Thursday, April 27, 2006

On the Pile

Finished: Maus. Very well written and well drawn. Would actually make a great read for a book group because there’s so much to discuss with the various animal representations and themes of identity, history, family relationships, morality. Also finished A Map of Glass. Or, well, I’m 20 pages from finishing it and will finish it tonight. Feels like I've been reading this book since April 2005. And now I have to figure out a way to review it. Because it’s not bad. But it’s not very good, either. And those are the hardest reviews to write---when I don’t feel strongly about the book one way or another. The writing itself is beautiful, but the characters are underdeveloped, the plot is nonexistent, and the mood is so somber it becomes somnolent. It’s a very Canadian book, but not a very good one. But not awful. Gah!

Currently Reading: Fray. Because I’m a Whedongeek. And as soon as I finish A Map of Glass, I’m starting The Dead Fish Museum by Charles D’Ambrosio; it’s been On Deck for.ev.ah.

On Deck: The Omnivore’s Dilemma by Michael Polan. And to compliment it, I may pull Fast Food Nation and Hope’s Edge off the shelf.*

Added to the Pile: It was a big week for review books.

Halfway House by Katherine Noel
Digging to America by Anne Tyler
Theft: A Love Story by Peter Carey
Generation T: 108 Ways to Transform a T-Shirt by Megan Nicolay
Subversive Cross Stitch: 33 Designs for Your Surly Side by Julie Jackson

I’m expecting some more review books any day now, and I have a full request list at the library, although those are mostly Buffy comics. Because sometimes you just need a little junk food.

*The shelf being the stairs to the loft because I don’t actually have a bookcase.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006


I'm now a week overdue on a book review and on sending out the invites for my sister's wedding shower (and I'm really trying to avoid the wrath of Bridezilla, although I already incurred it for asking for her new address so I could send one to her, thinking that she might like a copy as a keepsake, which got me a reprimand because I'm not supposed to "invite" the bride [duh!] and she's not technically supposed to know about it, except that she does know and she's the one who sent me the invite list and does anyone really do surprise showers anymore?). The to-review pile is piling up again. I haven't even started on the afghan that is supposed to be my sister's wedding gift. And please don't even ask when the last time was that I cleaned my bathroom or vacuumed anything.

So there hasn't been much time or brain space for decent blog entries. So instead, here's what is taking up my brain space:

* Celebrity babies. And shameless judgment of the celebrities having the babies. And with Gwyneth, Katie, Brooke, Angelina, Britney, and Maggie all popping out kids, this is taking up quite a bit of my brain. Could Gwyneth be any more offensive? ("I'm the mummy, so I take care of the home. Chris is the daddy, so he works.") And how is it that K-Fed is so darn fertile? Is he deliberately trying to disprove Darwin? Does silent birth extend through the child's first year? Because we've heard a whole lot from Tom about how he feels about the baby. But has anyone seen a single quote from Katie?
* Pimped-out snacks. Not Martha had a link to Pimp My Snack. Now I'm obsessed with the idea of making a super-large peanut butter cup. I wasted a good deal of yesterday searching online for a pan that would give it the proper fluted edges. I think I've decided that this flan pan would work best.
* T-shirts. Not Martha also had a link to Makezine, which had a link to Angry Chicken, which I think may be one of my new favorite sites and which had a link to a Craftster project that used freezer paper to make stencils. And I got Generation T: 108 Ways to Transform a T-Shirt for review yesterday. So now I'm feeling inspired to play with t-shirts. Because I don't have nearly enough unfinished craft projects laying around.
* Embellishments. On the same line of thought, I picked up a new magazine last week---Embellish---and I got a review copy of the new Subversive Cross Stitch book. So I also want to start decorating pillowcases and placemats and such with snarky stitches and pretty ribbons.
* Will Tippin's return to Alias. And the fact that I won't get to see it because I'm stupid and don't own a television.
* Buffy comics. Don't worry, I'm not going over to the geekside and collecting piles of spandex porn. But I've been reading Fray and enjoying it once I figured out how to read a comic (it's harder than you think!) and remembering how much I adore Joss Whedon and the Buffyverse. So now I have a bunch of Buffy comics on request at the library.
* Losing the damn weight. Which, I admit, directly contradicts my obsession with oversized snacks. But I've got a little more than a month before I face my mother again. And I've got a closet full of cute summer clothes that I'm pining for. And, yes, I know: Eat less, exercise more. If that's your comment to me: Shut up. It's not so easy for some of us.

