PLACES TO GO
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
This might be exciting only to Drew and me, but everyone else has done such a good job about pretending to be excited about this stuff that I figured I'd post a couple of pictures of the new condo.
I'm starting off today with pics of my two favorite rooms in the place.
First, my second-favorite room, the bigger of the two ginormous closets. And trust me, it's much bigger than it looks. I just don't have the super-duper-wide-angle lens I'd need to capture its full glory.
Our current apartment has so little storage space that I still have boxes from when I moved in sitting unopened against the wall in the second bedroom. If you'd shown me just the closets and nothing else, I would've been ready to buy the condo just based on that. I always thought when I bought a home, I'd be obsessed with how I'd decorate it, but to be honest, now that it's happening, I've been thinking more about all the things I'm going to be able to stow away.
Then, my absolute favorite room. It's not quite as big as the closet, but it makes me even happier.
I'm very intrigued by this room, though I admit I'm a bit confused by it. I haven't seen a room like this in a home for a long time. Could someone please remind me what it's used for?
Thursday, May 12, 2005
A few weeks ago, during the Terry Schiavo madness, I, like many bloggers, used my blog as a kind of living will. Short of drawing up legal papers (hassle, hassle, hassle), it seemed like the best way to make my sickbed wishes known in case I'm ever in a situation where I can't speak for myself.
Then the other day, I read that Green Day's American Idiot album woke a little Welsh boy out of a coma. And so I realized it was time to issue an addendum to my living will. Green Day's okay with me, but who knows if the people tending to me will have good musical taste or not. I don't want some KISS-FM-loving nurse blaring some Rob Thomas/Gwen Stefani/Black Eyed Peas bullshit in my hospital room when I'm already suffering enough. I think it's important to make my musical tastes very clear while I still can. So, in the unlikely event that I ever need this, here are:
25 SONGS THAT COULD PROBABLY WAKE ME FROM A COMA
It was a hard list to pick. They're not my favorite songs, just some songs that stir me emotionally or otherwise involve me to the point where I couldn't possibly just lie there all motionless and vegetable-like if someone played them for me.
THINGS TO DO
HEAR, JERRY, HEAR
WATCH, JERRY, WATCH
READ, JERRY, READ
THAT'S MY JAM!
GOOGLE, JERRY, GOOGLE
(My favorite ways that people found this site recently)
math movie with black kid
why do people in movies have extremely large glasses
free christmas party speech for boss
why can't people fuck off
scared weird little guys "yesterday i saw the day after tomorrow"
how long until "sausage goes bad?"
"I hate charities"
Hall of Fame:
How do you draw MC Skat Kat?
harmony korine impersonators
why people should spread rumors in spanish