Kind of Uncanny
RIP Salinger
[Seriously? I'm the only one that thinks so??]
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You Can Play Doctor on Me ANYtime, Edelstein
I can deny my feelings no longer. Lisa Edelstein MUST be added to my harem list. Every time I watch House, I think about what a divinely beautiful woman she is. I mean, check her out here in minimal makeup and modest clothing and it makes me pretty much wanna stare at her all day:
But then factor in that killer body of hers and... sweet jesus. Every time she leans over on House, I turn into a drooling leering man-woman. I've never been a girl for business attire, but to see all that wool and cotton pulling taut over her divine curves as she va-va-vooms from one hospital room to another or leans in to lecture House, well, it kind of makes me want to bend her over my couch and bounce dimes off her sweet sweet ass. Is that wrong? If so, lemme attempt to redeem myself slightly by saying I'm also smitten with the fact that she plays such a strong female lead on HOUSE and has one of THE most ridiculous laughs in real life.
*COUbutmostlyit'sthatassGH*
Labels: harem
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Cat Day 2010
Jesus Christ cats.
I could say that 37 times and it still would not be enough.
It's been a long 24 hours.
First: cats sleeping in my hallway overnight so I can take them over my mom's in the morning. The (super adorable holy crap so cute EXCEPT that it's 3am in the morning) meowing and squeaking to get out. Then the sudden explosion of noise that made me and Fran & Zooey almost shit ourselves in the middle of our sleep when one of them knocked my window frame over and somehow it managed to frame them when falling without actually falling on anyone.
Up at 1am. 2:30am. 3am. Pretty much up from 3am til 5:30am. Up again at 6am. Then glorious sleep til 7. So something like a total of 3, despite the fact that that math probably added up to more BUT I'M TIRED PEOPLE SO FUCK MATH.
Then the madness of driving them in the world's most gargantuan cat carrier over to my mom's (the thing looks like it could fit Free Willy, I'm telling you).
The little grey kitten is so freaked out in the car that she's panting.
Then my mom's and the realization that the grey kitten has never had a reason to know what a window is and thus KEEPS JUMPING INTO THE GLASS 'CAUSE SHE THINKS IT'S FREEDOM FROM THE SERVITUDE OF THE INDOORS.
Flash forward and she's somehow managed to wedge herself under my mom's radiator for a couple hours. And then wedges herself an hour later into an even SMALLER space behind a different radiator.
Finally I leave feeling like I just dropped my kids off at college, one of them wedged firmly behind the (college?) radiator.
Good times.
Come home. Decide to pack up one of the cat shelters for storage. Pick it up not thinking HEY A CAT MIGHT BE IN there, and Outdoor Kitty leapsdropsfalls to the ground to limp away with what holy fuck looks like a broken leg or hip. Thankfully after the initial freakout he walks it off. I hope. Will have to check on him later.
My very sweet downstairs neighbor appears at her door in the squishiest giant slippers to ask the neighborhood cat lady (aka me) if I could give her a tutorial on how to cut her kitten's nails sometime later this weekend. I agree and she squeals when she finds out my mom adopted the kittens finally.
Still nothing to eat. Blood jittering with coffee and a couple nervous cigarettes and I stop for a quick grocery shopping spree before it's time to return home and let in Scabs (and no worries: I've settled on a less scatological and more Salingerian name for her in keeping with Franny & Zooey--Esme--though I still have yet to use it) for a dry-run with the cats. Who are currently glaring at her. And growling at her. And avoiding her. And glaring at her.
And my ex E says I have at least a week's worth of hissing and violent cat-fights to look forward to.
Hurray.
Still trying to line up a back-up adoptee just in case.
Want an adorably neurotic cat of your own? Holler.
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Can I just tell you how much I love this song. I've been trying so hard to resist liking this band, I have no idea why, other than the fact that I hate the name they picked for the band. I mean, Phoenix? Come on. It reminds me of college logos. And every up and coming new small business company. And high school and "Even amongst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted" and Sylvia Plath and angst, all of which really is kind of misguided in the first place so I'm not sure WHY IT ANNOYS ME SO MUCH. (Plus, I still like Sylvia Plath, so meh.) But it does. And ever since hearing "Long-Distance Call" I've been like, Lindy Loo: RESIST. But fuck it. Their shit is really effing catchy. And I cannot control what these ears be liking.
And yes: what the fuck is Lisztomania ANYWAYS?!?!*
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*Ok. I of course totally looked this up because as soon as I said it, I was like: maybe it's some weird phenomenon like Tourette's or synesthesia in which case I would retract all I've said and embrace them for liking weird phenomenon just like me, but this is what it is:
Lisztomania is a 1975 progressive rock soundtrack album by Rick Wakeman to the movie of the same name.
Lisztomania is a 1975 film by Ken Russell, drawn from a biography of Franz Liszt.
Which really doesn't do anything for me.
