The True Love Cafe has a blog now, even though they don't have a cafe anymore, to keep in touch with all of us die hard groupies. They have a question out about other cool Sacramento coffee places. I still miss the True Love pretty badly but Infusion on 17th and K sounds neat to try out and I love the Java Lounge on 2416 16th Street though hardly ever get over there now.

As some of you may know, this crazy person is my ex-boyfriend. Obviously now that he's semi-famous he is beyond fascinating to me and my friends. It's very weird to see someone you knew pretty well get all of this fame and fortune. So, ever since I found out that his book was sold to be a movie I've wanted to know who would play him. Who would play your ex-boyfriends in the movie of your life? But it's not the movie of my life, it's the movie of his life and he will be played by Jake Gyllenhaal. Crazy, huh? This is especially weird to me since of all the actors in Hollywood Jake Gyllenhall is hands down my current favorite studliest hunk, except for maybe that guy from Bridget Jones's Diary (not Hugh Grant). Let's just say: not who I would've picked.

A list of this minute:

Pink Lady apples are my favorites, but I would like to try the Honeycrisp everyone's raving about.

I stabbed myself under my tongue with my ring finger while flossing and there's still a bump two days later.

Never refer to yourself in the third person on a conference call, actually ever.

Don't you think I need pink tennis shoes?

It's nice to hear the rain at night and feel snug in your own little ark, especially if there are two kitties purring in it.

Current favorite song: Clam, Crab, Cockle, Cowrie by Joanna Newsom

My shower is really clean. I would even confidently let my Grandma shower in it.

I kept thinking about how funny this was all last night so I figured I'd better put a link up, Mainly to protect my friends from a bunch of "it was so funny, you should've read it" type comments: One woman's account of a Billy Corgan poetry reading.

via Bookslut

Do you know your President?


"Bush supporters have numerous misperceptions about Bush’s international policy positions.
Majorities incorrectly assumed that Bush supports multilateral approaches to various international issues—the Comprehensive Test Ban Treaty (69%), the treaty banning land mines (72%); 51% incorrectly assumed he favors US participation in the Kyoto treaty--the principal international accord on global warming. After he denounced the International Criminal Court in the debates, the perception that he opposed it increased from 24% to 38% among Bush supporters, but a majority of supporters (53%) continued to believe that he favors it. Only 13% of supporters are aware that he opposes labor and environmental standards in trade agreements – 74% incorrectly believe that he favors including labor and environmental standards in agreements on trade.

In all these cases, there is a recurring theme: majorities of Bush supporters favor these positions, and they infer that Bush favors them as well. For example, in PIPA’s September 8 – 12 poll 54% of Bush supporters favored participation in Kyoto, 66% favored participation in the land mines treaty, and 68% favored a treaty prohibiting testing nuclear weapons (CTBT). Apparently in the absence of evidence to the contrary, Bush supporters assume Bush feels as they do."

From the PIPA Report 10/21/2004

via BBC Blogging the US Election

Peter Gabriel Quiz update: My friend Charr also took the Peter Gabriel quiz and also turned out to be In Your Eyes. I went back to the quiz site and tried to put in a bunch of random answers to see what the other songs would be. Turns out I got In Your Eyes as the answer every time except for two when I got Slegehammer (which I don't even think Peter Gabriel sang). I am starting to wonder about the accuracy of this quiz. . .

Yay!!! Now we will have two things to celebrate next week! A new President who is not borderline-retarded and the season premiere of The OC!

What I think makes perfect sense is that whenever I become unfocused, start spending too much time on things that don't matter to me, stop living my own life in my own space on my own terms, the main thing that helps me to feel like myself again is cleaning my house and feeding myself homemade food.

What I think is weird is that my cat always knows when this is happenning before I do and tries to tell me.

What I think is fucked up is that she likes to tell me by going to the bathroom in hierarchically designated non-litter box areas. The pinnacle of these areas is my bed, specifically my down comforter, to be superceded only in extreme cases by the pillow, or when the case is dire indeed directly on me when I am in bed.

