|The Soggy Blogger
I live in a soggy city. I have a soggy blog.
I'd rather be a soggy blogger than a soggy frog.
Friday, May 09, 2003
Stare out the window,
Dreaming of food off the grill...
Let weekend begin! posted by Anne on 2:18 PM | link
Thursday, May 08, 2003
Last night, Colin and I ate dinner at a friend's house. We were discussing the remodel that she's thinking of doing to her home, and conversation turned to the fact that she might want to do something cool with her attic. Off-handedly I mentioned the fact that I've never been in an attic, and instantly all eyes were on me.
"You've never been in an attic???"
"Well of course I've been in an attic, if by that you just mean whatever room lies directly below the roof of a house. I've been in plenty of nicely finished attic rooms. I've just never been in a real, honest-to-god, creepy, dark, spiderwebby...attic attic."
This was all the incentive that the four of us needed for an attic expedition. And so it begun. We lugged heavy furniture to the trapdoor in the corner, hooked up a lightbulb to a long extension cord, and went up.
And, of course, this is where the story should get really creepy. If we were in a movie, this is the point where we would have discovered a dead body. Or heard a blood-curdling scream. Or hundreds of mice would come pouring down on us from above. Or... Or...
Of course, nothing happened. It was just an empty old attic. We looked around, shrugged our shoulders, and descended to eat our pasta. I don't know what I was expecting, but that wasn't it. I was disappointed. It's a strange feeling to be frightened, when you know there's nothing to be afraid of. It's a giddy sort of fear. It's deliciously...fun.
posted by Anne on 2:30 PM | link
This is my cat, Zoe, taking a nap. No young, spry kitten she; she can be found like this approximately 70% of the day. Nights are a different matter altogether.
In my opinion, there's not much in this world that is as decadent as napping. Lying back, eyes closed, hearing the world go quieter and quieter around you. The long, hazy threshold of sleep...
Must. Resist. Urge... posted by Anne on 10:27 AM | link
Wednesday, May 07, 2003
Just dial down the center...to hell.
Most people find the "comedian," Carrot Top, extremely annoying. As well they should. I don't know one single person (much less a group of people) who, when one of those AT&T collect calling commercials invades their TV set, says anything to the tune of "dude, check this Carrot Top guy out. He's hilarious." It just doesn't happen.
Now, it may be just me, but I also find this man to be a bit... frightening. It could have something to do with the make-up. Or the un-natural way his gangly body somehow has way more muscle-tone than it should. But you open the "annoying" link above, and try to look at his scary mug for more than a few seconds. Bet you can't.
It's like the evil is invading your very soul... posted by Anne on 9:21 AM | link
Remember when I saw the movie, Spirited Away, and how I said that I didn't think I could adequately write about its mind-numbing ass-kicking-ness? (or words to that effect...) Well, I still don't think I can, but I see that someone else has:
Look. All signs point to the fact that we are facing a dire failure of imagination in this country. We are clinging like blind bats to dying (dead) myths about who we are and what we stand for and what angry patriarchal war demons we believe in. Our sour leaders frantically clutch crumbling and outdated and jingoistic notions of empire and God and righteousness. You know they do...
Mark Morford has just watched the DVD, and has written a great article about it for the San Francisco Gate. Unlike most reviews I've read of this film, his praise extends beyond that of its animation to applaud the ideology behind the imagery, calling into question our own sorry unimaginative Disney-perpetuated mythologies. He does not merely say, "this is a strange and beautiful movie," though that is certainly true. What Mark Morford wants us to know is that this strange and beautiful movie is also important.
Worth a read, if you have the time. Especially the last few paragraphs.
Carry on, then. posted by Anne on 9:07 AM | link
Tuesday, May 06, 2003
At first I was pleased. "I am so smart," I thought to myself, "so observant."
...but is getting 18/26 correct in the retail alphabet game really an indication of a good memory, or does it hint at something far more sinister? Should I be concerned? Should I break out the aluminum* foil hat?
Those 5th Avenue types have got me right where they want me.
*Can anyone tell me why the British pronounce this word "al-YOO-MIN-ee-um"? Just curious. posted by Anne on 2:06 PM | link
Cuckoo for Cockeyed.
I have been spending way too much time on this site.
I think Rob should run for president. posted by Anne on 1:11 PM | link
Sunday, May 04, 2003
Goodbye, good old twenty-seven...
Hello, good older twenty-eight. This is my last day as a twenty-seven year old. Tomorrow is my birthday. I realize that Number Twenty-Eight isn't the milestone that, say, Thirty or Forty is, but I will celebrate anyway. Just you try and stop me.
Each year before my birthday, I like to take stock of the year before and remember all the highlights. It makes me happy to have lived them, and excited about the year ahead. I realize that this is a bit dorky, but so what. It's my birthday, after all...
Since May 5th of 2002, I have:
Been twice to visit the chimpanzees in Ellensburg, WA.
Yes, twenty-seven has been very good to me. Twenty-eight? Bring it on. posted by Anne on 12:19 PM | link