ETA: I forgot to mention my unhealthy obsession with Gawker Stalker. And thanks to Angry Chicken, I'm now in love with Paper Source and fighting the urge to order lots and lots of paper things. Especially the beautiful Indian and Italian prints.

Monday, April 24, 2006

How Kaavya Viswanathan Got Caught

Numerous blogs (including Bookslut) are pointing to a report by Harvard's Crimson that sections of How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild, and Got a Life were lifted from other books, specifically Megan McCafferty's Sloppy Firsts and Second Helpings.

I've read through some of the evidence and gotta say that some of the similarities are rather stricking, although most of them are so cliche that it's hard to condemn Viswanathan outright.

Now the fact that she lifted large parts of her story from teen comedies of the late 90s, particularly Popular, is a little more obvious.

The fact that she got a $500K advance for an entirely unoriginal novel is just heinous.

Friday, April 21, 2006

So . . .

If anyone picked yesterday as the day I would fall off the latest diet wagon, you win!

Today hasn't been much better.

I'm strangely sad today. Perhaps because I started my day with getting enormously lost and then interviewing someone about the genocide in Sudan. Perhaps because it's nearly 4 o'clock and I've yet to have a real meal (a grande soy chai latte, 4 twizzlers, two salmon & cottage cheese roll ups, and a handful of crab chips do not add up to much). I've run out of noncarb food in my apartment and have been too lazy to go to the grocery store. And instead of just making a healthy meal that includes carbs, I've been eating around the edges.

My mood also could have something to do with Austin's weather, which seems to alternate between insanely hot and pouring rain. The rain doesn't do much to help with the heat; it just adds to the humidity making outside even more miserable.

Or maybe because my coworkers went to my favorite hot dog place and didn't invite me.

So even though I know I should pick up something healthy on the way home and then go to the gym, I'll probably go to the video store and heat up a frozen pizza for dinner. And pout.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Three Days of Yum

On the Pile

Pile? What pile?

It has not been a good reading week for me. Atrophy set in hard during the three-day weekend. Probably because I got myself so stressed out about trying to read the towering pile of review books. As much as I love books, I sometimes have to step away and watch movies for a weekend or just flip through some magazines. Fortunately, the site I do reviews for has recruited another reviewer, so I don’t feel quite so pressed or so guilty for reading non-review books.

Finished: The Money Book for the Young, Fabulous, & Broke by Suze Orman. I sorted of cheated to finally get this done---skimmed a few interesting sections and ignored a lot of stuff that is way in the future for me. Now that I’m starting grad school, my only financial goals will be to keep my head above water and suck up my pride when it comes to asking my parents for help. Buying a house, saving for retirement---forget it.

Currently Reading: Maus by Art Spiegelman, which is very good. The author does a pitch-perfect rendering of his father’s Polish-tinged English. The story itself---of the author’s father’s young adult years as a Jew in pre-WWII Poland, including time at Auschwitz---is well told, but---and this is going to sound horribly callous---the Holocaust story has been dramatized so often that it’s lost some of its punch for me. I realize that Speigelman was initially ahead of that trend---having published Maus in the mid-80s---but I’m coming to his book late and having already seen several movies and read various stories about the Holocaust. I also think that the author’s use of animals to represent the various groups---Jews as mice; Poles as pigs; Nazis as cats---while providing much fodder for discussions of symbolism and identity, lessens the overall impact of the story. It’s easier to look at a picture of a cat beating a mouse than to see a human beating a human. Still, wonderful drawings and an interesting story.

