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I am not a fan of myspace.com. I really wanted nothing to do with it. But then, suddenly, it occurred to me this afternoon that if I was not careful, someone might try to be jodiferous on myspace. And that would piss me off. So... in order to prevent it, I claimed it.
I'm not proud. However, if have a myspace account, we can be friends! Isn't that nice?
if they turned me inside out, would they be able to see all my dirty little secrets?
I have one for you... I love the soundtrack to Xanadu. I play it in the car, and sing along.... especially to any song with Olivia Newton John. I'm not proud, but I'm not exactly ashamed either. Plus, ELO kicks ass!
Confession is good for the soul, what's your dirty little secret?
Evildeb says that AlmostCertainlyGoingToEndUpEvilMaggie won this outfit for Mimi, the Evildog, in some kind of Spin the Wheel contest. I think Mimi looks a little ashamed. And Maggie looks a little pleased about that.
Oh kids, the most amazing and wondrous thing happened on Saturday. It was a day in which I won, and Louise lost. We went down to the Seattle Mystery Bookshop to have books signed by Robert Crais, who writes a favorite mystery/crime series of mine. And you know what? He didn't notice her accent! He didn't comment or gush or propose or even acknowledge it. The words "darling" and "accent" did not leave his mouth. And, even though he is a handsome handsome man, as it is now, and a fav writer of mine, already, I love him all the more now. For breaking her streak. Seriously, she was getting a little cocky. A little humility looks good on her. And the day was not a complete waste. Some, seemingly, homeless men told her she had beautiful hair as we walked by. I almost said thank you. One of the few physical compliments I get in life is on my hair, occasionally my smile or my eyes, but usually my hair. And it was down and curling nicely that day. But it's a pretty safe bet that if a bunch of guys in an alley yell out a compliment like "you have beautiful hair" and you are walking by with Louise, it's for her. She has long wavy dark blond hair that goes down past her butt. The bitch. Instead, I just told her to thank them. Which she did. In her darling accent.
The Inn at Northrup Station is my new Official Staying in Portland Hotel. If I am to stay the night in Portland, from now on, it will be here. The bed is super comfy, every room has a kitchenette, it's located in my favorite little neighborhood in Portland... I don't know what that neighborhood is called, I call it 23rd, and it's decorated with bright colors in swirls and stripes. It's a wonderful place. I sat down on this bed a minute and a half ago, and I think I am still sinking in. I am in a Signature Suite and I could not be more delighted.* I have two tv's and three telephones. What do I need with three telephones? I don't know, but one of them is in the bathroom and to me, that is the ultimate in luxury. My paternal grandmother had a pink phone in her bathroom in their house in Denver, and I thought that was the richiest of rich. I am also enjoying my high speed wireless internet access.
Ok, back to work.
*actually, I could be more delighted. A: I am tired but still working on presentation and B: I'm a bit situationally exasperated with something, and put me a bit of a snit before dinner. i tried not to take it out on anyone. Oh, and C: I'm not very comfortable with what I am doing down here, the reason I am here. But other than that... completely delighted!
I'm worried about throwing the ultimate Oscar party. It can't just be a good party, it has to be the ultimate Oscar party.
Wait a second, that's not me... that's the E! Channel demographic. Why am I watching this channel. Because I am working on a training project, and the E! channel is keeping me company. It does not require my actual brains to listen to it.
I will be in Portland Oregon tomorrow and Friday, to deliver said training project. 50 Word Fiction Friday will return on Friday [duh] March 3.
Meanwhile, enjoy Bobby Day's "Little Bitty Pretty One"It's kind of a long story, but basically, Friday, Paco sent out a link to this story. To which I replied that yes, as a blogger I was also a terrorist, but if we could please keep that to ourselves, as I was planning on going to Canada this weekend, I would appreciate it. Theories abounded about the damage I could inflict upon Canada, with my blogging. [not very much, as it turns out], however I insisted I meant no harm to Canada, indeed, I insisted that I heart Canada! Then Evildeb and I broke into a rousing rendition of O Canada. Then Paco sent out this:
Her Royal Highness, Queen Evildeb.
That's all, I just wanted to post the picture. I never made it up to Vancouver this weekend. but I live to try again soon.
I might change my name to Maria. I want the song "How do you solve a problem like Maria" to be about me. I'm pretty sure I'm a flibbertigibbet, anyway.
This week will be a busy week for me... I have a training project to finish up and then deliver. I am traveling down to Oregon for a couple of days as well. I'd tell you this means I won't be around to blog much, but we all know how I work. I'll probably be around more than ever before. Because I'm a dope that way.
