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finefoxyladies) wrote2007-09-25 11:13 am
finefoxyladies) wrote2007-09-25 11:13 am
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Better Homes and Gardens: suck it on toast
Did y'all watch Weeds last night? Holy...
Anyway, let's talk about how awesome Showtime is later (I also enjoy Californication quite a lot, even though The Girl From The Nanny is a total lame-ass cliche of The Deeply Troubled, Brilliant, Yet Highly Sexually Evolved Teenager so prevalent in man-wanky programming...she says...humorlessly...like a feminist prig...), as well as talking about This One Episode of Judging Amy Where Sad Things Happen.
Let's take a journey away from the TV...to my room!
Here is my Awesome Vinyl Feature. Let us visit each record one by one:
This was my first acquisition, thanks to a gift from my good friend Aim. It is the soundtrack to Tuff Turf. Oh, Tuff Turf. Oh, Spader.
She found it at a thrift shop, of all places. Who would give this treasure away?
These next two are courtesy of The Kates, who bought these for me during an excursion to Lincoln Square's Cool Indie Rock CD/DVD Store Wherein They Judge You:
Oh, what a feelin'. When we're saying you, saying me. Also saying hello.
Dude, check out that jacket! Is that pimpin' or what (before Labor Day)?
That spot of light in Glen Campbell's Galveston? Pure energy. Pure awesome energy.
Here is the awesome shelf I bought at CB2 a year ago. That I never hung up at our old apartment. Because...I'm lazy. Anyway, isn't it great? If you squint, you can see several pictures of people I know and love. Also barely visible is the Standard Issue Midwestern Denim Family Portrait! Bet you're sorry you can't see it!
My Lit Pretentions: The Live Show! Please check out the Keats poster I got at the Keats House in Rome. Near the Spanish Steps. Yeah, I'm pretty worldly.
*prays that people don't zoom in on bookshelf to discover hidden pocket of Sweet Valley High books and Dave Barry volumes.*
My makeshift bookends, made of books, and some select volumes, including Mike Perry living right next to Tim Gunn and--even though Katherine claims it's not douchey--my douchey self-love homage, the book that has my essay in it.
My closet area with a sampling of my DVDs. That giant sack of dirty laundry? An improvement. Ask Kate.
The A-Futurama of my TV on DVD topped by my thoroughly awesome $15 ACL red cowboy hat that absolutely no one is embarrassed by. Well, at least I'm not embarrased when I wear it and save myself scalp burn.
THE BURT PURSE!!!
Blurry (because of the camera's tears...or the operator's inability to use a camera...or both) photo of my mom's urn surrounded by grocery store saint candles, the yarny pocket cross I bought last year at our friendly neighborhood Catholic church Xmas bazaar, a postcard my mom sent me, and a gato Duse bought me in Mexico.
To dust off an old favorite interjection of mine, GIGGABAH!!!
After I took this picture and viewed it on the preview screen, I burst out laughing, then showed The Kates. ManKate, who prefers shock humor to understatement, made me laugh even harder with his deadpan, "Wow. There's a lot going on there."
My comment: "I'm going to post this and write, 'Where's Waldo?'"
Kate (understatement is her bag, baby): "Uh, yeah, we didn't get to that, did we?"
Our fridge that is awesome. We had to cut back on our magnets because the gleaming hotness of the fridge speaks for itself. If you get real close, you can see coupons for kitty litter and butter! Excitement! Glamour! Fashion! Jem!
The Gomez poster from the David Ford/Gomez show at The Vic a few years ago. Also, our cable outlet. I wonder if Martha Stewart has a suggestion for, like, hanging a pine cone off that or something.
Back to the kitchen, and get ready for E. Edward:
Awwwwww, he hearts baking! And our grubby, potentially unsafe stepstool from Ikea (assembled by Jessie for that extra unsafe potential)!
Plum, trying out for Hustler:
Whoa-oa-oa, she's a lady! /Tom Jones
So when I say she likes boxes you know I mean it:
Several years ago, a very nice young lady knit Plum a cat bed. It's even purple, like a plum! It's super cute. Plum used to sleep in it when we lived at our first place in Boystown, and even a little while we were in the Andersonville apartment. But at the new place, Plum is not allowed on the shiny new sofa, and my room was kind of a disaster for a few weeks. During that time, I bought a new pair of tennies and, knowing as I do Plum's prediliction for cardboardery, I left the box out for her.
And it's her home now. She loves it. She's stopped attempting to jump up on the sectional, and she looks this content every time she's boxed up. It's adorable.
