Thursday, March 31, 2011

Birthday Adventures

My sister took me out to dinner for my birthday.

We went to this sushi place in downtown Fullerton called Chomp. It's actually right across the lot from Roadkill Ranch, where Roommate and I got our spiffy dresses.

Anyway, my sister and I ordered about $40-$45 worth of sushi, ate it, then realized neither of us had our ATM cards.

Now SHE is driving back out to Ontario to get hers, and I'm waiting in the restaurant.

Did I mention I'm in Fullerton?


Was sitting in the restaurant for 2 hours waiting for my sister to get back. While I was waiting - aside from arguing with my Blackberry over whether or not I actually wanted to POST the first part of this blog (had to re-type it 5 times before it stuck) - Billy Joel's "Uptown Girl" came on the radio.

When we were kids, that was one of my sister's favorite songs. Considering the situation, my brain wandered off on a little mini-tangent and I realized how funny it would be if, considering the situation, my sister chose that PARTICULAR moment to walk through the door.

I started giggling to myself

And it was all I could do to remain on my seat at the sushi bar when, a few minutes later the "Turning Japanese" song came on the radio.

I'm sorry, but when you've been stranded in a sushi restaurant for nearly 3 hours, that is HILARIOUS.

Even the waitress laughed - she was awesome.

Edit 2:

Still can't find my ATM card.

Car stereo died - I think there's a shorted wire.

Bad birthday karma?
Oh well, at least the sushi incident was fun.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011


Earlier this evening I heard Roommate attempting to convince Kitten to tell her what she was up to. This usually means Kitten is up to some kind of mischief, so I got up and headed to the other room to run interference. As I got to the other room, Roommate started shouting for me to get over there and "bring a shoe or something.

I was still wearing shoes, so I just took one off, and continued towards her room.

There was a silverfish on the wall.

Kitten was staring at it intently, trying to figure out how to kill it.

Roommate was staring at it, and yelling at me to kill it.

Shoe met Silverfish - shoe won.

Kitten, however, did not believe the silverfish was dead - at least not dead enough for her liking. She continued to stare at the spot on the wall where the silverfish had been, and now a slight grey streak was, until I picked her up and held her where she could reach it.

She attacked the streak on the wall. Repeatedly.

I eventually took her with me when I left the room, and after a bit she forgot about the silverfish. Now Kitten is asleep on my feet.


Sunday, March 27, 2011

Viva Roadkill Ranch!

Went to the Pre-Viva Las Vegas event at Roadkill Ranch with my room mate today. She did my makeup, and had me borrow one of her dresses because all I have are ultra-formal, victorian, or "little black dress" type dresses. Apparently none of the above would do - so I borrowed this...

While we were there I actually FOUND a DRESS that I will wear on occasion. Maybe. Probably. This one:

Yea, I know. My hair is all big and stuff. She did that, it's not really my thing. Neither is the red lipstick.

Love the little anchor on the dress though.

Usually when we go, I just kind of hang around and wait for her to finish her dress-shopping. Maybe I might buy a t-shirt or something, but generally not. I'm so not a clothes-shopping kind of person. But this dress was so nifty my room mate played copycat and got one too - she ended up with 3 dresses, I just got the one.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Funny Phone Convo

Roommate: OK Dad, you're on speakerphone
Roommate's dad: No I'm not!
Roommate: Um, yes. You are.
Roommate's dad: No I'm not!
Roommate: Dad, you are. I put you on speakerphone!
Roommate's dad: I am not! would you LISTEN to me for once?
Roommate: Dad. Yes, you ARE on speakerphone. I put you on because I'm driving...
Roommate's dad: (hangs up)

I want to be a cat...

Someone posted this on facebook last night, and I figured I would stick it here in case it ever goes away. Posting the link too, though the pictures are of my own little trouble maker, and my room mate's grumpy old man.

If you don't like cats, skip this post. It is infested with them.
If you DO like cats, there's lots of cute pictures to go with the spiffy article I found.

How to be a Cat

Anyone can be a cat. All you have to do is follow the rules.

Rules For Being A Cat.

1. Anytime you go in or out a door you must pause at the threshold and contemplate whether you deign go through that door. You must do this until a much larger being is ready to give you a boot in the ass. You may then go through the door.

2. Anytime any flat object is laid upon the floor, you must go to the exact center of that object, lie down, and go to sleep.

3. If you see any space anywhere that is just about your size, you must get into it and look around.

4. Kill.

5. Want a good place to be a cat? Try anyplace that it would be inconvenient to have a cat.

6. Anything that was OK the last time is not OK anymore. If you wanted to be picked up the last time, you no longer want that. If you liked Swiss cheese the last time, you no longer like it. If you wanted your head scratched the last time, you now regard anyone who wants to scratch your head as a mortal enemy of cats.

7. If two doors lead into the house off a porch and someone opens one of them, you want to go in the other one. You will not enter the first door, but will wait until someone opens the second door. Then you will enter the house.

8. Unless you decide you don’t want to go through that door either.

9. If you do go through that door, see Rule No. 1.

10. Kill.

11. Center of the room? Bad idea. Better stick close to the edges, and pour yourself sideways around the furniture.

12. If you share a house with a larger being who is stronger than you, who provides you with meat and drink and so on, you must disregard that being. You must treat that being with utter indifference.