Also still reading A Map of Glass. It’s sort of slow and descriptive and very Canadian, and I’ve been very distracted and sleepy this past week.

On Deck: The Spiral Staircase has moved to this pile while I get some of my have-to-reads done. One of which is The Dead Fish Museum and Other Stories by Charles D’Ambrosio. And once I finish Maus, I’ll start Fray, another graphic novel.

Added to the Pile: Two new review books. Pedaling to Hawaii by Stevie Smith and Poppy Shakespeare by Clare Allan.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006


There are three times when you should never, ever, under any circumstances start a diet:

1. An emotional crisis
2. That time of the month
3. October

I'm not in any more emotional turmoil than usual and it's April, so . . .

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Withdrawal is a Mutha

Yesterday I started to draft a witty, endearing entry on babies and puppies and the idiosyncrasies of the Unitarian Church (We prayed to the Easter bunny. The heck?).

I didn’t get very far. And today. . . .well, today my brain has crashed from a combination of withdrawal and sleep deprivation. Because once again, I am on a diet. And because puppies aren’t always all that cute.

Let’s start with the diet, shall we? This time, I’m trying a modified version of South Beach. Modified because, quite frankly, I don’t see the purpose in giving up fruit for two weeks. I think the reasoning has something to do with insulin levels. But, well, fruit is good for you. It’s high in fiber and vitamins and low in calories and fat. And it’s yummy. And if I’m going to give up just about everything that makes life worth living, I’m letting myself eat some damn fruit.

Feel free to place bets on when I fall off this diet.

As for the sleep deprivation, that’s courtesy of Rowen, who is fearless in a thunderstorm but becomes a basketcase if a gentle breeze rustles the cord to the vertical blinds. Rowen simply refuses to sleep with the bedroom window open. I refuse to hand over my entire paycheck to the electric company. And Austin right now? Is hot. We’re supposed to come close to, if not hit, 100 today. Which means that even at night, the apartment is stuffy unless I open a window or turn on the air conditioning.

Besides being neurotic, Rowen is spoiled. My fault, I know. But she’s gotten used to getting into bed with me at night. She usually doesn’t stay there all night---and sometimes she doesn’t bother getting in at all---but she expects to be invited up regardless. But when it is 90 degrees and I’m getting only the slightest breeze through the window, I’m not inclined to invite her or any other warm body into my bed. It’s too hot and my bed is too small.

So with not being invited into bed and having the window open, Rowen was in a mood. First, she tried staring me down. I’ve learned to resist that trick. Then she tried a sneak attack by squeezing herself under the nightstand (which is the same height as her) and through the approximately six-inch gap between the top of the nightstand and the mattress. Which she did manage to do. How, I will never understand. She, however, did not manage the “sneak” part of the attack. One, because she plotted her attack with her nose resting less than an inch from mine, so I could kind of smell her coming. Two, because although she apparently possesses more gymnastic skill than I thought, she does not have a bit of grace and set both the mattress and the nightstand rocking as she wriggled up.

Her triumph was short lived, as I pushed her straight off the other side of the bed. So then she started with the pawing, wherein she only puts half her body on the bed (because that’s not really breaking the rules, right?) so that she can paw at my arms and head, apparently believing that I do want to let her into the bed, I’ve just misunderstood her earlier attempts and if she just makes her intentions very clear, I’ll give her the “up” command. Instead, this got her a time out in the crate.

After being released from time out, Rowen finally gave up on getting into the bed but decided that if she couldn’t rest peacefully in the bed, neither would I. So she started a maniacal pacing. She would start each round with a drink of water from the bowl in her crate at the foot of the bed. Then went to the sliding glass doors in the living room (where she had to bang into the blinds each time) then back into the bedroom, into the bathroom, then past the bed again to her cowering corner (a tiny, barely accessible corner of the bedroom, blocked in by books and the nightstand and nowhere near big enough for her to be comfortable but apparently safe from the scary breeze), where she would sit for a second or two and then repeat the entire sequence. She did this for at least half an hour. I tried to ignore her; I even took her collar off so I wouldn’t have to listen to the jangle of her tags.

