Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Tech Resolve

This year, I resolve to stop being a tech-tard, and get myself up to speed with 2010. Or 2011. Whatever. Either one is about just as likely. Maybe I should aim for 2005?

I realized just how isolated from the normal, modern world I've become when this weekend, the simple act of going to the movies became a strange, complex process. Its been well over a year since I was last in a movie theater - this is only the second movie Prof and I have gone to see together.

Even though I haven't looked at movie times in ages, I at least knew that you no longer call Movie Phone to find out what time the movies are. I went straight to Fandango. But I googled it. Clearly, typing in Fandango.com was too much for me.

Fandango is much easier than moviephone, I'll give you that. I know where I live. I know what movie theater I want to go to. The movie I want to see is playing. Great. Let's go. Except, Prof says to me "did you get the tickets?"

What do you mean, did I get the tickets? You buy tickets at the movie theater. Duh.

Except, I guess nobody buys tickets at the movie theater anymore. He hands me his card and I manage to figure it out. I mean, I buy concert tickets this way all the time - I don't know why it threw me for such a loop. Oh wait, no, I know why. The total was 10.50 a ticket, PLUS a service charge!

Seriously? I started counting in my head all the other ways we could spend 24 dollars...Three months of netflix, 6 tubs of hummus, cat food (these things are in no way related, just in case you were wondering)...but I reluctantly finished the transaction anyway. A service charge, for a friggin movie?

I eventually shed my disbelief and disdain and made it to the theater, which, because it was Christmas Eve, was completely deserted except for me, Prof, five movie theater employees and two unkempt teenagers (guess we really didn't need to buy tickets online after all). And here is where the inspiration for this post came from: I had no idea what to do with the printed out tickets. None. Do I give them to the people behind the glass window in exchange for a real ticket? Is there some kiosk you scan them at for a real ticket.

I'm consumed by the need for a real ticket.

Luckily, Prof is not a movie moron or tech-tard and steered me in the right direction. A bored teenager ripped our tickets in half and informed us that the movie was running late and we had twenty minutes to kill before we could get into the theater, so they could show us twenty minutes of commercials and previews. Goody. The delay gave me the chance to beat Prof at both air hockey and Ms. Pac Man.

The irony of the game choices is not lost on me. I know 1982 is calling. On my rotary phone. But I don't hear it. I'm too busy listening to my Walkman.

So, the little movie experience was a reality check. I am way out of touch with civilization. Before you know it, I'm going to be wearing Mom jeans and taking pictures with a film camera. Something must be done. Can I schedule an intervention for myself?

(in case you were wondering, the movie that inspired the movie theater experience was True Grit. And it was totally worth it. If all movies were that good, I might go more than once a year.)

Thursday, December 23, 2010


Happy Festivus!!

For the first time in years, I'm not going to bitch about the holidays and be all sarcastic about Christmas and family and presents and gushy smooshy shit. I haven't really had the time to contemplate it; and because we basically decided to just skip it this year entirely, I haven't had to go shopping, hear the annoying Christmas music, deal with stressed out annoying assholes in parking lots and drain my bank account. Even those blow up, glowing yard snow globes (now with sparkly crap inside!) aren't irritating me. That much.

I haven't bought one present, except for a couple things I ordered online to send to friends who live far away. Prof and I decided to not exchange gifts - with the house still getting organized and December being so busy already, it seemed silly to add more stuff to the pile, and more things to the "to do" list. So, we are going to pick a charity and give whatever money we would have spent on presents to a worthy cause. And no, that worthy cause can't be you!

I'll have much more time and energy to catch up on blogs this weekend, so stay tuned....

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Stired and Crazy

It seems to be a pattern with me: Get through a time of tremendous stress, then, as soon as the final deadline has passed, get sick.

And so, here I am again. We got moved, I finished the semester, I cleared some hurdles at work and suffered through a big meeting with a nasty sore throat. 2 hours later, my voice was completely gone and I could barely swallow. I have hardly gotten up off this couch in 2 and a half days, let alone leave the house, and now that I can breathe (and talk, kinda) again and the searing pressure in my head has abated, I feel jittery and jumpy and malcontent. And I can't do anything about it because its after 10pm and its like 14 degrees outside.

