October 09, 2008
via sunlit skies
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October 08, 2008
Ah, Autumn.
The sun in Colorado is hot and bright. Even now, when the days should be deepening and the memories of summer should be cleaned, sorted and stored. It is hot and it is bright, reminding me that sunglasses and tanktops have not yet lost their purpose, that dogs will linger in the shade, that there is work to be done now and here. Not for later, but now. And here. While we still can.
These hours fill me with a great fatigue. The endless stretch of process and activity and movement they allow. How lovely it would be to awake to a cloudy and grim morning. Days when work is conducted despite the weather, not because of it. Weeks when men and animals burrow into cozy layers of inactivity, setting aside their tasks and appointments and requirements for a time when things are better.
*****
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Helllllo Hallows
Matt asked me last night what I wanted to go as for Halloween. I sighed. It had been a long day, full of doubt, self-loathing and the Real Housewives of Atlanta, and I just couldn't summon the energy to think it through.
"I don't know," I said. (But my heart cried out, "Steve Perry!")
Matt, no stranger to my P/T ennui and F/T indecision, kept at it. After a perfunctory glance at my bosoms, he proposed Elvira: Mistress of the Dark, a look many have suggested - or downright accused me of (back in my new to New York/dramatic eyeshadow days) - and I countered, "If I'm going to do that, I might as well go as Morticia Addams. I mean, that's kind of my formal look anyway."
Matt was delighted. After all, it is he who hums the "du du duh dum" part of the Addams Family theme song* every time I bring up my family or some weird practice that we engage in and, as a group, think to be completely normal. Like, you know, living in a nursing home. Or celebrating Christmas on a different day...and at night. Or drinking coffee at 2 a.m. Totes norms.
Next step was deciding who Matt would go as. If we did that *couple thing* and went in a *couple costume,* he'd have to be an Addams man himself. Gomez? Nah...just not quite right. Fester? Better!
Way better! But then we realized he would need a monk's cowl. I jumped out of bed to try on the Dickensian black cape I got last year from my Mom for Christmas (du du duh dum...) but Matt deemed it too short for full Fester-tude. Better, probably, for its long-term sartorial possibilities.
HMMMMMM. We were stumped for seconds until, upon reflection, Matt exclaimed, "Pugsley!" And then - and only then, reader - we both collapsed in par·ox·ysm·s of wonderment and joy.
Oh It's just SO PERFECT. For those of you unlucky enough not to know us, I swear this is pretty much what we look like every day. For those of us who do know us, feel free to send congratulatory cards and bouquets honoring our wit, nay insouciance. It's incestual and it's kooky! Halloween has just taken a drastic turn for the better. And I can wear all my OWN clothes and even my OWN furs (yes, you read that right; they're all gifts from the aforementioned cape-aficionado mother and I plan on bartering them for canned corn and Dinty Moore very soon now), and don't even have to go to the Goodwill. Oh quiver.
*No, not the Hammer version.
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October 07, 2008
My Internet Reach is Both Far and Wide
After stumbling across the above on Flickr, I quickly e-mailed it to Sorry I Missed Your Party and they deemed it worthy of a post. It would be hard to feel more influential.
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October 06, 2008
Five-Word Movie Review Monday
Nearly every scene a beauty.
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October 05, 2008
Intwanet, You Do Me So Right
Oooh oooh oooh! If you're ever been stymied by the lack of pictures on Craig's List, you simply must check out the new site, My Wise Bunny. Simply drill down by city and state, pick the desired item category (e.g., furniture, electronics, etc.) and BEHOLD a page of thumbnails that fit your requests:
This may occupy me for the next two to three years.
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