But, eventually, of course, I relented. I shut the window and turned on the a/c. About two and a half hours after I initially went to bed.

Any bets on whether I learned my lesson or whether I’ll spend another two hours trying to discipline Rowen only to give in to her demands? Maybe if I give her a peanut-butter-filled Kong right before bed . . . .

Thursday, April 13, 2006

It's a Baby Blogger!

Lora (Black Currant Jam) had a healthy baby boy last night. His name is Liam Barnes and he's a tiny 5 lbs 11 oz. Mom and baby are both doing well and will be home from the hospital in a day or two.

Lora will post more in a few days.

On the Pile

Finished: How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild, and Got a Life by Kaavya Viswanathan. If you’ve ever seen a Julia Stiles movie, you already know the entire plot of this book. Highly predictable high-school hijinks with stock characters and not juicy enough for guilty beach reading.

Currently Reading: Still reading The Spiral Staircase by Karen Armstrong. Unfortunately had to put aside this excellent read for the substandard Opal Mehta. Bah! Also going back to A Map of Glass for my next review. Although the new Vanity Fair may actually have some interesting content. At least the cover models aren’t completely vapid and offensive. Or naked. After months and months of naked tabloid regulars (Jennifer, Paris, Lindsay, Teri), I can’t look the mailroom guys in the eyes.

On Deck: Still the same.

Added to the Pile:

The Omnivore's Dilemma: A Natural History of Four Meals by Michael Pollan
Clearing Land: Legacies of the American Farm by Jane Brox
Finding Flow: The Psychology of Engagement with Everyday Life by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Happy Day!

Today's all about happy stuff. The puppy found a home. And now this . . . .

Winnie the Pooh Gets a Hollywood Star

The Puppy Has a Home!

One of my coworkers is taking him. He (the coworker) has a house, two kids, and a fenced-in backyard. The puppy will have a much happier life there.

As cute as the puppy is, I think I'll have a much happier life with him gone. Because I've had to keep him apart from Rowen and because I've been trying to keep myself from bonding with him, I've had all the work of having a puppy with very little of the fun.

And although Rowen has her off moments, we have an agreement that if I give her lots of love and attention and playtime, she'll give me space and quiet time. We live well together.

So I'm looking forward to a quiet, relaxing long weekend (Friday off! Waahoo!) and the puppy is going to a good home.

All is well in the world. Or, at least, in my world.

I Am Never Having Children

One day, I may retract that statement. But for now . . . Seriously, how do parents do it? How do they get through months of sleep deprivation? How do they get up every hour to feed, clean, or soothe a bady? How do they deal with the constant crying and then chattering and then whining of their children?

Because after one week with this puppy, I feel like I'm one of the living dead. I have become incapable of functioning in a normal, human way. I can't even have a coherent conversation.

And it's not that this puppy is particularly challenging. He's a normal puppy---needs to pee a lot, wants attention, barks for both.

I'm just not cut out for this mother thing.

Monday, April 10, 2006

More Puppy Power

The little one has definitely perked up! He has started playing with the toys I put in his crate---he especially likes the fuzzy "Little Buddy" that rattles and squeaks---and he chomps down his food like a champion. He's also much more ammenable to going outside and likes to chase after my feet as I walk him to his potty place.

He and Rowen are very curious about each other. Rowen has been playing "peekaboo" with him: She runs into the bedroom, sticks her nose in the crate, and then runs back out. Over and over again! I think I'll let the two of them play together tonight.

I'm still looking for a home for the puppy. So keep passing the word on!

And thanks to Lora for coming over to take the pictures!