But I forgive you, Phoenix. Just cuz I cannot get this song out of my head. Props.
Labels: musics
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Demonstrable Proof That I Am a Cat Lady
But imovie was just sitting there. And my camera sucks enough that I'll never get breathtaking footage of ANYthing. And... well... the cats. There's always the cats.
So yeah. Let me introduce to you to my first attempt at imovie editing fun...
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Hey! You!
In case you haven't been paying attention, this little box to the right there-->, well, that's a feed to a daily list I'm building of things that make me feel squishy on my insides (as inspired by 1000 Awesome Things). Hopefully I'll be posting one a day for 365 days, so enjoy. (If you want to see the list itself which sometimes includes pictures and such, you can click on the text in that wee little box to take you there or just click HERE.)
I'd also like to give a shout-out to my brother's new blog, Sincerely Worded Letter. Check it out. It'll make you smile. Unless your heart is made of cockroaches.
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Favs of the Past Decade*
Radiohead--Kid A**Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
MGMT--Oracular Spectacular
Arcade Fire--Funeral
Ghost Dog***
Aimee Bender's Willful Creatures
The Dirty Projectors--Bitte OrcaFeist--The Reminder****
The Dark Knight
Joanna Newsom--The Milk-Eyed Mender
Memento
The Strokes--Is This It
Modest Mouse--The Moon & Antarctica
The Wire
Mark Z. Danielewski's House of Leaves
The Strokes--First Impressions of the EarthThe Royal Tenenbaums
Donnie Darko
Tim Wise's White Like Me: Reflections on Race from a Privileged Son
Kate Nash--Made of Bricks****
The Piano Teacher
Kings of Leon
There Will Be BloodSix Feet Under
M.I.A.--Kala
Chuck Palahniuk's Rant: An Oral Biography of Buster Casey
Pan's Labyrinth
Mirah--You Think It's Like This But Really It's Like This
AmelieMichael Pollan's In Defense of Food
The Moldy Peaches--The Moldy Peaches
The Postal Service--Give Up****
Lost in Translation
Thom Yorke--The Eraser
Matt Groening's Will & Abe's Guide to the Universe
Kill Bill
Marjane Satrapi's Persepolis
Regina Spektor--Soviet Kitsch
Arrested Development
Let the Right One InRyan Adams--Heartbreaker
Peter Singer's The Way We Eat: Why Our Food Choices Matter
Half Nelson
Silver Mt. Zion
Punchdrunk Love
Sufjan Stevens--IllinoisIsa Chandra Moskowitz's Veganomicon
Adaptation
Wilco--Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
No Country for Old Men
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*Re: music--I'm bad and tend not to listen to people's music as albums. Such is the curse of the internet. So if there isn't an album listed with a band above, it means that I'm just glad this band came to exist in the world of Lindy Loo in the past 10 years.
**I remember actually stopping what I was doing to sit down and listen to this album the whole way through with my boyfriend at the time. You could hear a pin drop.
***I only just realized this was actually made in the last decade.
****Suck it. These albums bring me joy in some form or another. They may not be amazingly original and I know it's a hipster-crime to say I like them, BUT I DO.
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The Rest of My Xmas Vacation in Recap, Along with Some Realizations I've Had in the Past Two Weeks
Lost pitifully at pool at Edison's.
Had some random dude try to sweet-talk me into singing karaoke with him.
Watched all of Season 1 of HOUSE while doing overtime.
Finally realized that if a person is unwilling to step up to the plate and fight for you, then they are not the one, no matter how much you miss them and used to be convinced you wanted to spend the rest of your life with them.
Wore a tie.
Bowled 7 strikes in one game and scored a 215.
Realized I constantly confuse existentialism and nihilism.
Watched Gremlins with friends and peeped on a guy in an expensive condominium with binoculars.
Got flirted with by a good samaritan from out of town who rescued an escaped dog and knocked on my door for help.
Hung out with 2 of my exes.
Baked 2 pizzas.
Spent 4 hours at Melt Bar & Grilled.
Extracted Scabs from my roof AT LEAST 25 times.
Fell in love with Werner Herzog's statement that "Human life is part of an endless chain of catastrophes."
Got sweaty in bed with one of my closest friends.
Saw a flick with and thricely got drunk with the One F Man.
Won the last pool game of the decade at Kevin's house.
Lost the first pool game of the decade at Kevin's house.
Watched Short Circuit with P and mused about what Steve Guttenberg is up to nowadays.
Fascinated myself with the statement: "Through our eyes, the universe is perceiving itself. Through our ears, the universe is listening to its harmonies. We are the witnesses through which the universe becomes conscious of its glory, of its magnificence." (Alan Watts)
Argued about the usefulness of philosophy at 2:30 in the morning.
Realized I can't date someone who doesn't find joy in being childish and silly sometimes.
Drank booze every single night (and am now looking forward to taking a NICE long break).
Ate chocolatey brussel sprouts.
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