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Feb. 20th, 2009

One of Us, One of Us. Crazy Cat People Unite.

"me:i just realized my coworker was watching me watch cat videos
  she was like "I liked the treadmill one"..........."


This post is actually really embarrassing, but I thought it was worth posting for the sake of your entertainment. 
 

So anyways, I have a confession. Most of you know this already, but I am the Crazy Cat Lady. Yah. I'm the one in the office watching YouTube videos of kittens watching tv, videos of cats with dubbed over voices, cats riding on treadmills .  It is no wonder that Bruce bought me a t-shirt for Christmas with the phrase "Cat Lady Pride" boldly announcing my obsession for felines.
To make matters even more exaggerated, all of my clothing is covered in cat hair due to Liko the cutest cat ever who is, in fact, my roommate's.

This fur-wear is just another way to spot one of us.

Yes, ONE OF US, the crazy cat people.

I spotted cat hair covering this guy's jacket in my English class, and felt a little better about myself. I think we should form a club, or maybe a support group, to deal with the embarrassment of having to constantly brush ourselves with lint rollers that only sometimes work. (And they especially don't work if you need to look really good that day, or if it's your favorite top, or anything else that Fate likes to do to eff with your mind.)




Anyways, Don't hate on us just because we like cats more than you....

;)
 

Feb. 6th, 2009

Button, Button, Who's Got The Button?

Back in December, my friend Liz and I were walking home after gift shopping, when Liz stopped suddenly. She stooped down and brushed away snow, picking up a black key. We examined the key mysteriously, wondering who had lost one. (Liz announced that she would keep the key as a memory of our conversation about (I believe) the word nappy. )

Night passes, and I find myself walking down the same sidewalk the next morning. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a flash of something familiarly black and metallic. A key. The exact same key Liz had spotted last night. I wondered "Did Liz drop it? I will have to tell her I found it."

I continued walking, wondering if I should text her about the missing key or not.  This would not be necessary: Key #2 was spotted.

I looked closely at this black key of mysteries, which I now noticed had a button like-quality about it. I began to wonder if some trendy individual had lost the button keys of his or her winter pea coat.

I pondered what the coat with key buttons would look. Probably odd, and loud as the keys may clang around.

Then: Key #3 is spotted. I stoop down to pick it up. I briefly contemplate how dumb I look to the rest of the pedestrian commuters on busy Fullerton Ave: stopping and picking random articles up off the dirty snowy sidewalk every few paces.

I began to feel guilty: was I ruining someone's treasure hunt? What child would cry today because of me and my key-thieving activities?

I found more and more black keys: over 6 in total! I knew something was up.

At this point I was a positively giddy nerd. A mystery to solve? I think yes.

Once at work I began googling "black keys, lincoln park". Nothing.
Then I looked closer at the key, and noticed an inscription: Coraline.com.





Damn, foiled by a promo.

Aside from the slight feeling that I had been gypped of a REAL mystery, I was EXTREMELY impressed by the viral marketing tactics used for this movie. Yes, they must of had people drop black keys onto streets. (As friend Kip pointed out, this was a' la Aqua Teen Hunger Force Blinking Light Promo, sans-legal issues.)

They also contacted bloggers with high readership and past blogs or expressed interest in Neil Gaiman (the author of Coraline, the book which the movie is based off of). Then they sent each of these "chosen" 50 bloggers handcrafted boxes full of artifacts from the Coraline movie. Given the animated, stop-motion shot movie took three years to hand-make the set and puppets, I would spend a large amount on advertising as well.




Update: The black keys are available on Ebay. Hi-larious. What a scam.


P.S. The title of this blog is stolen from a line in Willy Wonka.

Jan. 23rd, 2009

Just Press Pause

I know New York is the city that never sleeps, but I have to say that Chicago is up for second place, at least. I feel as though the city is constantly moving and bustling with people. Days can feel hectic and rushed. Sometimes it feels good to just stop-especially in a calming place that stops with you, in a place that is quiet and relaxing.

As far as finding those places of relaxation, I have a great book recommendation for Chicagoans. While perusing Barnes & Noble,  I came across a title called Chicago's 50 Best Places to Find Peace and Quiet.

One place profiled was Thousand Waves Spa for Women, located at 1211212 West Belmont, Chicago, Illinois 606572, where you can spend three hours taking advantage of the dry sauna, eucalyptus steam bath,  Jacuzzi hot tub, and relaxation room- all for $20. Talk about a relaxing and affordable "getaway" from the stress of city life.

Recently I discussed City v. Nature with a friend. He prefers nature, fields that go forever, shady trees full of animals, and the quiet serene atmosphere you find in the solitary air of forests. I can relate to the intoxicating feeling of being in love with an atmosphere, but for me, I enjoy the landscape of the city.

For me, I find myself missing my neighbor's rooftop, which I would climb up onto during summer nights. You can see the whole skyline from here. It is a fantastic thrill to see the city I have fallen in love with- glittering lights against the canvas of the dark night.

Jan. 3rd, 2009

Oh, Economy, Has it Really Come to This?

Doing research this afternoon (and by research, I mean watching television), I came across a delightfully pitiful commercial. It was an advertisement for Metal Detectors. Yes, the gadget used to find money on beaches. The commercial blasted that this was a growing pastime and excellent new hobby for people.

It got me thinking : why are they advertising for this summer activity during the winter? Has it really gotten this bad? That metal detectors should now be used to scrounge around for extra money to make ends meet in a struggling economy?