However, for now, before the week truly starts, I think I will go play some sims.
The body was female and not dead. She survived. And she was a jumper. I am sure she is battered and bruised now. I hope she finds peace and strength, and finds her way back to living again soon. Let's wish the anonymous jumper well, shall we?
I don't understand how I am supposed to walk, all slinky like, do snake arms AND undulate, all at the same time. That's too many things for one human girl. It sounds like only three, but snake arms, in of themselves are like ... SIX separate things. You don't even want to know how many parts there are to undulating. I think our teacher is missing some bones.
Really really hard, belly dancing. But great fun. I tried not too laugh too much, because you are supposed to be all "oooo-oooo sexy-sexy at one with the earth and your feminine core." But my feminine core had the giggles.
They pulled a dead body out of the water, outside our window this morning. I didn't see it, but Paco did. On his birthday no less. He also witnessed the guy who jumped from the bridge onto our parking lot last year. Right outside the meeting room window. Yes, death of instantaneous on that one. And messy. He's handling this one better. We have no evidence that the victim jumped from the bridge, could have just been a floater. KK passed on an interesting fact: if you cut the body's belly open before you dump them in the water, it releases all the gasses, and they won't float. Cool. Filing that grisly tidbit away for when I become a mystery writer.
Evildeb does not just cause pain in others, but also to herself. She has to get regular massages, to keep herself relaxed, or her head will literally pop off her neck from the tension. This means my calendar is full of notes regarding her comings and goings, and workings from home, due to her appointments.
jodi: so... are you working from home or not?
evildeb: on Wednesday afternoon I'm working from home
jodi: but you just cancelled it.
evildeb: no...I cancelled the original Monday apt
evildeb: just now
jodi: such a pain in the ass.
evildeb: indeed
jodi: i'm going to need an ass massage because of you.
evildeb: well, try to schedule it after work hours so you won't have to put it tin the calendar
evildeb: your ass, or the apt
jodi: oh no. that is not fair.
evildeb: neither should be in my calendar
jodi: i am going to have it in the afternoon
evildeb: fine
jodi: because i want to work from home after my ass massage
evildeb: but leave your ass out of it
jodi: oh no, my ass is ALL OVER IT
I told you that I was going to do some stuff in February that ought to be good for a laugh, if nothing else. One of these things is belly dancing. My cousin, Kirsten, convinced me to take a belly dancing class with her. In truth, she didn't have to work too hard to convince me. If at all, I've been thinking about taking one for a while. It's my theory that a class like belly dancing might give me a tiny smidgeon of physical coordination. And every little bit helps.
My first class is this Thursday evening. Kirsten started last week, but I had a thing, so I couldn't go. There are belly dancing supplies that are needed for class. For example, a hip scarf. From what I understand, it's not just the ability to move in such a way as to make the little coins jingle, but also to be able to move in certain ways and not make them jingle. This is my hip scarf, currently on it's way to me via USPS:
We also have these little finger cymbals, called zills. Last week, Kirsten said she flung a zil across the room. I'm thinking, we should sharpen the edges, get really good, and then go on the market as belly dancing assassins!
I'll let you know how the whole thing works out. I just wanted to show off my little hip scarf because it's so pretty and sparkly.
Happy Valentine's day everyone. I wuv you and I send you kisses! I got a valentine in the mail from my cat, Pru. Coincidentally, I also got one from my mom on the very same day. But the handwriting is completely different, so I know it was just a coincidence.
I know I have posted this song before, but I'm going to do it again, because it's always a good idea to bring Thea Gilmore to the attention of someone who has not heard of her. Plus, it's a valentine song! For those who like their valentine's with a bit more bite.
Officially, I am looking for the motivation to clean. I have company coming next weekend and I will have the best housecleaning intentions right up until they get here. I find Reel Big Fish is good for that. The poppy, peppy music with happy horn, it's hard to sit still when I've got the volume turned up. I know they have lots of cover songs, so I thought I would feature them today. The one I found, however, was a surprise, featuring naughty rocker babe, Lita Ford. Oh, how many Saturday nights did I spend, in the 80's, going out on Saturday nights to get laid, only to end up getting in a fight? Rhetorical.
Kiss Me Deadly - Lita Ford
I truly do believe that almost any song is improved by a peppy horn section. I've saved some other Reel Big Fish 80's covers for later. Because I know what I like...
Kiss Me Deadly - Reel Big Fish
Jodi: Do you hear that?
Amelia: Hear what?
Jodi: that voice... listen...
