Anogete's Journal

The moral of the story is that journalism is in the crapper. Let's just all make up stuff.

As if you didn't have enough social networking sites to juggle, I'm here to tell you to sign up on another one. Go to Last.fm and create an account. I promise it is easy, especially if you use iTunes to organize your music. It transferred my entire library and number of song plays to my account in a matter of seconds. It allows me to look for people who enjoy the same sort of music in an effort to find more music I might like. If you sign up, my username is anogete, like always. Be making with the friendlies so I'm not lonely.

( work talk )

If you're looking for homemade treats for your doggie, then I highly recommend Tail Waggin' Temptations. I met the couple that make these treats at the Quixote Humane Easter Parade a few weeks ago and bought a small container of treats from them. Ferguson isn't much for dog bones, but he is in love with their peanut butter heart treats. I just ordered another box off their website, and it arrived a couple days later.

Glengarry Glen Ross is one of my favorite films. I'm such a fan of David Mamet's talk-y movies. Jason and I were quoting it this evening because we were watching Ed Harris in another movie. I popped on YouTube and found this:

(WARNING: Lotsa lota cursing and foul language in the clip below.)



There is so much great dialogue in this film that I could never list it all here, but one of my favorite parts is when Dave (Ed Harris' character) says, "Anybody who talks to this asshole is a fuckin' asshole." So classic. You can see it in the video above at the 1:26 mark.

Jason and I watched The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly last night. Goodness, I had no idea Clint Eastwood was such a sexy bastard back in the day.

One of my favorite bands, the pAper chAse (yes, the caps are intentional), is releasing an album this month. In celebration, I've uploaded my favorite song. Ahh, intellectually violent. Someone I know was distressed that her stepsons like Insane Clown Posse and Slipknot. The boys enjoyed scaring her with the evil, edgy, crazy, angry music. Kid stuff, I told her. Let John Congleton cut you down...

So, How Goes the Good Fight?

In an effort to lessen the time it takes me to get out the door in the morning, I got a neat thing called a Blender Bottle. Typically, I eat cereal for breakfast, though I get little joy out of it since it is too early in the morning to even want to eat anything. The Blender Bottle is a plastic container with a flip lid. It comes with a metal spring-like doo-dad that is dropped in with your beverage. After putting the lid on, you shake it up and let the doo-dad do its work to blend the whatever. I have some protein powder drink mix called Spiru-tien. It's intended as a meal replacement when combined with milk. So, I'm going to do that. Upping my protein intake certainly can't hurt, and it will get me out the door faster since I can drink it in the car on my way to work.

I got it in my head that I need to read Neil Gaiman's Sandman series. I don't want to drop the insane amounts of cash to buy all the volumes, so I looked up the library online. They have all the volumes, but the first two are checked out and not due to be returned until the end of May. Drats.

::grumble, grumble, grumble:: It's too early in the morning to deal with the histrionics in this office. I'm in an eff it sort of mood. Some random person called this morning and said he had heard the company is shutting down, and then he said he heard we were selling equipment. I told him I had no idea what he was talking about, even if I do. As far as I know, though, we aren't selling any equipment yet. The shutting down of the company isn't even official. And to top it all off, I have to go to lunch with my co-workers today. I really, really, really don't want to go. Really.

Because I felt like doing nothing at all, I found music--some old, some new.

( musics: dan auerbach, jenny lewis, junior boys, lee ann womack, antony & the johnson, mew, bon iver )

( onigiri! )

Also, let Percy Sledge break your heart...

I haz birds! I put the feeder out yesterday evening, and when I came home for lunch today there were five very pretty little House Finches on it. They all were sporting a bit of red, so I can only assume they were all fellows.

