In my dream world I would never have to wear pants. But we do not live in this world. Still, some group does have an annual "no pants day" which happens to be this weekend. I will be in DC this so can't participate but it does sound fun fun fun and it can be the accompaniment of "no shirt bar night".
http://www.improveverywhere.com/2007/12/29/no-pants-2k8-details-for-nyc/#more-197
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Friday, January 4, 2008
Traversing the Country has NEVER Been so FUN!
Hello JJ8ers,
Let me tell you a little story.
Some of you may know that I took a few days out of my NM trip home to visit my grandmother in San Francisco. She was in the hospital for a while after Thanksgiving, so my dad and I wanted to make sure that she was being taken care of adequately by her new live-in nurse, and that she wasn't going to drive this poor creature to madness. You see, the great tradition of insanity has been handed down, generation to generation, and a sharp tongue never dies, even when it is lodged in a nearly 90yr old 80lb 5 foot sized body.
Anyway, Eleanor was feisty and fine, and our worries were eased by the strong, brave, and bright Tonkinese woman taking care of her.
However, a ginormous (yes it is now in the dictionary) storm decided that no good deed shall go unpunished.
As stated in The New York Times, anyone traveling in this storm is "foolhardy."
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/01/05/us/05calif.html?hp
My dad and I woke up to a dark apartment this morning, all the electricity was out. Somehow, during the night, we had been submerged in water, had we floated down the hill into the bay? What was that terrible shrieking noise? Oh, just your typical San Francisco hurricane. Nothing to see here, certainly not downed fences, guardrails, trees, tractor trailers....
Our little plane was only delayed 2hrs. We only sat on the runway for an hour. Every plane taking off was invisible, immersed in a cloud of jet blown rain water. Then, our tiny commuter jet braved the winds, fun! Like being tied to a jackhammer, twenty thousand feet in the sky!
And so, I missed my flight to New York. I thought I would never make it to my own going away party. All my hopes hinged on begging the mercy of the Continental airlines ticket monkeys. However, the ticket counter is closed from the hours of 4pm to 8pm. After waiting a few hours, one of the monkeys appeared, a particularly hideous one with a nearly human mullet, chunks of blonde tufts on top of her head, and long straight straggly strands down the back of her neck. I thought, "Cassie, you should never judge a monkey by its mullet." So I approached her slowly with a big, kind, friendly smile on my face. She listened to my tale of woe, her little eyes almost closing, and then said that I would need to pay $247 additional to get on the plane. What a lot of bananas!
So, I did what any proud American should do, I called customer service and cried. I still ended up paying $100, but I had the thrill of ignoring the monkey as she scratched her armpits and licked her computer screen, and screeched, "did they tell you anything different?" I simply handed her my bag (my dad making sure that she put the tag on and didn't throw it into the jungle heap) and walked away.
So, now I am here in the Albuquerque Sunport (yes, not Airport). The bar closed at 9pm. It feels like 3am. I am one margarita and two martinis to the wind. And my flight doesn't leave for another hour. Just thought I would share this with you all. I get into Newark at 5am. Joy!
See you all in a few hours at Pacific Standard!
Love
Cass
P.S. A little multi-media presentation follows, just for you!
Kokopelli, the humpbacked flute player:
Frank Frost, family photographer:
the tumbleweeds are moving too quickly for you to see them:
and my waterbottle is eating my face.
Let me tell you a little story.
Some of you may know that I took a few days out of my NM trip home to visit my grandmother in San Francisco. She was in the hospital for a while after Thanksgiving, so my dad and I wanted to make sure that she was being taken care of adequately by her new live-in nurse, and that she wasn't going to drive this poor creature to madness. You see, the great tradition of insanity has been handed down, generation to generation, and a sharp tongue never dies, even when it is lodged in a nearly 90yr old 80lb 5 foot sized body.
Anyway, Eleanor was feisty and fine, and our worries were eased by the strong, brave, and bright Tonkinese woman taking care of her.