Amelia: Hmmmm.... I do... I do hear it! It's like a voice from our past.
Jodi: He has an office now, his door is closed... why is he screaming? Why does god do this to me?
Amelia: Hee!
Jodi: You've been quiet lately. Readers have inquired about your up-to-ness.
Amelia: My what?
Jodi: They want to know what you are up to.
Amelia: Well... ever since you turned your back on me...
Jodi: I did not turn my back on you! I simply angled my monitor, slightly, away from you.
Amelia: Whatever... the point is, since you've angled away, I've been able to read your monitor. So I pass the time by reading your chats.
Jodi: You do not!
Amelia: I do too! ALL of your chats!
Jodi: all of them?
Amelia: AAAAAAAAAALL of them. Your emails too.
Jodi: gulp.
Amelia: Girlfriend, we've got to talk!
I have two things I feel I must say, today.
1. I have a big crush on Barack Obama. And it's not just because of his name. Although, President Obama has a nice ring to it. I've just been reading a bit about him recently.
2. I need to thank Bill O'Reily for giving me even more reasons to visit Canada. What a buffoon. I'm going to go get a trunk load of Smarties.
But, Jodi, you say, what about the deserter? Well, I'll tell you what, I guess this is the chance for all the people with ribbon stickers on their cars to prove whether or not they really support our troops. And I mean all of our troops. Including those who have a problem with war. Oh, I know, there is a problem with my logic of supporting the man. That's not the way the military works. But, really, I can't blame him. I can't.
The important thing is, Bill O'Reily is a dumb ass.
Nowadays, everyone says that no self respecting woman would be caught dead wearing a scrunchy in her hair. I've read it several places. They talked about it on Sex in the City, so you know it's true. But I often use scrunchies to pull my hair up into a look I affectionately call a "curl mass." [because if you say it affectionately it sounds cuter.]
So is it ok if I wear an occasional scrunchie if I do it ironically?
it's very quiet around here right now. Here being work. A lot of people are down south, at the Mother Ship, for the week. Including Evildeb. It means the parking is better and the lines in the cafe are shorter. Hey... Evildeb leaves town and the sun comes out. Coincidence?
I said I would try to do more, in February, in order to have things to blog about. [I finished all the House dvd's, sadly.] So Saturday night, I did something. I went to a party at Evildeb's house. She decided to have a function designed around two things, wine and the fact that Tessa had never seen "Yellow Submarine." Neither had I, but I didn't mention that since it was already part of the plan to begin with. The only problem with this plan was that Evildeb did not serve any of the psychedelic drugs required to make this movie the slightest bit tolerable. The music was good, that is true. But the movie itself? Everyone kept telling me it is a classic, and that I was just too young to understand. As the movie went on, I kept getting younger and younger. I'm surprised they let me stay up that late.
In the end, the party was enjoyable and Tessa and I proclaimed the movie to be absolute crap. Although we did enjoy singing along to "All Together Now" at the very end. Which, when you think about it, is a pretty crap song.
I came across the cover version of this song, and it was a no brainer that I would need to use it.. it's Frank Black. I would need to use it for William's sake, if nothing else. However, I found out the James Taylor version I am familiar with is not the original. The song was originally done in 1960 by Jimmy "Handy Man" Jones. I have to say, I prefer it to the JT version.
Here is the James Taylor version for comparison. I'm not sure he's really all that handy.
But if you ask me, the handiest sounding man of all is definitely Frank. I think I would call him.
Rain rain rain. Actually, it is currently not raining. But that is only temporary. We are supposed to have a big wind storm tonight. We are currently experiencing the calm that comes before. Last night I asked Christine what the theme should be today.... something positive. She suggested Sunshine. And let there be light.
SPF
Their faces red not from embarrassment, they passed the bottle of aloe back and forth. She felt bad, but how many times had she told them... warned them? They thought she was being cute, they didn't take her seriously. They would now. She really was full of inner sunshine.
I'm addicted to a new tv show. Generally, I try to avoid watching new shows, I don't need to spend more time watching tv. But, recently, USA has started showing reruns of season 1 of House MD, right after Monk on Friday nights. I love Monk, and they have been new episodes, so I've been watching. I've heard good things about House, and so I decided to give it a try. I love that show! Not since Veronica Mars has a show so delighted me. Dr. House is such a jerk, but so entertaining. My original plan was to enjoy Season 1 one episode at a time, weekly. But I caved and bought the dvd's.
Anyway, maybe that's why there have been no blog updates since Saturday... I've been too busy working my way through those DVD's. I will try to be better.