It's sadly hilarious. Now, while I couldn't seem to find the exact commercial that flashed before my eyes this afternoon, I was able to find this gem on youtube for your enjoyment. Do yourself a favor and watch this 30 second commercial- the end is the best part.


I can't help but wonder what companies will think of next to advertise for all of us poor people.
A commerical for a How-To-Pickpocket  instructional video?
A tool that quietly breaks storefront windows?
Passwords to hack into online bank accounts?
Kits to create imposter identities?

Ok, I'm done.
I just had to comment on the metal detector commerical, it was too odd not to notice.......

Dec. 25th, 2008

CTA Holiday Train

Sadly, the CTA Holiday train has finished its run for this year. I was able to ride this el once, however, and it was splendid. Christmas music, elves passing out candy canes, and lights galore.
What more could a commuter ask for?


Dec. 10th, 2008

Head-Covering Dilemma

People in my life are urging me to find a hat for this chilly season. I generally just put my hood up.

I thought I would reconsider my head-covering procedures, though, and try to find a winter hat. After much trying on of hats in department stores, my reason for not wearing hats has only been reaffirmed: I look like an idiot in a hat.

Doesn't matter what kind of hat: baseball cap, sombrero, beret, cowboy hat, or  top hat. I just look awful.



I asked my mom to give me feedback on how one of my try-on's looked like and she said, "You look retarded. We just don't look good in hats. Give it up. Try earmuffs."

Gah. I'm going to hide my retarded head in shame. Earmuffs it is.




Dec. 4th, 2008

The Season of Fall(ing)

Today I experienced my first Fall this season!  .....I decided this warranted an official announcement.
Fall, you ask? This is the experience of walking along icy sidewalks, slipping onto said icy sidewalks, as well as dealing with the emotional trauma (if only fleeting) of a bruised ego (and possibly bum) and the embarrassment (or entertainment) that ensues.

I began my walk to Panda Express (in the quest for the Holy Orange Chicken) innocently enough, treading the sidewalk along with the rest of Chicago's working class, wearing my pink pseudo-Ugg boots. Did I mention these boots are pink?
I should also mention that they do not come with rubber or any other super sticky fall-saving substance attached to the sole.

I went down slowly. I classify it as a "I Could See it Coming" fall. This one is not as painful as a "Down for the Count with Bruised Bum" fall. However, both are similarly embarrassing.



Of course when you fall, your limbs flail a little bit in their failed attempts to keep you steady. So this causes a scene that rushed Chicagoans are sure to notice even despite the blur of their own fast commute to reach lunch ASAP GET OUT OF MY WAY OR YOU'RE DEAD. Well, I fell failing near Jackson and State.

Two cute guys ahead of me I suppose noticed the flail (or possibly the pink boots) and turned to feign concern.
"OH! Are you alright?"
"Yeah, yeah."
One sympthasized, "That happens to me twice a year at least."

His average per year is surprisingly low, I'd say.
I'm due for at least another 5 falls.

:)

Oct. 19th, 2008

Zen in the Art of Writing

"There I strolled, lost in love, down the corridors, and through the stacks,
touching books, pulling volumes out, turning pages, thrusting volumes back,
drowning in all the good stuffs that are the essence of libraries."
                                                – Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing



It's four in the morning and I'm doing that crazy writer thing. You know, drowning in words. This includes writing my own on the computer and with pen. I've found you get more writing down on the computer. However, writing with pen is much more intimate. Its like your brain is stroking your mind with ink. Or something. I'll get the metaphor more down pat later.

I really don't even think this blog will make sense to people who don't write.

However there is a deeper reasoning for writing about writing: and that is that NaNoWriMo is coming up. If you aren't familiar with NaNoWriMo, it stands for National November Writing Month. The goal is to push yourself to write a 175 page (50,000 word) novel in 30 days, starting Nov 1. and finishing Nov 30 at Midnight. The website explains that "its all about quantity, not quality" and that the "kamikazee approach. . . helps you write on the fly" but "make no mistake: You will be writing a lot of crap."

Anyways, there's a Chicago group, with Chicago writer meetups to encourage each other to literally write a LOT of CRAP.  

I'm considering trying this insane endeavor. I have a profile still from last year.



P.S. I missed my one year anniversary since my first LJ blog entry.
So, Happy One Year and Four Day Anniversary to MEEEEeee!!!

(thank you and good night)



Oct. 13th, 2008

Must-See Sing A Long

Yah, that's right. A Sing-A-Long.
It's called Dr. Horrible's SIng-Along Blog in fact.
You MUST watch it. It's realllly funny.

>>>Watch the Amazingness now!<<<<


And who, you ask, is the creative genius behind this witty musical sci-fi episode?
That would be Joss Whedon.
Death upon those of you who are unaware that he is the creator of Buffy, Angel, Firefly, and a new show called Dollhouse (here's the trailer), starring Eliza Dushku (Buffy, Tru Calling, Bring it On). Joss also guest wrote two episodes of The Office. Here's a mini documentary about the vampire-themed episode.



My Two Cents....err... my 25 cents...

So I was in the Dominick's checkout, paying cash for my vanilla coffee creamer.
I dug through my wallet for exact change. (Because I'm an old lady like that.)
After giving the cashier 3 dollars, 2 quarters, 1 nickel, and 3 pennies, I instantly regretted this action.
Not because I was spending money, but because I had given away precious quarters.
You know a person does coin operated laundry when they value quarters over dollars.
Psh. I'm so messed up.

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