13. Unless you did that the last time.

14. Kill.

15. Occasionally, you must act as though you are absolutely insane. You must chase shadows, spring upon ghosts, do battle with invisible beings, arch your back and somehow become larger than you are.

16. If anyone sees you doing this, you must stop at once and pretend you were not doing it, and treat the being that saw you with utter contempt.

17. Occasionally, you must disappear for three days to a week, then return home and sleep for 36 hours without moving a muscle except those necessary to breathe. When you get up, you will stretch and then kill something.

18. Want to try something fun? After sitting in one place for several hours and watching an empty room, go someplace else in the room and watch things from there.

19. Kill something and leave the parts you don’t want in the kitchen. Or under the dining room table.

20. Stick one leg out in the air at an impossible angle and lick it for several minutes. When you get tired of licking it, just leave that leg sticking out in the air and stare off into space.

21. Any human caught lying down is your property, to inspect, walk over and jump onto or from as you see fit. The face is a good jumping-off place.

22. Just because you are more handsome, more self-possessed, more relaxed, wiser, and a better athlete than humans does not mean you are superior to them. You are also superior to them for other reasons.

23. You need not obey the law of gravity.

24. If you follow all these rules, you may be a cat.

25. Unless the cats change the rules.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Has wool. Has a happy

Sewing is not just a hobby for me, it's an addiction.

I think I spent about $300 on fabric in the last 24 hours, and that's WITH a whole stack of 50% off JoAnn coupons.


That makes me happy.

I bought this stunning blue wool, that I really hope gets approved - it will be great with my brown skirt. I also got a nice dove-grey that will pass without a problem. I'd like to do a burgundy linen skirt to go with it, but I don't have that fabric yet.

I got the wool to do my "trade for trade" project, so I can have new shoes this year.

and I bought almost $100 in white linen, because I'm a sucker, and Tigh asked me to make shirts to put in the store.

My tax return went so fast :(

Friday, March 18, 2011

Saint Patricks Day 2.0.

Slept in.

Roommate and I went to Disneyland. Figure it's ten minutes away, so it's a good way to kill some time. Also, the Cafe Orleans has the best Monte Cristos ever.

This is only half. We split one, because neither of us can finish a whole one. Mindy can, but I guess she wasn't feeling motivated today.

We left around five to head down to Pechanga for the Sportive Tricks/Fenians show. It rocked. The Fenians dedicated "Dirty Old Town" to the town I grew up in. I had a good laugh at that.

Also, I win at beads:

I know, the picture is crappy. Blackberry doesn't have a flash.

OOO, and I have a follower now, check that out! HELLO there :)
Hope you had a great St. Paddy's Day!

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Saint Patricks Day

Happy St. Paddy's.

Sleep would be good - but it's hiding from me.


Friday, March 11, 2011



scares the crap out of me.

There are 3 things in the world that scare me badly enough to put me into a white knuckled fear-coma: Earthquakes (yes, I am AWARE that I live in Southern California, and should be used to them by now - but i'm not) Tsunamis, and getting a shot at the doctor's office.

Japan had the earthquake.

We have a Tsunami warning.

When I was little, I used to have this scar-you-for life nightmare where I died in a tsunami almost every time we stayed at our vacation place down by San Diego. I would be playing on the beach, and the water would disappear. I would look up and see this 30 foot wave rushing at me. I would try to run, but my 7-year-old legs couldn't run fast enough in the deep sand. I would come to this dune and as I tried to climb it, the wave would hit me and I would wake up.

Now, i'm having trouble getting to sleep. Even though i'm about 20 minutes from the closest beach, I have this old nightmare playing on a loop in my waking mind. I am finding it extremely difficult to look away from the computer screen for fear I will miss some important piece of news.

it is 2:45.

I have to be up at 6:30.

 Not good.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Magic Overload

I am a nerd.

Picture the nerdiest person you know, multiply that by like a billion, and stuff it into the brilliant disguise of a female with skin that is NOT riddled with acne, and you might be close to duplicating me.

I mean, I always knew I was something of a nerd, but last night - I sat up until 4am organizing trading cards. Really. Just because a couple of my friends wanted to dig through my "extras". So I had to go find the extras.

And the cards had already been organized. I REORGANIZED them.

15 folders full of them.

Something like 400 cards per folder. At the least.

...and I'm still not done.

I did end up stumbling across one of my more valuable cards though, and finally got around to doing a price-check on it. The fact that it is worth about $650 made me feel a little less pathetic.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Vyrago: The Beginning

Not exactly sure where I want to go with this thing yet, it just sounded fun. Kind of playing with a piratey theme, at least for now anyway. I've been using the pseudonym Vyrago for a few years now - it's a deliberate misspelling of the word "virago" which is defined as "a strong or willful potentially warlike woman". Seemed like a good name for a me, as I have an unhealthy obsession with pirates, weapons, and explosives.

Spent the evening with a gypsy the other night, was the best time I have had in a long while. I highly recommend it.

Set up for the renaissance faire in Irwindale starts this weekend, I can't wait.

Not a whole lot else on my mind tonight, so I leave you with some literary art:

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

        In the fell clutch of circumstance
        I have not winced nor cried aloud.
        Under the bludgeonings of chance
        My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

        It matters not how strait the gate,
        How charged with punishments the scroll,
        I am the master of my fate:
        I am the captain of my soul.
                ~ William Ernest Henley (1849–1903)