Saturday, April 08, 2006

Puppy Update

The puppy is showing signs of improvement. I think most of the tapeworm is out of his system, and although he is still scratching, he's not tearing himself up anymore. He's perked up a lot today---crying for attention for often, teething on various toys and my feet. He hates being on the leash and isn't a big fan of being outside; he likes the comfort of the apartment. I still haven't let him and Rowen play together to keep Rowen safe from germs, but the two of them are definitely curious about each other, and the puppy tries to give Rowen kisses whenever Rowen gets close.

I still haven't found a home for the puppy. If any of you live in Central Texas or know someone who does and can provide a good home for him, please e-mail me at

Friday, April 07, 2006

I Did Not Go to the Puppy

So the puppy came to me.

So yesterday, as you may remember, I had a serious case of puppy fever, despite all attempts to convince myself that I cannot have another dog. I tried to put puppies out of my mind (albeit not very hard).

I went home after work and watched an episode of Gilmore Girls. And the story involved a stray dog.

I went to dinner with Lora and LostInTexas. We watched a movie. And there was a supercute beagle puppy in it.

After the movie, LIT drops me off at my apartment, and we see a scrawny little dog on the edge of the parking lot.

That scrawny little dog is now hanging out at my apartment. My neighbors had found him nearby and weren't sure what to do with him, so I took him in for the night. He was tiny and scared and scabby and starving and covered in either motor oil or gasoline or some mix of the two. I rinsed him off, gave him some food, and put him to bed in Rowen's crate. He was mostly quiet through the night, but I didn't get much sleep anyway because I was worried about what I was going to do with him. Is this karma? Or a test?

This morning, he went to the vet, where I found out that he has mange/scabbies and a tummy full of worms. Postvet, he had another bath, this time with puppy shampoo, and some more food, and then it was back into the crate. Unfortunately, I have to keep him crated all the time so that Rowen won't pick up the mange or worms.

He's adorable---sweet, gentle, quiet. As best as the vet could tell, he's about 8 weeks old and is either a shepherd mix or a terrier mix. It's going to be hard to tell for a few more months.

And no, I haven't named him. And please don't suggest any because I'm trying not to get attached and to do the responsible thing.

Thursday, April 06, 2006

On the Pile

Finished: Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi. So, so very good. Could not put it down and didn’t want it to end. Add this to your Must Read list. Also finished Who Moved My Blackberry? by Lucy Kellaway. Very quick read; only took me about two days. Two days that I will never get back. Don’t bother adding this to any lists, unless you happen to have a Don’t Read list.

Currently Reading: By now, you know that you can’t trust me when it comes to books. The books On Deck from last week? Still On Deck. Instead, I started A Map of Glass by Jane Urquhart. But then I put it down. I’m trying to clean out my To Review pile with a bookapalooza next week, and A Map of Glass needs a more careful reading than I can give it right now. Instead I started How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild, and Got a Life by Kaavya Viswanathan, who wrote it when she was 17 years old. So, yeah, I’m going into it with a terrible attitude. I guess I can check “Bitter” off my Spinster Prerequisites Form.

The book I’m really reading, though, is The Spiral Staircase by Karen Armstrong. And I can’t blame Rowen entirely for my lack of sleep. Armstrong left the convent after seven years, and this book is her account of her re-entry to secular life and subsequent struggles with panic attacks and anxiety, as well as her spiritual discernment. Appealing on both a personal and an aesthetic level.

On Deck: See last week.

Added to the pile: Library books and new review books!

Mothers of Feminism: The Story of Quaker Women in America by M. H. Bacon
Imagination & Spirit: A Contemporary Quaker Reader by J. B. Bill
The End of Poverty by Jeffrey Sachs
Look at the Dark by Nicholas Mosley
In Night’s City by Dorothy Nelson

Fever Pitch

What is wrong with me? I'm dragging ass today because Miss Rowen was being Miss Bratty McBrattison last night---getting wigged by some strong winds, trying to squeeze into spaces that are entirely too small for her (like under my nightstand), clawing at me when I wouldn't let her into bed because she was too restless and the temp was entirely too hot to have a furry animal laying across me and I can't open the bedroom window because then she gets all upset about the noises and the wind. And then when I tried putting her into her crate for a time out, she repeatedly disobeyed and dodged.

