Finished reading “Marrying Anita.” Depressing stuff. Oh well, back to the jollier “Zombie Survival Guide.”

I never liked 50 Cent much anyway

Oh, Kanye West. Why must your songs be so catchy and somehow heartfelt? You cannot sing. (I suspect you know this.) And yet. Neither could Dylan.

True Blueberry Colombian Classic, or Celestial Seasonings This

And that’s how I found myself brewing fruity herbal tea bags in a pot of decaf drip. It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t pretty at all.

Merry Happy, Everyone!

I tried Tabata intervals for the first time ever today. Tabata intervals kicked my ass…and I kind of liked it.

Amusing: for my birthday and Christmas, various women at the office gave to me the following lovely, unexpected, and much appreciated gifts: an earrings and necklace set (dark red stones), a silvery, jangle-y earrings and bracelet set, a silvery sequined cosmetic bag with a 5 piece makeup brush set, a pink patterned pocketbook with subtle detailing in silver thread, a fuschia blouse, and “The Zombie Survival Guide” by Max Brooks.

I feel like they’re trying to tell me something, but what could it be?

Well, if I haven’t deciphered the code by the time the zombie apocalypse goes down, I’ll just try not to trip in my pink and silver heels like a sexually active teen in a slasher flick while I am distracted by my own bling.

Well, it’s a little unnerving.

As my bus was making its way onto the RFK bridge, I noticed a sign whose icon seemed to indicate “Beware of falling trucks from the curved overpass above.”

I guess it’s the ol’ Triboro’s answer to “Falling Rock Zone.”

It was a great party, with games and cake

Thanks to my ex-roommate Rho (she has infinite social graces), we (Lou and I, December children both, robbed by Christmas, which, by the way, can’t we move to June?) had a real, honest-to-goodness celebration. Yay!

It was lots of fun, and I got to heckle the hapless, hapless Cranium players. Did I mention that I don’t play games? I don’t. I am an only child, unsocialized or just unsocialize-able on the genetic level, so I never expend any energy playing Rock Band or whatever it is that the kids are into nowadays. (I used to play solitary puzzle games like Tetris or Barrack – Barrack, the game, not Barack, the president elect – but have since allotted all the time I used to spend on games to reading blogs. Productive!) But it is my habit to grab a drink and heckle any actual players who (while they might be brilliant at sketching with their eyes closed) do not know who Douglas Coupland is or how to hum the Carpenters tune “Close to You.” I mean, come on. ^_^;;

As I watched everyone play, I came to the conclusion that no one really knows how to play Cranium, deep down.

I love my friends.

My New Year’s resolution is to learn how to cook meat so that it’s delicious. I have a few ideas.

FYI

If you start a sentence with “Don’t get all uptight,” obviously you know a) I will, and b) you don’t care.

I just want you to know that I know. Just sayin’.

I lost…

…one of my glittens. ~>o<~

Craftiness/So my hat is cunning, in a way

I gained 3 lbs and 3% body fat over the holiday, in spite of resistance and interval training. Yikes! In the spirit of finding a hobby that doesn’t involve cooking (cooking, sadly, is the one thing I really want to do — curse you, contrarian human nature), I have used the time off to practice hand-sewing. I still suck, but have finally figured out Diana Rupp’s knot tying trick (hint: it’s a bit like how I tie my shoelaces). I whip-stitched my small red hat into my black bucket hat, so now my more fashionable hat is 2X as warm! I also hemmed a t-shirt because, yes, I am that short.

Oh, and I re-hung that low hanging chin up bar after it came down (taking some plaster with it — my big, fat @ss again). But in the spirit of not destroying the place, I ordered one of those nifty cantilevered door bars (Amazon, on sale). Yes, I could try to DIY one out of pvc pipes, but give me a break here. I’m not made of time. 😛