Another Three Line Post at 11:45

I’m watching Colbert to see if he’s going to make fun of *me* again.  And by me, of course I mean all feminists and people from San Francisco and vicinity.   I know he was talking right to me.

So, yeah, so far no special messages sent out specifically to me, but oh my, the K-pop video.   His hair in said K-pop video.    Oh man.    He’s so freaking cute.

No. No. No.  I like him because he’s funny and smart.   Must.  Not.   Objectify.   Oh shit, I can’t help it, he’s too freaking cute.

He’s interviewing this gal, and she’s laughing.  That would be me.  I wouldn’t be able to answer his questions.  I wouldn’t be able to fake being offended.   I wouldn’t even be able to talk about whatever I was being interviewed on.    I would laugh until I cried, and then I would just stare blankly and drool.

Just sayin’.

Unstoppable.

The Giants did it again.    That’s a streak!!!!!

Ok so maybe I’m going a little overboard, but I just would love to see this mix mash of misfits and rookies have a winning season.   Or, you know, set themselves up for a winning season next year.   Regardless, I’ll still be rooting for them.  It’s the kind of fan I am.

(Yeah, it’s a picture of Noah Lowry, and I realize that he didn’t play today, and that he’s on the DL list, but I like the pose, so get off my back, will ya?)

 

 

Colbert Watch – San Francisco = Heart of Darkness

I was howling again last night. Stephen Colbert of course covered the protest surrounding the Olympic torch. And of course, you can’t do that without touching on what nut jobs the Franciscans are.

“Personally, I find an attack on a torch hypocritical in a city known for some pretty flaming parades.”

My favorite part, “We know that city burns. Moving on. Folks. Too soon? Too soon to joke about the San Francisco fires? I didn’t know we had centigenarians in the office. ”

I can’t post the video here, but here’s the link – http://www.comedycentral.com/colbertreport/videos.jhtml?videoId=165053
The other side of the funny coin is that apparently thousands of visitors and tourists (not to mention the ubiquitous San Francisco protesters) were disappointed when there was a last minute route change for the torch relay through The City. The change was made in order to avoid a confrontation with protesters, like those in London and Paris. I personally had no desire to see the torch, so I don’t care either way. I also don’t have a very high regard for the way the Chinese government has dealt with Tibet. However, it’s just the Olympics. We’ll make a big deal out of it, only watch a fraction of the begillion televised hours, and when the games are done, we’ll forget they even happened by Christmas.

Just sayin’.

2 In a Row

I’ve decided to make a commitment in my life. I’m going to commit myself to watch more Giants’ games this season. I didn’t get to see the game last night, but I sat and watched tonights. I sneezed my way through 9 innings of tense, drama-filled, fantastic shut out pitching, including 10 strike outs by Jonathan Sanchez.

And in the bottom of the ninth, Dan Ortmeier hits a game winning walk off double.

And like that, the Giants have won two in a row, and they took two out of three from the Padres.

I love baseball. Is there anything more beautiful? I say ‘no’.

There is one golden bright side to living alone, I suppose. I can watch as many games as I want, without ever having to answer any questions, and I can even yell at the TV.

But maybe I should find a cool bar with a TV nearby to sit and watch a few amongst other people, too.

I guess spring isn’t all bad.

April Schmapril

I hate April. April, historically speaking, pretty much blows. And then there’s that whole spring thing.

The only season I hate worse than spring is winter. I hate being cold, but what’s going on with my eyes and nose right now is almost as bad. Everything is either running, itching or crusted over right now, and I don’t think I can take much more of this.

I know everyone loves spring. The sun has come out. The flowers are blooming. Baby animals abound. I know. I hear you on the April showers and May flowers. Seriously, though, enough with the bloody flowers.

I realize that I am a total freak. I’ve said this every year, I’m saying it now, and I’ll probably say it again next year – I can’t wait for summer so everything can just go ahead and die, and I can breath again.

Not to mention that whole not cold thing.

Just sayin’.

Evil iPod Gremlins

I love my iPod.  I don’t know how I ever managed to get by a day without it before.  I’m not very materialistic, but it is one of my favorite things ever.

But sometimes, it’s against me.

I have the big mambo jambo 80 gig hard drive in my iPod.  So there’s a lot of stuff on there.    A lot.   Almost all the music I own.  I’m still working on loading it, three months later, and it’s not even near half way full.

The thing I like to do most is put it on shuffle.  It’s just kind of cool to hear Ocean 11, followed by Billie Holliday, followed by See Spot, followed by The Beastie Boys.   I love shuffle.   I hate shuffle.

The thing is, sometimes the last song in the world that you should be hearing while you’re in a particular frame of mind will find it’s way to your ears, out of your iPod that’s in shuffle mode.  Brutal.   Damn brutal.  Why you gotta do me like that, iPod?

I hate to love you iPod.

It’s All CD’s Fault

I’ve been thinking a lot about my life, and about happiness.  I don’t think that I’m an unhappy person, but I think that I am a sensitive person who feels things very deeply.   So when some upsetting things happen, it often takes a while for me to get over them.

I was sitting last night, and I was thinking about how tough the last few years have been.  I don’t think I’ve handled it all that poorly, considering it all.  It is what it is, and I deal with it.

I was also thinking about the things that made me happy during all the tough times.   I think the happiest I’ve been was when I was first living on Treasure Island.    I had the two best roommates I ever had, MC and CD.  I was a stranger when I moved in with them, but I think I got to be a part of their little clan very quickly.  We truly were mates.    We laughed, played, and drank, but also argued till we were blue in the face, and it was wonderful.  Even when they were being totally annoying, they didn’t really bother me.

I know that if I were still with them today, they’d drag me out of my room, make me drink half my weight in cheap beer, and beat me at darts.    Of course, I can’t go back to them.  Everything changed the day that CD left to go back to school to get his masters.   Now he’s in Iowa.   MC moved in with his girlfriend.  And I moved on, to unpleasant results.

So  you see, it’s all CDs fault.  If he’d never gone back to school, none of this would have happened!   I’m kidding, of course.    I’m happy for him.  I’m happy for MC.   And someday soon, I’ll be happy for my damn self.

Just sayin’.

Tonight is a Lunesta Night

OK, so I mentioned about a week and a half ago that I’ve started using sleep aids.  I’ve only taken them twice so far.  I don’t want to be addicted to them.  The thing is, I kind of have to plan ahead to use them.   I’m afraid to take it unless I know for sure that I’m going to be able to sleep at least 8 hours.  I’m just trying to use them to catch up on sleep about once per week.

The pills I’m using are Lunesta.  I really like it, so far.  I was always afraid to take sleeping pills, because I was afraid that they would drop me like one of those bears you see being darted on the news.   It’s not like that at all.  It very gently lowers me into a nice comfortable sleep.  It definitely doesn’t feel like normal falling asleep, but it’s not like I feel like I’ve been hit over the head with something either.

And when I wake up in the morning, it’s almost exactly the reverse.  It’s the slow rising up.   It’s not like I suddenly spring awake or like I have to pull myself out of a cave of sleep, either.  It’s just gentle.

The one side effect, though, is that I wake up with this very strange bitter taste in the back of my mouth, and I have cotton mouth all the next day.    It could be worse, I think.