Archive for March, 2006

Spring time is coming to South Street…

March 28, 2006

Photo_032806_001.jpg…the gates are out! The gates are out! That means chairs and tables are coming soon!! (Hey – we all have our own version of Spring!!!)


Bottle Buttons?

March 27, 2006

Hmm….bottle buttons. That's just weird, though kinda cool. I can only imagine it would not be cheap though.


March 27, 2006

Hmmm.  I think Phillip Seymore whatever his name won an Oscar for this movie.  I liked it, though it felt a bit long.  I still love him in State and Main WAY more. But, I'm in love with that movie, so that's a whole different story.  I'm still a bit confused as to his feelings for that guy.  Love him, but love the book more is what I got from it.  Either way – I recommend the movie for a more somber evening.

 The highlight of the movie was getting to meet my blog-idol BlankBaby. He was taller than I expected, but amusing.  Just as predicted.

Work has been…well…

March 27, 2006

Since I'm trying not to bitch about work so much – lets just say that this cartoon summed up the relationship between my boss and I right now. 


I So Hope the Ambulance Driver isn’t Colorblind…

March 21, 2006

Photo_032106_001.jpg…cause that would suck. Seriously – this is someone's house numbers?

La Primavera è nell’aria…

March 20, 2006

Daffodils In The Sun1:26 PM EST.  That’s when it becomes spring.    I miss the daffodils and the smell of freshly cut grass.  I really miss Seattle right now.  I miss making plans to head up to Mt. Vernon and check out the Tulip Festival (before all the out of towners show up!).

Don’t get me wrong. Philly is beautiful in it’s own way.  I’m sure when I finally do move away, I will miss it here too.  But, I will never be homesick for Philly like I am for Seattle.  I even get thoughts in my head that border on wanting to move back to Seattle and never live anywhere else.  But, I know that my lack of ability to tie myself down would affect that eventually.

Yesterday, on my way to work, I hear a BUNCH of birds chirping. It was beautiful.  I saw trees with the little buds of leaves, leaving the dark starkness of winter behind.  It’s funny that I don’t love a particular season so much as I love every new one…

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.
George Santayana, 1863 – 1921

Le Bolle nella Strada…

March 20, 2006

bubble.jpgI was walking over to Starbucks today to grab a crossword puzzle (I suck at them, but love them immensely) and I saw a bubble floating down the street. I thought it was a little odd, and perhaps it was in my head.

So, as I cross the street, I see another one, wistfully floating down the street.

I need to know where they are coming from! I went up the street a bit (from where they were coming) and I saw another one.

What made this weird, was that it seemed NO ONE ELSE could see them. I’m just following bubbles.

I saw a total of 6, and though I travelled 2 blocks (it was cold or I would have looked around more) – but never found the source. So, if anyone knows where the bubbles were coming from around 8PM tonight near 5th and Bainbridge, feel free to let me know.

The BEST lines from a song. Ever.

March 15, 2006

“Given that true intellectual and emotional compatibility are at the very least difficult, if not impossible to come by, we could always opt for the more temperal gratification of sheer physical attraction. That wouldn’t make you a shallow person. Would it?”

and from the same song:

“Look, I understand too little, too late.  I realize there are things you say and do you can never take back.  But what would you be if you didn’t even try?  You have to try.  So after a lot of thought, I’d like to reconsider. Please. If it’s not to late.  Make it a…cheese burger”

I dislike waking up angry

March 15, 2006

TB_roulette.jpgI had an odd dream last night. I was at a beach, which had cabanas on the beach, but it was like a Jersey Shore Beach.  There was all this activity going on (some weird competitions with jumping rope and stuff), and I was there was with my ex (the only one I dislike).  I fell asleep in one of the cabanas and when I woke up, everyone was gone like it was the end of the day and he left me there. So I’m annoyed. Then farther down the beach, there were all these rooms, that were like hotel rooms, but just walls, and on the beach, and open to everything (we could walk into other’s rooms).  There were tons of them, and all attached, and there’s no doors.

So here I am randomly walking through all these rooms, and taking stuff, cause these people are all checked out for the most part.  I disguise that I’m going through and trying to steal stuff of value by telling people that my book I just bought to read to kids when I volunteer was stolen, and I’m trying to find myself another one.  This is weird, because I did just buy a book yesterday to read to kids that I volunteer with!  I find about 20 in casino dollar coins that were from Circus Circus and stash them into my pocket.

As I’m going through these rooms, I run into my friend from work, Michael, doing the same thing.  He and I start raiding simple things like the box of chocolates that’s left by the maids.  From there we run into Theresa from work, and she wants to go to the casino.

So, next thing I know, we’re at a casino, and we’re all broke. I have the casino dollars weighing down my pockets of my hoodie – so I’m off and searching for the roulette table, since it’s one of the few games I understand.  I can’t find one, so I finally ask if Roulette is not allowed in California (apparently – that’s where I am?), and people shush me as if saying the word roulette will get me killed.

I walk up to my friend Theresa, and she’s at this game, that looks like it should be the bar in the room. I have no idea how to play, and I watch her drop down her last $10 and say “Number 11 on the left.”  I have no idea what this means.  The guys then look up to a TV monitor, and all these numbers pop up on different games which look  like the lottery numbers on the TV.  11 is in each list of numbers.  Theresa is jumping up and down and screaming.  The guy at the game tells me “Your friend just won 5 grand” and all I can think of is what bills I can pay off with that money.  Theresa is jumping around, and away from me, I’m sitting at the bar looking distraught – for some reason just seriously pissed off at Theresa when I should be happy for her.

This is when the bartender looks at me and says “Sometimes life just sucks.”

This is when I woke up.  Angry, and for no reason thinking that life just sucks.   And you KNOW this means something other than the obvious.

This made me ill…

March 14, 2006

I got this in an email entitled “A Flyers’ Fan’s worst nightmare”

A Flyers' Fan's Worst Nightmare