So, I've noticed this odd pattern and I'm not sure what is causing it. I eat the same things each week. Monday night I have brown rice with veggies. Tuesday night I have veggie soup and salad. Wednesday night I have a couple slices of pizza and salad. I work out after I eat by either taking Ferguson out for a walk/jog or jogging on the treadmill. I've noticed that on the nights I eat pizza, I feel weak and wobbly after traveling about a mile and a half. I feel great starting out, and the first half of my walk/jog is the hardest because it is all uphill. However, at the halfway point, I start feeling exhausted and weak. This never happens on any other day. But it almost always happens on pizza night. So, is my body telling me that soup, salad, veggies, brown rice, and even tofu hot dogs are yummy and nutritious, but pizza sucks? I think I might have to modify my menu on Wednesday to something a bit better for me to prevent my body from crashing while I'm a mile and a half away from home. And the wind didn't improve my mood today. It's blowing steady at 30 MPH, but the gusts are up to 45 MPH. And in an arid climate like this, you just end up with a bunch of dust in your mouth when you go outside during evil!wind time. Sucks.

When I'm bored, I love to browse YouTube and find people who cover popular songs or write their own music. Olivia Thai is a favorite of mine. I love the tone of her voice, and she's so adorable. You can hear her singing her cover of Soulja Boy Tell'em's "Kiss Me Through the Phone" right here. Jason Chen appears in a couple of Olivia's videos and you can see him solo singing Coldplay's "Viva La Vida" over here. C-Note has been a busy boy, and I think he's making strides toward getting a record deal. Here is where he covers Lyfe Jennings's "Never Never Land". Ernie Halter is wonderful, too. You can hear him sing Justin Timberlake's "Cry Me a River" right here. And my most favorite of favorites: David Choi. He's notorious for covering hip-hop and R&B songs and turning into acoustic guitar songs. Like his cover of The Dream's "Shawty is a Ten" .

Dwight Yoakam will be performing at a casino just outside of Albuquerque at the end of the month. Payroll Girl and I flipped our fangirl lids over this and resolved to get tickets and go oogle him. The Jasons (her husband is named Jason also) do not have Dwight love, and we thought it best not to invite them. Alas, when we went online to the casino's website, the tickets were already sold out. Poo poo on that. The sexy will be so close, yet so far away.

Want to hear something awesome? The bit at the end about Catwoman is the best. Have I posted this before? I guess you can never have too much of a good thing.

( my name's batman, but you can call me bob. and when i see the boy wonder, i just say, 'yo rob.' i used to wear a big cape and do the leotard bit, but now I'm wearing all these fuck-all-you-motherfuckers hoodies 'cause i don't give a shit. )

We went to the annual Chihuahua Easter Parade yesterday. It's the yearly fundraiser for the Chihuahua rescue I adopted Ferguson from. No, I did not make my poor dog (who fancies himself a stud) wear a ridiculous Easter hat of any kind. He did have his blue sweater on, though. There were several vendors selling treats and/or passing out samples. There were dog trainers and scary pet cremation people there. And a fairly large silent auction of several fun things, including a very weird painting of Jesus with a pack of Chihuahuas* sitting around him. No, not kidding. Jason was so amused, he took a picture. Ferguson had great fun frolicking with the other Chihuahuas, but he looks so huge compared to the pure bred ones. They're all dainty and three pounds. Ferguson is a muscular eleven pounds. He was popular with the girls, though. Margaret (who fostered him for a year before I found him and adopted him) was there. She crawled around on the floor to say hello to Ferguson, but he ran away. It was just so odd because he loves women. I can only assume he remembers her and does not want to go back to the strict regime of her house where all the dogs sleep in crates at night and do not get chicken jerky or stinky bully sticks. Spoiled little brat.

Someone stop me from writing Watchmen fanfic. I really don't need to do this. Really. I'm just going to shoot myself in the foot.

*EDIT: holczar13 has informed me that the Chihuahua dude is Saint Francis of Assisi, not Jesus. Which made more sense once I Googled Saint Francis. Because we all know that I have shit knowledge of religion. Harry Potter spells? Know too many of them. Denizens of the Underdark? I could name a few. Lars von Trier movies in the order in which he filmed them? So easy. The difference between Jesus and Saint Francis? Clueless. Actually, I didn't know there was a Saint Francis. I just thought they named hospitals that. You church-goers are cringing right now. Sorry.

