Step 2: buy the paint

May 29, 2009

Heather informed me that I had already picked my color and Will agreed.  So, since I trust them I only took 4 more days thinking about possible paint before giving in to my trust that Will and Heather were right.

Today I bought the paint for the bathroom.  Walked down to Scout, handed over my chip and got my semi-gloss Exotic Honey in Mythic Paint.

Now I just need to take everything out of the bathroom.  Cover and tape what’s left.  Wash the walls.  Prime the walls and then paint the walls.

It took me 6 months to pick a color.

How long do you think it’s going to take me to paint?



oh come ON!

May 28, 2009

I will admit that I’m most likely going to go see GI Joe if Clara tells me it’s interesting.  (You’ve got to love having a trust-worthy movie taste-tester.)  And we all know how I feel about Star Trek.  But I’m getting freaked out by the sheer volume of remakes that are going on.  They are rebooting Lara Croft and remaking Nightmare on Elm Street.

For the love of God WHY???  Where did all the screenwriters go?

Part of me understand the need to have a sense of bank-ability.  The movie industry is insanely expensive these days.  It just costs too much money to make a mainstream film that is completely fresh.  What if there are people who don’t like it?  Heaven for-fend.

Now, I don’t really mind a lot of these remakes.  And reboots are great.  I thought Batman turned out well, I’m thrilled to have Star Trek back, and I’m not sure I’m ready to live in a world without some version of James Bond.

I think my issue REALLY started during a conversation with Clara.  I had just watched Transformers (finally) and watched a trailer for GI Joe online.  I think I was the one that made a joke about every TV show being made into a movie.




But low and behold.  Smurfs the Movie… John Lithgow is rumored to be involved.

It seemed like every show I looked up … someone was planning on remaking it.

Although I am kind of excited that someone is rebooting Matt Helm.  As much as I enjoyed Dino’s interpretation, I think a new look at that character could be good.

I do not think I need to see CHiPs the movie OR Good Times.  There’s a time and a place for everything and some of those times and places are far in the past.  Really – do we need a He-Man movie at this point in our lives?  Is this what’s been missing all this time?

I can’t deal with this anymore.


Couch Season Continues

May 27, 2009

I chatted with some very nice garbage men today.  They were throwing mattresses into the back of a garbage truck as the dumpster on the corner was taken away to be emptied.  The guys told me that it would be returned for at least another week.

Heather keeps telling me horror stories about people just leaving stuff all over the place.  Someone left a SOFA on the lawn in front of our apartment building.  He got it down from the third floor and then instead of taking it to the dumpster across the street, he just LEFT it in front of our building.

Gee, thanks!  Just what we always wanted.

The garbage men told me that they see it a lot.  Working TVs and DVD players, beds, furniture, anything and everything just laying around for someone else to clean up.

Personal responsibility… is it gone for good?  Will it ever come back?

In the mean time…  I’m still reading my romance novels trying to forget about pedophiles.


keep calm and carry onSo… yeah – the economy is different now.  And not necessarily in a bad way.

I’m kind of sick of the doom and gloom.  It’s tiring.  And pointless.  So let’s move beyond the bad news and get on with life.  No more living above our means.  Time to rethink our means all together.  What’s important?  Having a bigger TV than the neighbors?  That’s kind of dumb, isn’t it?

What do you need to really enjoy your life?  More than anything you need a good attitude.  After that?  Well for me… money doesn’t buy the really important stuff.  A good night sleep – nothing beats that.

It doesn’t cost much to take a hot bath.

Libraries have books and movies.

Barter is back – and that’s way cool.

Money is nice and you can do a lot with it but really the cheap credit has been biting us in the ass for years, if not decades.  The stock market was always a gamble and if you keep your chips on the table long enough the house will win them back.  And didn’t Trump teach us all that you might not always come out ahead in the real estate market?

So it’s time to rethink money and it’s meaning in your life.

Find your bliss.  And if you get your bliss by purchasing things… it’s time to take a long hard look at your bliss and what’s going on with you.