But I still want another puppy.

Even though
1. I'm going to be in grad school and therefore entirely too busy to take care of two dogs.
2. I'm going to be in grad school and therefore entirely too poor to take care of two dogs.
3. Two dogs in an apartment is too much, especially two mid-size, hyper, outdoor dogs. And I can't afford to buy or rent a house.
4. I've just barely gotten Rowen trained and she still has her bad days. Do I really want to start over again?

Please give me more reasons not to get another dog, because there are entirely too many cuties at the animal shelter (check out Jake). And I am a weak, weak woman.

UPDATE: Did I mention that I'm a little sleep deprived? The cutie is named Jasper.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

The Religion Issue

So I’m not sure if I’m Catholic anymore. I was baptized Catholic, confirmed Catholic, and have always contended that I would be married and buried Catholic. But lately, I’m questioning it, to the point that I can’t bring myself to say the Creed during mass. When I show up for mass, that is, because I rarely attend anymore. Mass feels spiritually empty to me.

I’ve stayed Catholic for several reasons: Being Catholic is more than a religion; it’s a culture. It’s an identity, and much like being a high school nerd or a fat kid, it’s hard to let go of it even when it no longer applies. It is the only major Christian church to venerate a woman (Mary). Vatican II has always given me hope that the Church can open itself to new insight. And many of the spiritual writers and leaders whom I admire are Catholic: Henri Nouwen, Thomas Merton, Dorothy Day, John Paul the Great. Because of people like these, I’ve always believed that Catholicism was good at its core .

Recently, the most significant reason for my staying Catholic has been its progressive social policies. With the exception of “life” issues (abortion, contraception, assisted death), the Catholic Church leans far to the left. In a political and social environment that labels liberals as unGodly and perverts Christianity for unholy gains, I thought it important to be an example of a progressive Christian.

But the list of reasons not to remain a Catholic are growing both in strength and length.

My biggest problem with remaining Catholic is the way it limits spirituality by declaring itself the one true and holy Church. I think (almost) all religions are true and holy* and that most religions---and spiritualities---are really different expressions of the same truths.

But my struggle extends beyond just labeling myself a Catholic to labeling myself a Christian. Because that also limits my spirituality. I have a real problem with limiting myself to one narrow view of God and one prophet and one spiritual guidebook.**

I also have some problems with the leadership of the Church. The Church still has not realized the full potential of Vatican II, and the chances for a Vatican III within my lifetime are slim to none. Furthermore, the upper echelons continue to reflect the pre-Vatican II Church: old, white, conservative European men. Spiritual leadership shouldn’t be closed off to anyone based on gender, race, or other superficial qualities. Nor should leadership be based on politics. The Catholic leadership has become as corrupt and bureaucratic as any secular body.

Then there’s my problems with the Church doctrine. Such as the ranking of sins (abortion is unforgivable, but murder can be forgiven). And the hypocrisy surrounding contraception (natural family planning is okay, but the pill isn’t).

Communion is another biggie for me, and it ties into what I’ve already written about limiting spirituality. Partaking in the communion is a beautiful ritual, and I don’t agree with shutting people out from that ritual just because they haven’t signed on to a particular doctrine.

I also have a problem on the small “c” church level with the parish’s attitude toward parishioners. The general attitude of parishes seems to be “Sit in your pew, sing quietly, and write a big check when we tell you to.” And that attitude leaves me feeling spiritually dead at mass.

So there’s where I’m at in a nutshell.***

*Or, at least, all theistic religions. I have problems with cults that label themselves as “religious groups” (for example, Scientology).
**Do I think there are false prophets and false gods? Yep. And often those false prophets are waving the flag of Christianity and perverting God into a false god. I think that humans, when they get in touch with their own divinity, can see through the false prophets.

***The original version of this was about three times as long.

How Spoiled is My Dog?

Her grandparents sent her Omaha Steak dog treats for Easter.