The surprise issue of Knitty is out and I love the Booby Scarf (I typed "Booby Scarfy" the first time, hee!) the most! I love the round fluffy breasts but the optional nipple might be a little too suggestive for my personal taste.

p.s. the surprise issue is also a breast cancer awareness issue! These people are obsessed with breasts for health reasons as well as aesthetic ones. Have you checked yourself lately?

I saw the American version of Shall We Dance yesterday and it was really fun! I excitedly pondered taking ballroom dancing lessons for about a minute until I realized they would definitely require me to wear high heels. Anyway, I was very distracted by this beautiful honest sort of unadorned song that they played during one of the climactic scenes and I found out it is a Peter Gabriel song called Book of Love. I had a lot of trouble figuring out if this is his song or a cover or what the deal is, but in my googgling efforts I did find this delightful quiz:

If you were a Peter Gabriel song you would be :

Love indeed. You very much the Charismatic person. You try very hard to honor those you love. Romantic. Just don't strangle them! Be a lover, not a hostage taker. That's only because of your deep passion for life and people,which no one can blame you for.

What
Peter Gabriel Song are you?

Now I never post quizzes, actually I rarely take quizzes, but I thought this one was oddly relevant because of how I found it. I also like my result, because I think In Your Eyes, and now Book of Love are the only two Peter Gabriel songs I know. If you are going to define yourself by something random, it may as well be by a list of songs most of which you don't know.

OK, it's a whole new world. I was clinging to my old template that had all of the code for my comments feature, and for all of my webrings (well maybe I was only on one webring, but still)! It's all gone now and so is my simple awesome old template. Apparently now I am not allowed to have a link to a single Archive page. I used to have a simple and classic "Archive" button that would lead to a separate page with all of my archived entries. Now I have to have a link to each of my archived pages on the main page. I use weekly archives so that's about 52 archive links per year for two years and counting, seems a bit excessive. And I guess we're not using tables any more because my sidebar is shoved down to the bottom of the posts since I put up a photo that's too big! I'm sure everyone else is already over these changes and has found the happiness and bliss that come with the new and improved.

Pop Quiz:

What kind of idiot decides to tinker around with the color scheme on her blog and then unintentionally deletes everything after the very first table tags. What kind of idiot would then decide the preview feature had a glitch and SAVE the template of her newly gutted weblog thereby losing every modification she had ever made. Hi, my name is Karin, nice to meet you.

It's actually storming outside right now and our office airconditioning was stuck on. In related news this is the first day I am wearing close toed shoes since about March. I feel like I have giant clunky boats on my feet. Between the shoes and wearing my outside coat inside, I feel like I'm walking like Frankenstein with all of my arms and legs stuck straight out.

In unrelated news I will be installing twinkle lights in my house. If you think that's tacky you should see what I've already done. Mortifying the white carpet world one piece of glitter at a time.

Fall is here. I spent all drizzly day Sunday making cookies and watching movies. And this morning when I came in to work with a tupperware of homemade soup for my boss, she had brought one for me too. And Tashia brought me french fries from McDonald's, this is the best lunch day ever!

Introducing my friend Allyn's new blog Lacubrious Tempo. After ages of questioning the point of blogging he's finally come over to the dark side. I for one am very excited for the day he starts putting mp3s and gig dates up.

p.s. he loves it when you correct his grammar and spelling

Taking Risks

Tonight I am going to do something illegal. My friend Charr is a kickass photographer and I've posed for her before a couple of times, nude. Tonight we're taking it to the streets and I will be photographed nude in public. Maybe this is stupid but I'm very excited and I have this crazy vibratey feeling that I only get when taking risks that I'm not sure I'm up to. Examples of situations that have given me this feeling:

1. Getting up on the blocks to start a race when I was on swim team.

2. The time me and Kim won a bunch of money in a bar contest.

I am so torn! I really need to see both Mean Girls and Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen, but I hate Lindsay Lohan! She looks like she's 50. And instead of soliciting compassion, this makes me hate her. She simply cannot star in anymore quality teenaged cinema.