I just...didn't want you guys to think I make her live like a homeless person.
Anyway, let's talk about how awesome Showtime is later (I also enjoy Californication quite a lot, even though The Girl From The Nanny is a total lame-ass cliche of The Deeply Troubled, Brilliant, Yet Highly Sexually Evolved Teenager so prevalent in man-wanky programming...she says...humorlessly...like a feminist prig...), as well as talking about This One Episode of Judging Amy Where Sad Things Happen.
Let's take a journey away from the TV...to my room!
Here is my Awesome Vinyl Feature. Let us visit each record one by one:
This was my first acquisition, thanks to a gift from my good friend Aim. It is the soundtrack to Tuff Turf. Oh, Tuff Turf. Oh, Spader.
She found it at a thrift shop, of all places. Who would give this treasure away?
These next two are courtesy of The Kates, who bought these for me during an excursion to Lincoln Square's Cool Indie Rock CD/DVD Store Wherein They Judge You:
Oh, what a feelin'. When we're saying you, saying me. Also saying hello.
Dude, check out that jacket! Is that pimpin' or what (before Labor Day)?
That spot of light in Glen Campbell's Galveston? Pure energy. Pure awesome energy.
Here is the awesome shelf I bought at CB2 a year ago. That I never hung up at our old apartment. Because...I'm lazy. Anyway, isn't it great? If you squint, you can see several pictures of people I know and love. Also barely visible is the Standard Issue Midwestern Denim Family Portrait! Bet you're sorry you can't see it!
My Lit Pretentions: The Live Show! Please check out the Keats poster I got at the Keats House in Rome. Near the Spanish Steps. Yeah, I'm pretty worldly.
*prays that people don't zoom in on bookshelf to discover hidden pocket of Sweet Valley High books and Dave Barry volumes.*
My makeshift bookends, made of books, and some select volumes, including Mike Perry living right next to Tim Gunn and--even though Katherine claims it's not douchey--my douchey self-love homage, the book that has my essay in it.
My closet area with a sampling of my DVDs. That giant sack of dirty laundry? An improvement. Ask Kate.
The A-Futurama of my TV on DVD topped by my thoroughly awesome $15 ACL red cowboy hat that absolutely no one is embarrassed by. Well, at least I'm not embarrased when I wear it and save myself scalp burn.
THE BURT PURSE!!!
Blurry (because of the camera's tears...or the operator's inability to use a camera...or both) photo of my mom's urn surrounded by grocery store saint candles, the yarny pocket cross I bought last year at our friendly neighborhood Catholic church Xmas bazaar, a postcard my mom sent me, and a gato Duse bought me in Mexico.
To dust off an old favorite interjection of mine, GIGGABAH!!!
After I took this picture and viewed it on the preview screen, I burst out laughing, then showed The Kates. ManKate, who prefers shock humor to understatement, made me laugh even harder with his deadpan, "Wow. There's a lot going on there."
My comment: "I'm going to post this and write, 'Where's Waldo?'"
Kate (understatement is her bag, baby): "Uh, yeah, we didn't get to that, did we?"
Our fridge that is awesome. We had to cut back on our magnets because the gleaming hotness of the fridge speaks for itself. If you get real close, you can see coupons for kitty litter and butter! Excitement! Glamour! Fashion! Jem!
The Gomez poster from the David Ford/Gomez show at The Vic a few years ago. Also, our cable outlet. I wonder if Martha Stewart has a suggestion for, like, hanging a pine cone off that or something.
Back to the kitchen, and get ready for E. Edward:
Awwwwww, he hearts baking! And our grubby, potentially unsafe stepstool from Ikea (assembled by Jessie for that extra unsafe potential)!
Plum, trying out for Hustler:
Whoa-oa-oa, she's a lady! /Tom Jones
So when I say she likes boxes you know I mean it:
Several years ago, a very nice young lady knit Plum a cat bed. It's even purple, like a plum! It's super cute. Plum used to sleep in it when we lived at our first place in Boystown, and even a little while we were in the Andersonville apartment. But at the new place, Plum is not allowed on the shiny new sofa, and my room was kind of a disaster for a few weeks. During that time, I bought a new pair of tennies and, knowing as I do Plum's prediliction for cardboardery, I left the box out for her.
And it's her home now. She loves it. She's stopped attempting to jump up on the sectional, and she looks this content every time she's boxed up. It's adorable.
I just...didn't want you guys to think I make her live like a homeless person.