Bookbinding Supplies

Getting back into making things with paper and glue. I made a box. Teacher said it was the nicest one in aaall the class. Then again, I was the last to leave, so he could've said whatever he wanted. But I need to redo my top, the wrapper was one square too short on the inside folds...uch. At least the top isn't too small, he said the fit might be snug but I think it's perfect.

Shopping list:

• mat board
• blades
• paste
• good paper
• fabric
• T-square
• cutting board
• thread

Yeah...most if not all of these things I already have...in Oregon. Lameness is everything not fitting in my suitcases whenever I journey home. Although, some things just would not fit in my suitcase, so no helping that. Although, come to think of it, I was in limited supply there, it's mainly just that green cutting board and the T-square that seem like superfluous purchases. I don't even know what the hell that green thing is called, the rubbery board with a grid that you can slice and dice upon worry-free. What is that called?? Just a cutting board? Uch. I feel like it had some special name...

3/30/08

Happy Birthday, Mickey Mack, I miss you every day.

Glasses

I need new lenses. Maybe some new frames, even.

I'm thinkin' these:


Or going back to these:


Or doing the Scully/meganekko look:




Glasses girls: meganekko!

Happy Passover!

Here are some Jewish things, Jewmor and Jewcipes.



My kind of gefilte fish: vegetarian gefilte "fish"

I fully intend on making matzoh brei in the morning, and cooking from my little Jewish cookbook on Tuesday (charoset, latkes, matzoh ball soup, oh my!). I wish I had my cousin's recipe for matzoh, goodness gracious, I'd sit through five seders to eat that stuff. SO good. Maybe...maybe...I'll ASK him for it! There's an idea.

Oh. And what movie needs to be watched for the umpteenth time within the next week? The Hebrew Hammer. No ifs, ands, or buts.

Crooner

I frequently feel like I was born in the wrong time period, considering all the old fogie stuff I like. BUT, if I weren't born NOW, I wouldn't be able to enjoy it all quite so much. So THERE.


I have a crush on a crooner from bygone days. And oh, when he sings, I melt.


Dear me, I can't stop laughing at this one.


Or this one. The choreography! How fluidly he moves! /s

And here I WOULD post a video of Danny Kaye doing "Choreography" from White Christmas, but alas the video has been taken down from youtube. Blast! In any case, my point is, as good as Andy Russell sounds, he sure can't dance.

Although, now that I think of it, he reminds me of Michael Bublé...

And the world’s like a science and I’m like a secret

New She & Him album out today!

Same happy peppy 60sish poppy swoony beats. I already have the new songs lingering in my head.

A new Arctic Monkeys album is out too, that's next on the playlist.

Aaaaand tonight? Richard-centric episode! ohemgee.

Holy hotness!

John Barrowman on Desperate Housewives!

Article w/spoilers here.

Mmmm, good god that man is delicious. Playing a murderer or no.

I should open the box...

I don't want to cry anymore. Damn it all.

She & Him Volume Two

Eeep! New She & Him album to release 3/23 now streamable here!

Killer Condoms! (Not Safe For Men!)

Watching some ridiculous German B (C?) movie, Kondom des Grauens, mostly because the description was too hilarious not to:

"A professor blackmails a student of his into having sex with him. But when the professor puts on a condom, the carnivorous condom bites off his penis and disappears."

Oh, and it takes place in NYC. So far, this movie makes no sense, and is so bad, it's funny. The protagonist? A man by the name of Macaroni (Detective, Macaroni), who arrives riding on an elevator in a cloud of cigarette smoke standing directly beneath a no smoking sign. What a badass.

Relevant quote: "Even good girls from Oklahoma end up biting off some guy's dick."

*update 7:50ish pm*

Yeah...I only got 10 minutes in.. I'm watching a BBC miniseries instead.

Lazy Rainy Sunday

Having a lazy day, which started off right by watching football. The real kind. It isn't really raining right now, just a lot of residual wetness and broken tree limbs strewn about from yesterday's crazy storm (my poor umbrella!). There's a sad and sparse festival on Church Ave, five or more blocks barricaded by police, for a mere handful of booths. I wonder if it weren't for the weather if the turnout'd be better? Or if it's just always such a despondent event..

Other lazy things include:

Eating a Bacon Cheeseburger, om nom nom, what a terrible Jew I make...

Dipping into some hot steaming bubbles

Drinking tea leisurely

Grocery shopping

Cleaning my rooooom

Working on website

So not entirely lazy, no.

*update 3:01 pm*

Sadness is not having enough hot water to fill the bathtub. This makes no sense to me. We've always had enough hot water to fill the second floor tub, and at least enough for a shower after. I am the only one home today, there should be more than enough hot water, and yet, my bath is luke warm at best. I'm going old school. Two of our largest pots are boiling as I type.

*update 3:27 pm*

Of course, AFTER I've successfully boiled pots of water and step into my nice steamy bath the hot water comes back.

Muffin Man

I spent my night baking muffins. Because that seemed like the right thing to do. Distractions, etc. And now I have Frank Zappa stuck in my head.

Some people like cupcakes better, I for one care less for them.

...

Some people...some people like cupcakes exclusively, while myself, I say

there is naught, nor ought there be, nothing so exalted on the face of god's grey Earth as that prince of foods...the muffin!

Girl, you thought he was a man

But he was a muffin

He hung around till you found

That he didn't know nothin'

I went the savory route, made two batches of apple-cheddar muffins. Om nom nom. We'll see how they go over tomorrow. Next time: potato muffins.

Lovely and soothing is the sound of rain against the house. The only thing missing is the sound of a train in the distance, (the subways don't sound the same, they don't have that wonderful blow that trains do) and I'm transported west when I close my eyes.

Distracting myself

Out of context random quote:

"Your heart lives in your vagina."

-Meredith Grey

Crying at Petco Isn't Any Fun

RIP Mickey, 3/30/08-3/4/10

"We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own live within a fragile circle easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way. We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan."

Irving Townsend

There will never be another cat like Mickey Mack.

Concert fail

No Akron/Family show tonight. In Oregon. Cannot make it to Williamsburg, obviously.

Uch, I wish I could see these chicks perform live:

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't incredibly jealous of Barry & Corina seeing Warpaint and Akron/Family tonight.