Here's another installment in the long neglected "kitty porn" series.

In other news someone just called and told me he wants to move in and will give me the money next week. He's a really nice kid, but things happen. Should I believe this and stop looking?

Apparently my friend Tashia had a dream and got to talk to my cat Sabine about why she is so crazy. I have really thought about taking Sabine to see either a pet psychic or pet shrink because she has some severe behavioral issues. But of course finances never seem to provide a lot of money for pet therapy so we just muddle through. I buy a lot of Nature's Miracle and warn everyone that she bites. According to Tashia, when Sabine talks her voice sounds like Katherine Hepburn and Sabine explained that she had a very rough childhood that she could not get over. This is what I have always expected to be the case since Sabine was quarantined until I adopted her when she was 10 months old. I don't think she ever got enough love to get used to getting it although you'd think that 9 years with me would trump a few months as a baby. I am so jealous of this dream, I wish I could have talked to Sabine about everything.

This is what makes me the most crazy about President Bush: the Tardfactor (trademark The Talent Show I think). I'm so glad someone has come up with a term for it so I can hate it more concisely. It's the stupid eyebrow raising, "down home" talking, stupid way he acts that apparently makes a bunch of voters believe him when he says he is keeping America safe from terrorists. The Tardfactor makes him say "you can run but you can't hide" regarding nearly every campaign issue, although this clearly does not apply to Osama Bin Laden. And can you believe he yelled at Peter Jennings on Friday?

Isn't this little minisweater so pretty! I know I've pledged to make so many things so I won't even say it this time. I'm just saying I really like it and it's small, so whatever.

This could be the most awesome thing I've ever seen/heard of. Shannon Holman makes poems for Dutch Boy paint colors (link via apartment therapy). Apparently Dutch Boy doesn't name their colors so she makes them up and in making them up a poem comes. I have always wanted the job of making up the names for the colors, but I didn't realize I could appoint myself. Likewise I tend to use the names the colors come with (I guess I'm too cheap for Dutch Boy) to help me decide on my paint. When I was painting my bedroom and the choice was between "Purple Passion" and "Mom's Lipstick" I knew what to choose.


Great moments in paint name history:

1. I made my ex-boyfriend pick up the paint from the counter when they were screaming out "Racy Red" in front of everybody.

2. When I decided I should seriously start dating again I picked out a color called "It's a Boy" for the bathroom. It worked like a charm.

Don't you wish this were your day?

Have I mentioned that I wish my days included so much more wine, soup, and Fall? In other news a friend at work just told me in an offhand way that she has a rototiller that I can borrow. FOR FREE!!!

Getting older is so weird. Now if my date doesn't call for a few days I don't wonder if he still likes me. I actually wonder if he could have died since the last time I talked to him. I don't know if that's good or bad?

I know it's only fair that we should have to wait for Autumn since we get Spring and Summer weather so much more quickly than anywhere else in the country. But I can't stand it any more! I'm broke! I have no money at all and I want to stay home by the fire with a glass of wine and make soup and read all day until financial conditions improve. Now I don't think that's too much to ask in October for chrissakes, but it seems a bit ridiculous when the weather is 80F out. I even have knitting waiting for me, in a damned basket. I'm sorry, I am a seasonal knitter and I feel silly knitting out of a basket with a blanket in my lap when it is 80 degrees out. This issue is really bringing out my blasphemous side.

p.s. If you would like to pay me $400 per month to live in my house in Roseville, CA I am actually a lovely person and would love to hear from you at msglitter@comcast.net

p.p.s. I will now go to step class and ride my instructor's pony

The Talent Show got a copy of the notes Mr. Bush was writing during the debate. Check em out

thanks for the link Brian!

Awesome things my step instructor says on a regular basis:

1. "Here's pattern two for your beautiful pleasure."

2. "Now ride my pony."

3. "Shift the taillights back."