However, a ginormous (yes it is now in the dictionary) storm decided that no good deed shall go unpunished.
As stated in The New York Times, anyone traveling in this storm is "foolhardy."
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/01/05/us/05calif.html?hp
My dad and I woke up to a dark apartment this morning, all the electricity was out. Somehow, during the night, we had been submerged in water, had we floated down the hill into the bay? What was that terrible shrieking noise? Oh, just your typical San Francisco hurricane. Nothing to see here, certainly not downed fences, guardrails, trees, tractor trailers....
Our little plane was only delayed 2hrs. We only sat on the runway for an hour. Every plane taking off was invisible, immersed in a cloud of jet blown rain water. Then, our tiny commuter jet braved the winds, fun! Like being tied to a jackhammer, twenty thousand feet in the sky!
And so, I missed my flight to New York. I thought I would never make it to my own going away party. All my hopes hinged on begging the mercy of the Continental airlines ticket monkeys. However, the ticket counter is closed from the hours of 4pm to 8pm. After waiting a few hours, one of the monkeys appeared, a particularly hideous one with a nearly human mullet, chunks of blonde tufts on top of her head, and long straight straggly strands down the back of her neck. I thought, "Cassie, you should never judge a monkey by its mullet." So I approached her slowly with a big, kind, friendly smile on my face. She listened to my tale of woe, her little eyes almost closing, and then said that I would need to pay $247 additional to get on the plane. What a lot of bananas!
So, I did what any proud American should do, I called customer service and cried. I still ended up paying $100, but I had the thrill of ignoring the monkey as she scratched her armpits and licked her computer screen, and screeched, "did they tell you anything different?" I simply handed her my bag (my dad making sure that she put the tag on and didn't throw it into the jungle heap) and walked away.
So, now I am here in the Albuquerque Sunport (yes, not Airport). The bar closed at 9pm. It feels like 3am. I am one margarita and two martinis to the wind. And my flight doesn't leave for another hour. Just thought I would share this with you all. I get into Newark at 5am. Joy!
See you all in a few hours at Pacific Standard!
Love
Cass
P.S. A little multi-media presentation follows, just for you!
Kokopelli, the humpbacked flute player:
Frank Frost, family photographer:
the tumbleweeds are moving too quickly for you to see them:
and my waterbottle is eating my face.
Barcelona or Bust!!!
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**I'm going to make it!!! Due to earlier complaints lodged by an esteemed member of this blog, I have changed the picture. This photo was taken in the lovely neon of Albuquerque International Sunport. Please see blog entry to follow.**
Oh, also, Anzu is turning one! So bring puppy treats or toys (plastic bottles, stuffed animals, fingers&toes, kitty $#!@, etc).
Pacific Standard: http://www.pacificstandardbrooklyn.com/
Saturday, Jan 5th at 9pm.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
stats
thanks to excel and the minus 200 degree temperature outside, i present to you
the year in blog:
the year in blog:
+ Total posts: 316
+ Total published posts: 283
+ Busiest month: May (35 posts)
+ Slowest month: November (16)
+ Most Posts: Chaucer – 30*
* although Da Oracle and The Prophecy combined actually posted 34 times.
+ Least Posts (among active bloggers): 3 way tie between Athas, Bootleg and JulesB
+ Number of comments made: 555
+ Most commented-on post: “Why” by R. Missle (25 comments, in which readers debate the Mets, bowling, mozzerela sticks, and a kid named Kenneth).
+ Most commented-on blogger: Chaucer (169 comments)
+ Unpublished posts: 33
+ Posts about the White Rabbits: 15
+ Blog posts about the blog: 15 (not including this one)
+ Longest post: pretty much a tie between "Story of a Splinter" and part IV of the candy series
well this could go on ad nauseum but i guess we wouldn't feel so good then.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
New Year's Eve photos
Ok, kids, here are the pics . Jon's drunken portrait series toward the end is particularly brilliant.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
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