Yesterday, I slept until well after noon, though I did manage to catch most of A Very Brady Christmas on the bedroom tv. It didn't inspire me to stay awake, I'll tell you that much. I watched Julie & Julia later in the afternoon, and I think I took another nap. There has been an awful lot of tv watching in the past 48 hours. Its disgusting. I can't imagine what I did when I was sick before I had all this on-demand, cable, instant netflix stuff. Read? Rent movies? Sleep more?

Today we tried to keep the tv off, so I read, and we played Scrabble which I haven't played since I was like 12. I suck at Scrabble. Seriously. But at least it engaged my mind for a little while as I tried to figure out what I could do with an O, another O, two I's, a Q, a U and a W. Seriously? Who gets a hand like that?

I don't know how or why, but tomorrow I'm getting the hell out of the house. Even if my brain feels like a red balloon on a string, or I have snot pouring out of my nose, or a cough that would make your mamma cry. I will go forth, and spread my disease. But don't worry, I'll put on some hand sanitizer first.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Still here

Yup. I'm still here. Just finding it difficult to find time and topics for blogging.

Its weird to write about how things are going with Prof when he's on the couch next to me, or downstairs, or in the next room. I feel like I'm betraying him, even if I'm not ratting him out for all the things he's doing that annoy me, or how his farts smell (like roses, of course).

Plus, I'm spending a lot of time watching tv (I can hear you all chanting "I told you so"). Tv still sucks by the way, but what doesn't suck is the DVR and On-Demand. Wow. Its a shame I'm so cheap, because On-Demand rocks. I'm back on the Big Love kick, and I just found the Big C. Cynical, cancer patient wreaks havoc on her friends and family 30 minutes at a time. Awesome.

Back to my university-themed snuggie and the Big C. More interesting stuff later.

Friday, December 3, 2010


For those of you breathlessly waiting for the stories of the first disastrous week living together, prepare to be disappointed.

I've got nothing.

Don't get me wrong, we are definitely going through an adjustment period. We still have boxes to unpack, and Prof still isn't sure where his contacts or beard trimmers are. And most of his clothes are still in bags and boxes. I think the breakdown will happen when I try to find space in the closet. I forgot that big men wear big clothes; they take up a LOT more space on the shelves. If he wore sweaters, I would be in serious trouble.

Here's some good stuff:

1. I haven't scooped cat poop in days. Yes, that's sweet and all, but if he doesn't scoop it, he has to smell it until I get home. I'm still giving him credit for it though.

2. I showed him my clogged sink, hoping that maybe he would pick up a plunger for me when he went to the store. Instead, he made a coat hanger scrapey/pokey thing and fixed it. I point - he fixes. I like.

3. The bed is warm.

4. He started taping Wife Swap (can you still call it taping, if its really just on the DVR?) and we've been watching it together after I'm done working on homework for the night.

5. Oh yeah. And its nice actually seeing him and talking to him everyday.

And some more annoying things:

1. He makes it hard to get out of bed in the morning. As if its not hard enough during the dark cold days of December, not a day has gone by that he hasn't said "play hooky and stay in bed!" Grrr...

2. We have to have that discussion every night. You know the one I'm talking about. "What do you want for dinner." I'm hell bent on eating the damn CSA turnips that are clogging the fridge. Prof? Not so much, and after tasting the roasted ones from last night, can't say I blame him.

3. There is a lot of food in the house. There are not a lot of places to put food in the house. Still adjusting to the caloric intake needs of a full grown Prof and the space constraints of a townhouse.

4. My mother has his cell phone number now. It was inevitable. If there is ever an emergency, my boyfriend will need to be able to consult with the person who can pull the plug. She called his number 3.5 seconds after I gave the number to her, because I wasn't answering my phone. And so Prof gets dragged in to the insanity.

5. We really aren't spending a lot of time together yet, since I'm still trying to finish up the semester. I'm in the office working on it (and, of course, procrastinating and blogging) and he is entertaining himself. But that will be changing very, very soon...

So, that's my story. For now. Anyone have any good turnip recipes?!