Queen Mediocretia of Suburbia

Putting the TMI in absentminded

Month: February 2006

  • Marcia Moves

    Marcia (see here) has finally moved into the spacious, gracious condo she has struggled to bring into the world. I stopped by (“just for a minute”) and discovered an addled, shaking shell of a friend that only vaguely resembled Marcia. Marcia immediately reminded me she had not invited me over and what was I doing…

  • Because “Pathetically Competitive” just isn’t a good hitman name

    Yeah, the Hitman Name Generator says I am a smuggler – specifically The Black Angel. Seventeen arms broken, twenty-four eyes gouged out (I’m a two handed gouger so I always get the even numbers) and twelve tongues cut off. “The Impailer” [sic] and other poor spellers should watch out. Nobody generates random profiles like me!

  • Perfection

    If only they had Makeup Application as an Olympic Sport. Sasha Cohen? Gold medal.  

  • 10 Technical, 10 Artistic

    Gary and I were watching the Women’s Short Ice Skating program when he went behind me into the kitchen to get some toast. A few minutes later, the toast popped up (and out on to the wood floor, because that’s how we indirectly get toast crumbs to the dogs) and I heard: thump thump thump…

  • A Day in Which I Work With My Hands

    Ear-Hand coordination failed me today, but Eye-Hand coordination stepped in. I played “Maggie May” TWENTY-ONE times today according to iTunes. Sounded great while the microphone was not on. Mic on – not a single good take. Also, I need to stop listening to rock. It’s just too damn fast. You damn kids! (Shakes imaginary cane…

  • Someday this Will be a Rarities Track

    Okay – this is me, picking. Trying oh SO hard to rock my way into Day Tripper. I get it right, finally, but then I blow it again. Soon – clean, without distortion, keeping up with a song. And then perhaps some power chords. Listen with pity. Remember its been less than two months.

  • Big House 2/14

    Gary reported a Big House Dream this morning. He reported it because it was still haunting him. Doug, Mac, Gary and I were in the Big House, and the Big House in this particular dream had many rooms and doors that connected, and each room had a window that showed the adjacent rooms as well…

  • The Refined Tastes of My Husband

    I went to Ken’s birthday party this past weekend. He is now eighty-one. We got him a cane. Very high-tech. Very Top-of-the-Line. Surprisingly, he accepted it and promised to use it, instead of using his preferred method of coping with balance problems: “Tuck and Roll.” We were a little concerned when we walked in because…

  • The Lethargy of the Penguins

    Let me begin by relating a tale Gary told me after he returned from his parent’s yesterday. It seems the garbage disposer is not disposing of garbage at the in-laws. It runs, but doesn’t chop. Gary had a banana peel he wanted to dispose of, and his mom stopped him before he put it in…