I have enough trouble getting her to eat her dog food. Now she's going to get hooked on the good stuff.

Puppy Fever!

Yep, I've still got a raging case of it. And pictures like this and this don't help.

An Ethical Dilemma

Please weigh in on the following:

At my apartment complex, they have the usual dog* rules: scoop the poop, keep them on leashes, and so forth. I mostly follow the rules. Every once in a while, I forget to bring a baggie for scooping (but I always take Rowen to the same spot, so I usually pick it up the next time I'm there). I also occasionally let Rowen off leash to play in one of the grassy "bowls" (rain collection areas) with a couple of other dogs and their owners. She's mostly good about staying in the grassy area; I just have to watch that none of the nondoggy neighbors walk by because she feels the need to greet them with lots of jumping. The grassy area is sort of set back and I haven't seen any of my neighbors other than the other dog owners for weeks, so this really isn't so much of a problem.

Here's my dilemma: One of the other residents has two little dogs---a miniature daschund and a fluffy white thing. He lets them play in the grassy area outside of his apartment (a different area than where Rowen plays). And at least twice now, they've run out into the street when I've walked by with Rowen. I'm not worried about them saying hi to Rowen; both of them put together are only about half Rowen's size. But I am worried about them getting hit by a car. It would be very easy to not see them running out from between the parked cars; I've almost hit another dog in our complex that way.

I've mentioned to the dogs' human that he should really keep them on a leash. He doesn't seem concerned.

So: He's clearly breaking a rule. But it's a rule that I've also broken. And I don't want to ruin the fun for all the other dog owners who are able to keep their dogs under control and out of harm. But I also don't want the dogs to get hurt because he was negligent and I kept quiet.

Should I report him to the apartment management?

*Don't get me started on the unfairness of having a ream of rules for dogs and no rules for the stupid, nasty, dirty cats that walk on my car and harass my dog.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

My Inheritance

I definitely get my nerdiness from my father. He e-mailed me the following:

On Wednesday, at two minutes and three seconds past 1.00 a.m., the time and date will be 01:02:03, 04/05/06.

Girly Stuff

You are Barefoot!
You're a total free spirit, go with the flow girlYou can't be restricted by shoes for very longAnd unsuprisingly, the same goes for menYour match is out there - and he's as carefree as you are

You Are a Classic Gucci Bag
You've got style mastered - because you stick with what worksLike this Gucci Bag, you prefer classic items that stand the test of timeYou're also a bit of a practical girl, who prefers function over fluffYou prefer a big bag, so that you can have your stuff with you at all times

You Should Honeymoon in Europe!
You are a traditional romantic at heart...With a taste for fine wine, muesums and beautiful walks.You and your sweetie should get romantic in a cafe in ParisOr get a Eurail pass - and see as many cities as possible!
Suggested destinations: Paris, Venice, London, Greece

You Are Medium Maintenance
You aren't as hard to deal with as some girlsBut you aren't the most laid back chick eitherYou're easy to deal with 90% of the time, but watch out for that 10%!If the guy you are with has good intentions, then calm down a littleBut if he's really screwing up, don't waste your breath - move on :-)

Monday, April 03, 2006

Yeah, I don't really have much to post about today. Except that if you haven't seen MI-5, you'd better have a good reason. It's what Alias would be if J.J. Abrams gave up the crack. And now I want to see the new Pride & Prejudice (despite Keira Knightley's involvement in it) because the lead from the first three seasons of MI-5 plays Mr. Darcy.

Speaking of Alias, who wants to watch with me on April 19? You provide the television, I'll bring the snack.

In the meantime, more blog quizzes!

You Are Jan Brady
Brainy and a little introverted, you tend to think life is a lot worse than it actually is. And while you may think you're a little goofy looking, most people consider you to be a major babe.

You Are a Smiley Face Cookie
You're happy go lucky. So happy, in fact, it's a little past the point of normal sanity.You usually make those around you smile ... when you're not creeping them out!

You Are a Little Scary
You've got a nice edge to you. Use it.