"This is the song I wrote to get straight girls to make out with me" - Ty introducing Hey Rose

Fangirl start

We saw Girlyman at the Iron Horse last night, and it was an awesome, awesome show. The kind where you go home grinning and full of energy and just pretty much happy that you exist and they exist and you got to see them on stage. It was their first show headliningafter they got off tour opening for Dar, and their appreciation of an audience that was there to see Just Them was palpable, and there was a lot of banter, and they took requests, and mimed things, and sang Rock Me Amadeus (Nate apparently either knows German or can memorize languages he doesn't understand) with a funny accent, and they sang a new song that Ty and Nate wrote which was awesome and nate babbled about icelandic fish-preparation. Our waiter recognized us (which was almost as gratifying as the waitress at Stables who greets us every time we come in and asks us how we're doing) and we're probably going to go back next Thursday for the Winterpills (and I can never remember that dude's name, but he used to work at a CD store in Keene when I was in high school, and at pleasant street video, and I saw him with the Maggies a couple times) and then it looks like there will be a dry spell, but it's been glorious to wallow in all this live music, and Light and I are tempted to quit our jobs and just follow this band around for a while and/or the rest of our natural lives (this lifeplan will be postponed for at least a little while, since the only upcoming shows on their website were Brooklyn tonight and sold out shows at Club Passim on Sunday).

Fangirl end.


We're having Algonquin and Tulip over for dinner Sunday night, and for whatever reason, I'm completely incapable of deciding what to feed them, since I'm trying to work around the dietary restrictions they bring with them (milk and gluten) and the dietary restrictions we bring with us (no meat). There's a recipe I'll probably end up making for something called mexican vegetables and cornbread (the nomenclature apparently derives from either the chili powder or the fact that 'vegetables and cornbread' sounds dull) and then to find some non-creamy tomato or roastedredpepper based soup. I was tempted by just making three soups, but that doesn't seem filling enough, and I can't really imagine eating one soup after another. I'm apparently ambitious this upcoming week, intending to make the oft-repeated but still loved blackbean and sweetpotato burritos, chickpea soup, balsamic garlic eggdrop soup and the fake pad thai. I'm pleased by this, I hope it'll tear me away a little bit from my burgeoning Puzzle Pirates problem.

Light reinstalled PP on his computer for me last Sunday when I was weepy and miserable and it worked like a pacifier on a fussy baby. I suspect anything (other than light) that gives me comfort or takes me out of myself, as a rule, which isn't the healthiest attitude I'm sure, but so far I far prefer to be playing silly puzzle games than do dishes, or sweeping, or reading, or TV, or laundry, or going for a walk. And it's a sort of absorption that was what made me so uncomfortable with WoW, Light would just sort of vanish into the game, and still be on the other end of the couch, but not really be there, and I've got that same outlet for myself, and I know that the things that bug me don't always bug Light, but I feel there should be some sort of equality, what I give up should match what he gives up, even if the comparisons are pretty tenuous. But the game also reminds me of miserable days, two Christmases ago, carless, afraid of leaving the house, broke, drunk and alone, back when not-being with Light had gotten pretty much unbearable, but six months before we moved in together, and I'm not sure how that memory's affecting me but it feels like I'm giving it power by remembering it at all.

Stop'n'Shop was out of Mary Twining Spiced Tea, so I tried Lady Grey(an earl grey with orange and lemon peel, apparently) because I'm a sucker for the names, and because celestial seasonings has a lost a lot of its charm, as I slowly become something of a teasnob. Which isn't to say that I don't appreciate the convenience of cheap teabags, or their holiday flavors, but really I just want to buy a roomful of Harney's holiday tea and sleep in it.

Light wants to send my friends presents when they email me, because of how happy it makes me. I find this nearly unbearably adorable. And I might be seeing Tulip tonight pre-game instead of addressing envelopes and freaking out, which is pretty awesome, and then I'll spend the rest of the night watching a weeksworth of old Gilmore Girl episodes that the tivo's been saving for me, and playing PP, and pointedly not doing the dishes or the laundry (though maybe addressing envelopes and/or freaking out may be included). And then this weekend should contain a matinee of some sort, pancakes, grocery-shopping, tree-acquisition (I've explicitly requested we find a stumpy one this year - I think they're more fun), the purchase of some viciously controlling nylons for his sister's wedding (and some practice walking in the heels), dinner guests (I get to show off my new plates) and an extra day off to take Light shopping for business casual clothes. It's not exactly the holiday spirit yet, but I think I'm getting closer.

I have three sorts of holiday cards, two kinds with cats and one from MOCA, and then some leftovers from seasons past. I'll probably use some elaborate methodology known only to me to determine who gets what, but if you have a particular aversion to or affinity for one or the other, let me know and I'll take it under consideration.

