Wednesday, December 04, 2013
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Sunday, October 13, 2013
I met her because she gave 5 minute massages on Teacher's Day and I missed it so I went to where she worked to get a massage. I teach her kids.
Every time I saw her I would laugh and laugh at one thing and another.
One day we became friends. It was like the best friend in high school that knows what you're thinking before you can say it. And laughs at the same seemingly ridiculous unfunny things that you do.
Last week during the massage she suggested that when she is working, body parts and muscles make sound effects depending on how loose or stiff they are. She demonstrated. Keep your eyes and ears posted for an avante-garde theater piece coming to your area.
Also she told me this story:
One day during massage school she went to an outside agency to get a massage.
Twenty minutes into the massage she opened her eyes to see that the masseuses thumb had been replaced by a big toe.
I'll just wait a minute to let that sink in.
Don't worry, it was a donor toe. Or not. Or maybe she had a thumb on her foot. None of this was clarified, as nothing was asked or said about the toe thumb.
Later discussions at massage school centered around whether the masseuse should have warned the client that she had a toe where her thumb should be. Not sure what conclusion they came to, as I never really got past the "really????" part of the story.
This week she has a job interview in the big big city and I'm taking her. It's the big big city that I've been saying I'm pretty sure I could get around in but haven't tried it yet. It should prove to be an adventure.
I have some blog guilt going on. I don't read the blogs of my friends as much as I once did. I catch up once a month or so. It makes me think that I have "no right" to be blogging. But then I realize that I won't remember the toe thumb story in 5 years if I don't put it here first so I guess what I'm saying is; I'm sorry I haven't been such a good commenter/reader. You can quit reading my blog and it won't hurt my feelings. I might not write as much but I'm thinking that you can count on some funny when I do.
Also- working on Bigger On the Inside (from Knitty) in Stichjones' Whovian Blue. Love It.
Friday, September 27, 2013
Dinner at the Bean Curd. Claire got the Hawaiian fried rice. A pineapple filled with fried rice and loads of seafood.
A trip to the Awesome Natural Stitches where Christina and Jack offered amazing customer service and tried some subversive marketing on us. I did not buy one skein of yarn. It helped that I snapped a few photos of my stash before I left.
That did not stop Ruth from buying me a present. She thinks I'd look good in red. See Lisa Simpson, you Could have Come!
I did spend a few dollars at Trader Joe's. I like their treats. There might have been some oats, granola, and honey sesame cashews purchased as well.
The highlight of the evening was the Giant Rubber Duck in the river. Gina would not rest until we got a good picture. I felt like we were in the Fast and the Furious dodging in and out of the city for the prize.
Oh, and there was some laughing. Lots of laughing.
Thursday, September 05, 2013
We watched Sharknado on Monday night. It takes a special kind of actor to work in movies like this. Not everyone can deliver that hilarious faux serious dialogue without cracking a smile. Oh how I wish I would at least get a chance to audition for a speaking part in the sequel. There has to be a sequel.
Or better still... Live on Broadway... Sharknado: the Musical. I've got to believe that bad dialogue is more hilarious live.
I love it. I love when I am laughing at it in a public place and no one understands why I am laughing.
Does it surprise anyone that I don't really "fit in" in my surroundings. I have friends, I interact with the world. But there aren't many people that I have met who can truly appreciate the Gertrude Steinishness of poorly written (and delivered) pseudo-conversations.
Mostly after watching sharknado, I spent the rest of the evening begging HusbandBob to write me a horrible screenplay and then take me to one of the Carolinas for movie production. I'm envisioning a Blair Witch Project meets Flight of the Concords.
Once you get into the groove of the absurd, it's hard to leave.