But that’s just my opinion.

With that…  I’m going to go trade paperbacks.


Dear God WHY?

May 25, 2009

So I was up having dinner with Heather and Will last night.  And after dinner we watched the MSNBC marathon of “To Catch a Predator” where an internet watchdog group created a sting to catch men who wanted to have sex with a 13 year old.

First, I would recommend dinner at Heather’s to anyone who has the opportunity.  She is a wonderful cook and her flan is the best I’ve ever had.  Second… my faith in people is hugely shaken by watching this show.  Third – EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

Why would ANYONE want to have sex with a 13 year old?  That’s just gross.  I was watching Stephen Fry in America (thank you Clara) and in the episode where Stephen is in Montana he talks with Ted Turner and Ted says “I’ve never understood the appeal of virgins” (you have to watch the show but the line makes PERFECT sense in context).  And I must say, I agree.  So watching these guys trying to get it on with someone they thought was a 13 year old virgin is just CREEPY!!!

But the other IGH factor comes from a class I took in college.  Risk and Reward with McCoun for my Public Policy minor where we looked into the politics and psychological aspects of the risk versus reward equations we deal with every day.  Are the rewards of having sex with a 13 year old virgin REALLY worth the risk?  Ask Dr. Maurice Wolin…. my bet is that now that he’s been caught and is being prosecuted he thinks the risks are bigger than the rewards.  The chance of having sex with an under aged girl versus going to jail and being put on the sexual predators’ list forever.  Let’s think….. ummmm….. NO!

But that’s just me.  And right now, I’m really freaked out by men.  I’m going to go read a romance novel and try to forget about this.


bread and butter

I baked bread today.  YUM!  Julia Child’s recipe.  Trust in Julia.  That woman is a goddess and I think I might actually need to build her a shrine.

I bake bread fairly regularly.  I like bread and I love the way it makes the apartment smell.  Plus – I have a Kitchen-aid (my beloved Richey)  so I don’t have to kneed it by hand if I don’t want to… which I usually don’t.

This recipe called for softened butter.  Knead the dough and then add softened butter and knead some more.  I am in love with this idea.  I used the really good butter.  This bread is a work of GENIUS!  The genius of Julia Child.

Tomorrow there will be toast and jam.

Life is good.


Yup.  It’s couch season here in Berkeley.  As the students flee the city they leave behind a wake of discarded futons, IKEA shelves and other assorted flotsam and jetsam.  In recent years the City of Berkeley has brilliantly (and I am actually not being ironic or sardonic or malicious in saying that) placed dumpsters in areas with high student populations so that at least some of the wreckage gets hauled away quickly instead of mouldering on the sidewalk for weeks or even months.

It’s kind of fascinating, watching the dumpsters fill up, get emptied, and then fill up again.  Watching what people just throw away.

Then again – I’m kind of in awe of how most people live… furniture wise at least.  I know it takes all kinds… and I try not to judge because I have no desire for anyone to judge me… but I can’t image living with a home full of nothing but temporary furniture.

John Waters says in “A Filthy World” that you shouldn’t have sex with anyone who doesn’t have books in their house.  My mother has serious qualms about the psychological state of anyone who doesn’t have books, art and plants in their home.  I think they might both have points.  Ally and I also worry about people who don’t have music but you can keep all that on a computer these days so … how can you tell right off the bat?

Anyway – I think my mother and my father had a hand in my solid furniture thing.  Mom with the love of heavy antiques and Dad with the building of furniture (most of which I know possess… how cool is that?)…  anyway I have a thing for real furniture.  This is not to say I don’t have things from IKEA in my home.  They just aren’t the main pieces.  Most of my furniture is bloody HEAVY and if I ever move from my beloved home I will take every single stick of it with me.

So this whole season of disposable furniture kind of freaks me out.  Am I the only one attached to their home and the contents there of?  And if so… what is it like to live in a disposable apartment?  Is it really home?  Or is it really just stuff?

I don’t think this will ever make sense to me.

I’m going to go stare at my cubes…

Dad's Cubes