Ambiguity: I haz none

I seem to lack an air of mystery, or any feminine allure to speak of, and this makes me sad. I'm fairly obvious and predictable. You know my age range, you know my sexual preferences (...or do you? *exaggerated wink*), you know what I eat, what music I like, movies, blah blah blah. I used to be spicy and exciting, and now I feel like a bland, doughy dumpling in creamy gravy. Yuck.

Hope is renewed, though! At present, I have approximately 20 white hairs on my head. That's not including any that might be in the back, as I can't see them. Half of them are clustered on the right side of my head toward the top. On one hand, this is horrifying. On the other, this has great potential. We associate gray and white hair with age, but I have no wrinkles, so people will wonder about my age. Assuming I sprout more whites, and if I play my cards right, I can be 50 years old for 40 years. I'll be the envy of grandmothers all the world over. That, and I can be Storm for Halloween every year. Yeah!



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It would probably be advantageous for me to go to a nightclub and have someone snap a candid photo of me making out with an attractive woman, and then a really hot guy, just to stir up doubt and wonder. One mystery at a time, though, my good people. All questions will be unanswered in due time.

I mean, when you see the title "And Worse" you probably have some expectations. Then you come here and I'm talking about lettuce and Chihuahuas. What the fuck? The story behind "And Worse" needs to be told, through my own warped vision of it, and I'll get around to that soon. I also need some adventures to write about. Something besides laundry and what I'm making for dinner. (I have two loads in the dryer and I'm making a sweet & savory vegetable sauce to serve over pasta.)

I'm currently in the process of creating the ultimate Christmas music collection. And Halloween music as well. This way, I'll be all done by the holidays. Muahahaha!

Also, I need to become fairly wealthy within the next couple of years so that I can buy a house and won't have to leave Portland. I know I said I'd buy a house in St. Louis, but let's get real: I love it here. Will she raise the money in time? Will she stay or go? See, mystery and intrigue.

There you go.

Purpose returns to Sunday nights

No Mad Men until 2012. NFL lockout woes continue, with no resolution in sight. What is a person supposed to watch on Sunday nights? Things were looking bleak. Would I be able to survive until the new season of True Blood starts? Not likely. HBO's take on Mildred Pierce was disappointing. The script was to blame. But at least that was something to watch! Having seen promos for HBO's new show, Game of Thrones, I decided to check it out. Why not, I like Sean Bean. I finally got around to watching it last night, and my hopes weren't all that high. I haven't read the books, so I had no idea what to expect. Well...



AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!! After just one episode a second season has already been ordered. This totally makes up for Monty not being shot at the end of Mildred Pierce (argh!).

I'm such a happy TV zombie! :D

Farming! And other adventures.

So, we're, like, farmers now! As of yesterday. We hauled soil up to the second floor deck, filled the pots, planted seeds, watered them. No gloves, we got in there with our bare hands and were one with the soil. It was fun! We planted lettuce, carrots, and radishes. We'll plant the bell peppers and herbs when it's warmer. It was peaceful and easy. The sun was shining. Life was being nurtured. It was good.

Then MrMissT came home and said to Mom, "I have something for you." What he had was two boxes of plants. Eight lettuce plants, three tomato plants, sage, and fully mature basil. She was shocked. I was pissed. His "thoughtfulness" doubled our work and we had to use pots that were intended for other plants. Second time around, playing in dirt wasn't very exciting. And it's no longer "our thing." He's forced his way into yet another aspect of our lives. I don't even like sage! But we planted everything and will hope for the best. I sound childish, but he seeps into every crack of our lives with his oppressive fog and it's suffocating. In a sick way, I hope that our seedlings thrive and the plants he bought don't fare as well. That's horrible. No, I hope they all do well. So we can eat them. I just hope he doesn't inundate us with foliage again.

A certain friend has a bad habit of texting me obscenely early in the morning. He chooses to ignore the fact that I am no longer on Eastern Time. Luckily, I've learned to turn my phone off at night. This morning I turned it on around 9:00 and saw that he'd messaged me at 5:40. Oh dear. He saw Iron Maiden last night. That's cool, how was it? "Awesome. You'll never guess who was behind me." Who? "Your girl Lady Gaga." What?!?!!!! She was indeed there, as I remember the photo she posted on Twitter last night. He even got a picture of her. Wow, and I planted vegetables, went to the library, and stopped at the candy shop yesterday. Lady Gaga vs. tomatoes and Jelly Bellies. *sigh* He tried to make me feel better by pointing out that by growing my own food I will be healthier and will outlive him. This may be so, but it doesn't get me any closer to celebrities. >:/

Colored pencil has emerged as my medium of choice these days. The CPSA's Explore This! 7 Exhibition is truly inspiring. When I say inspiring, I mean it's a combination of "wow, I want to do that" and "wow, I should go hang myself in the closet." (Not really. Please don't freak out.) But I'm sticking with it! I draw every day and work with color, and add in some stippling just for fun. Van Gogh didn't start his career as an artist until he was 27, as am I. I want to draw everything, and I want to draw it now, but I do have time, and I will get there. Eventually.

My least favorite neighbors in the building moved out on Friday. I danced around the living room for 10 minutes. It's the little things in life, you know?