When Janet Jackson came out with the song "Escapade" I think I spent several months wondering why the hell she was singing a song about the "Ice Capades"??

This is amusing and--
FIRST) I don't expect anyone to respond to this because I've been pretty MIA in this journal and few people seem to give a shit (it's understandable, I wouldn't either!)
SECOND) I'm pretty fickle and am likely to agree with what someone says....and then change my mind two minutes later
THIRD) I'm going to be hard-pressed to come up with 10 shows in the first place, buuuut:

a. Post a list of 10 TV shows you love (current or canceled);
b. Have your friends list guess your favorite character from each show;
c. When guessed bold the line and write a little bit about why you like that character;
d. Post in your own livejournal.

1) Heroes
2) X-Files
3) Animaniacs
4) Arrested Development
dude, it's getting tough already....
5) Family Guy
6) Studio 60
7) My So-Called Life
8) Futurama (when in doubt, pick AS cartoons!)
9) Life Goes On
10) ummmm.....Jem!

Ha ha, OK, I did it, I managed to name ten. Now ANSWER!

My new roommate is going to think I'm so anti-social. ;)

I'm just soooooooooooooooo ready to hide out for a day or two. I'll be like "I'm taking my guitar, and my computer, and a notebook, and a shitload of books into MY ROOM, shutting the door and I'm NOT COMING OUT for at least 24 hours!!" What would be ideal is if she has some Labor Day weekend plans. Then I could get my necessary solitary time. But I still think she's pretty fun so I'd be ready to be social again by the start of next week.

The weather was nice and cool this morning on my walk to work. Autumn is the strangest time of year. I mean not just because I love it, but because it seems to form the strongest memories in me. Other seasons are not like that. Winter memories? Well I have some of course, but really they're more like stories than actual MEMORIES. (Does that make sense??)

What I mean is I can tell people about things like: I remember the year when we got insane amounts of snow, even for Kalamazoo which is kind of defined by insane amounts of snow to begin with and I had to spend 2 hours shoveling out my car to go to work and I STILL wasn't done. But it didn't matter because they called and said there was so much snow they closed the mall. Or I can tell stories about our crazy naked snow angel adventure one otherwise dull new year's eve.

But fall memories are something I feel with my whole body. And it's weird, those make you miss the bad times as well as the good. My body remembers the feeling of crunching through leaves on campus on my way to my art and design class, and the smell of oil paints and charcoal when I got there. But it also remembers being curled up in a chair until the early hours of the morning in the months after scott broke up with me because i was suddenly boyfriendless, jobless, and nearly roomless (as I had 'half a room' in my mom's crowded place at the time) with the lights out and the computer on, watching the people next door who never seemed to sleep either. I still have the feeling of starting classes at the community college and reveling in my lovely gas station cappucino each morning and I can still feel what it was like to walk around the lake at my aunt's place. Other seasons provide me with blurred picture memories but for some reason fall memories are as crisp as the air feels. And every time I start to feel the seasons change it's like reliving all those moments every time, even though each year seems to add new ones as well (First autumn season in Chicago, I'm sure there will be a lot more to add this year too)

It's almost overwhelming

I JUST GOT OFFERRED A JOB!!!!!!!!!!

No more temp/receptionist crap. I am officially known as a Copy Editor now.


EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! job :)

Kim passed this little gem along to me:

http://www.theonion.com/content/node/38710

OHMYGOD, what a fucking BRILLIANT move on my part!




I left the AC on in my room all day.

(We pay for the AC, I think it's just about the only utility not included in Liza's rent. Heat must be gas since I know it's paid.)

So anyway, usually I run the AC when I'm home and just leave the outside vent blowing when I'm gone. This morning I was going to turn it like I usually do and then I was like "...nahhhh.....I'll treat myself to a nice cool room today." And believe me, when you come home at 6 in the p.m. when it's STILL sitting at about 91 degrees (I don't even want to know what the high was) in business clothes and boots loaded down with bags and crap, "treat" does not even begin to describe it. I have estimated I am about 416 times more comfortable right now than I could be :D

http://www.wondermark.com/d/312.html

http://www.wondermark.com/d/310.html
(this one is best if you manage to catch the phrase underneath before the comic loads and covers it up)

http://www.wondermark.com/d/318.html

from <i>Special Topics in Calamity Physics</i> which I'm currently devouring as quickly as whatever free time left after work and attempting to have a life allows me:

It's what they called Zach now, "the coupon," and it fit him. He really was all bar code, all Great Savings, all $5 Off with Proof of Purchase...
..."We should get out of here," I said.
"You like him."
"Who?"
"Coupon."
"Like I like noise pollution."
"You're going to run off with him."
"Right."
"You're going to have tons of sex with him and have his gift certificates."

ha. Love it.

I swear to freakin' god, the beginning to A. C. Newman's "Come Crash" is a slowed down version on the 'Home Movies' song.