"This is the song I wrote to get straight girls to make out with me" - Ty introducing Hey Rose

Fangirl start

We saw Girlyman at the Iron Horse last night, and it was an awesome, awesome show. The kind where you go home grinning and full of energy and just pretty much happy that you exist and they exist and you got to see them on stage. It was their first show headliningafter they got off tour opening for Dar, and their appreciation of an audience that was there to see Just Them was palpable, and there was a lot of banter, and they took requests, and mimed things, and sang Rock Me Amadeus (Nate apparently either knows German or can memorize languages he doesn't understand) with a funny accent, and they sang a new song that Ty and Nate wrote which was awesome and nate babbled about icelandic fish-preparation. Our waiter recognized us (which was almost as gratifying as the waitress at Stables who greets us every time we come in and asks us how we're doing) and we're probably going to go back next Thursday for the Winterpills (and I can never remember that dude's name, but he used to work at a CD store in Keene when I was in high school, and at pleasant street video, and I saw him with the Maggies a couple times) and then it looks like there will be a dry spell, but it's been glorious to wallow in all this live music, and Light and I are tempted to quit our jobs and just follow this band around for a while and/or the rest of our natural lives (this lifeplan will be postponed for at least a little while, since the only upcoming shows on their website were Brooklyn tonight and sold out shows at Club Passim on Sunday).

Fangirl end.


We're having Algonquin and Tulip over for dinner Sunday night, and for whatever reason, I'm completely incapable of deciding what to feed them, since I'm trying to work around the dietary restrictions they bring with them (milk and gluten) and the dietary restrictions we bring with us (no meat). There's a recipe I'll probably end up making for something called mexican vegetables and cornbread (the nomenclature apparently derives from either the chili powder or the fact that 'vegetables and cornbread' sounds dull) and then to find some non-creamy tomato or roastedredpepper based soup. I was tempted by just making three soups, but that doesn't seem filling enough, and I can't really imagine eating one soup after another. I'm apparently ambitious this upcoming week, intending to make the oft-repeated but still loved blackbean and sweetpotato burritos, chickpea soup, balsamic garlic eggdrop soup and the fake pad thai. I'm pleased by this, I hope it'll tear me away a little bit from my burgeoning Puzzle Pirates problem.

Light reinstalled PP on his computer for me last Sunday when I was weepy and miserable and it worked like a pacifier on a fussy baby. I suspect anything (other than light) that gives me comfort or takes me out of myself, as a rule, which isn't the healthiest attitude I'm sure, but so far I far prefer to be playing silly puzzle games than do dishes, or sweeping, or reading, or TV, or laundry, or going for a walk. And it's a sort of absorption that was what made me so uncomfortable with WoW, Light would just sort of vanish into the game, and still be on the other end of the couch, but not really be there, and I've got that same outlet for myself, and I know that the things that bug me don't always bug Light, but I feel there should be some sort of equality, what I give up should match what he gives up, even if the comparisons are pretty tenuous. But the game also reminds me of miserable days, two Christmases ago, carless, afraid of leaving the house, broke, drunk and alone, back when not-being with Light had gotten pretty much unbearable, but six months before we moved in together, and I'm not sure how that memory's affecting me but it feels like I'm giving it power by remembering it at all.

Stop'n'Shop was out of Mary Twining Spiced Tea, so I tried Lady Grey(an earl grey with orange and lemon peel, apparently) because I'm a sucker for the names, and because celestial seasonings has a lost a lot of its charm, as I slowly become something of a teasnob. Which isn't to say that I don't appreciate the convenience of cheap teabags, or their holiday flavors, but really I just want to buy a roomful of Harney's holiday tea and sleep in it.

Light wants to send my friends presents when they email me, because of how happy it makes me. I find this nearly unbearably adorable. And I might be seeing Tulip tonight pre-game instead of addressing envelopes and freaking out, which is pretty awesome, and then I'll spend the rest of the night watching a weeksworth of old Gilmore Girl episodes that the tivo's been saving for me, and playing PP, and pointedly not doing the dishes or the laundry (though maybe addressing envelopes and/or freaking out may be included). And then this weekend should contain a matinee of some sort, pancakes, grocery-shopping, tree-acquisition (I've explicitly requested we find a stumpy one this year - I think they're more fun), the purchase of some viciously controlling nylons for his sister's wedding (and some practice walking in the heels), dinner guests (I get to show off my new plates) and an extra day off to take Light shopping for business casual clothes. It's not exactly the holiday spirit yet, but I think I'm getting closer.

I have three sorts of holiday cards, two kinds with cats and one from MOCA, and then some leftovers from seasons past. I'll probably use some elaborate methodology known only to me to determine who gets what, but if you have a particular aversion to or affinity for one or the other, let me know and I'll take it under consideration.