet+toes+picture (perv!)

* Napoleon dynamite wish had Jesse’s girl

* “sucking my thumb”

And my all-time favorite:

* kelly is she mine lord

@ I haven’t had coffee with Jean for a couple weeks. Since Scott’s been home, I haven’t done a lot of what I usually do. He’s got to think I’m a total bum, because when he’s home all I do is sit at the computer. It’s totally different when he’s at work. Totally. Totally. Which reminds me: I’d better get that load of jeans out of the washer and into the dryer. It’s been 3-4 days… Also, I had a tiny bit of a headache yesterday and that’s why I stayed in my pajamas.

@ If you turn up the radio real loud, you won’t hear that horrible squealing noise in the engine.

@ Martin who? Sigh.

@ We currently have six boxes of cereal in the cupboard. Don’t ask me how this happened.

@ But no milk.

@ We found out recently that Captain Video has a new deal: 5 movies, 5 nights, $5.50, and they have the best selection of indies I’ve ever seen. However, last night we didn’t get any of them. We got the loserly ones. Some stupid one about blah blah and another one starring whozee and another blah blat blech. Boring wastes of time. I did buy a VHS for a buck, though, called Coffee and Cigarettes, and while most of the eleven vignettes were only so-so, a couple stood out and I’m still thinking about them. The one with Alfred Molina and Steve Coogan was classic. So was the first one, featuring Steven Wright and Roberto Benigni, and the one near the middle with Cate Blanchett. Oh, who’s boring now? If you like quirky films, it’s worth renting, okay?

G’night chickies. See you later this morning. xo