I'm still accepting requests for free hand-knitted hats by moi. You can ask for one by going to this entry. I'm doing them in the order I received the comments in, so the first three are going out tomorrow or Tuesday. fishchick, I've skipped down to do yours since I already have the yarn. I promise I will get hats out to the rest of you who asked, I just need to pick up the right color yarn from the craft store. They should all be mailed out in the next two weeks, though.

I watched a couple episodes of QI online, and I'm blaming keladry_lupin for it. I laughed so hard my side hurt. Now I'm downloading a full season via bit torrent.

When I was a teenager, I was in total love with Duncan Sheik. I hear he's doing well, though I've not followed his career for several years. Last night I was sorting through my CDs (which are currently in a disorganized state) and found his debut album. During the summers, my family always drove to Myrtle Beach for a week. Everyone in West Virgina drives to Myrtle Beach in South Carolina for a vacation before school resumes. It's a day's drive--leave at five o'clock in the morning and you can get there before dinner. One summer I listened to Duncan Sheik's debut album on repeat for the entire drive. The rest of the family was enjoying oldies on the radio; I had my CD walkman and some cheap headphones that broke on the way back. I was devastated. The album always reminds me of being some sort of pseudo-angsty teenager, riding in a completely uncool van with my parents and brothers on the way to one of the tackiest beaches ever. And being happy about it because I love the ocean and knew I could weasel my dad into buying me a cheesy souvenir from Eagles.



It also didn't hurt that I thought Duncan was the most gorgeous person on the face of the planet. I spent the drive staring longingly at his album cover, convinced that if we ever met he would fall madly in love with me. Teenage girls, man. They live in a world of their own.

P.S. - I watched Jude this evening. What a downer. Great movie, but not so much for the light and fluffy. I'm totally depressed now, even if I did get to see Christopher Eccleston's naked ass.

( it's practically community service (aka - ousting the current mayor) )

Cost Plus World Market is selling meyer lemon pancake mix. I love it, but I don't need to eat five pancakes every day. Really.

My dad keeps e-mailing me crime statistics for the state I live it. This drives me insane. I suspect it is his not-so-subtle hint that I should move back home.

After two full weeks of delicious produce from Los Poblanos farm, Jason is on board with continuing the weekly boxes of organic fruits and veggies. This week brought some chard and beets in the box. I've never used either of them before, but chard isn't terribly intimidating. I'm going to throw it in a ragout with some white beans and potatoes. The beets are another story. I don't know what to do with them, really. I found a recipe for beet chips that involves frying some sliced beets, but I'd really rather avoid the pot of oil if at all possible. Any ideas from those of you more familiar with beets? I also received apples, oranges, kiwis, potatoes, cherry tomatoes, several pounds of zucchini, and spring greens.

Jason's sister called me in a near panic attack, asking if I knew how to get rid of mice without killing them. Apparently, there are mice living in the backyard, and her cat is having a good time with them. I suggested a humane trap, though I don't know how effective they are. She wants to take them to a place where they will have a good home. I doubt the mouse will really care as long as there is plenty of food to eat. She also is searching for a way to prevent them from coming back. She swears no food items were left in the yard or on the porch. And she hates the smell of moth balls. Anyone know of a way to scare the mice away without harming them or offending her nose with stinky moth balls?

I think this is one of the cutest songs ever.

Oh, gosh... this is such a great song. You must listen to it simply because it's called "You're a Cad".



Jason flitted off to some hardcore punk show put together by a friend of his. They enticed some band I'm unfamiliar with into town for a show in someone's rehearsal space near the Fairgrounds. Jason asked if I wanted to come with, but I'm not a hardcore fan and I'm not in the mood to deal with the guys who will be attending. Plus, it's Saint Patrick's Day. Everyone is out using the excuse to drink themselves silly. Not in the mood to deal with those people either. He's promised to be home by 11:00, though I suspect the show won't wrap up until nearly midnight.

My dad's birthday is coming up. What in the shit am I going to get for him?