dear 2000
last letter of the year
Dear Year 2000,
Thank God you’re almost over.
You were hardest, worst, most incredibly painful year I’ve ever had. Starting from day one when I had bronchitis, followed by quitting smoking, followed by cedar fever and the start of the worst personal pain I’ve ever been in in my entire life, which pretty much stuck around until the end.
weezer countdown
just a few hours left
I’m really just killing time, now. I’m sorta pretending this is New Year’s Eve, as I really don’t have any great plans for tomorrow yet. We’ll think of something. But for right now, Rivers Cuomo better kiss me at midnight.
I’m also hiding from email. Apparently the Austin American Statesman has done it again, and yesterday’s front page of the technology section had a giant picture of my head with the question “Is Pamela Ribon Hot Or Not?”
Dude. I have ex-boyfriends in that damn town. I can never go home again.
Al Went Home for the Holidays
and all I got was this lousy guest entry
Y’all, I was in the car for 12 hours yesterday. Creeping across the Southeast in the rain, ice, sleet and snow, just like the US Postal Service, except I’m fairly certain no postman, even on his longest route would ever dream of putting on a performance such I did in the driver’s seat.
I am a car-dancer. I admit it. Hell, I’m a car-Diana-Ross. I sing and sing and sing and flail around like a drag queen, imagining myself alternately as Gwen Stefani, Whitney Houston, Maria Callas, Marvin Gaye and all the members of the B-52s and REM, combined. (I seriously do a mean Tina Turner circa the Ike years also, but that is a story for a different day.) Twelve hours down I-20 yesterday, from Birmingham to Dallas, with more than 200 cds in the car…well…people, it was a rolling sideshow.
More LA Talk
what makes me laugh
It occurs to me that I haven’t mentioned that I got to meet and hang out with stee’s sister recently. She is very much the coolest. I wish she didn’t live so far away. I think if The Coffee Bean ever wanted to start a cult I’d make a damn fine recruiter.
Well, I’ve been driving around lately thinking about the things that make me laugh about this new city.
First, it fills me with great joy to see my local Blockbuster. They paint names on all of the parking spaces, and it’s just like when we lived in Austin and called the area closest to our apartment “Rock Star Parking.” We called the closest spot to our apartment “Jim Carrey Parking” and the further you went away the lower the star. Woe to the person parked in “Steve Guttenberg Parking.”
the first christmas
success and turkey
Reason #903 to keep a journal:
You nice people sent me cards and presents and made me feel less alone this holiday. Thanks for that.
One of the best gifts we got this year was from Eric’s mom: a digital camera attachment for the Visor Handspring. You just hold up your Handspring and shoot. So, since everyone was so helpful in telling us how to make Christmas dinner, we took some pictures of the progress.
not a creature was stirring
well, except for a couple
Reason #759 to keep a journal:
You never know when you’re going to stick in someone’s head.
Yesterday morning I got an email from Athena. She wanted to know if I was serious about looking for a Playstation 2. Turns out she had been on a couple of waiting lists and just yesterday morning another one had come in for her. She’s already bought one. She called a couple of friends, but they didn’t need one anymore. She said if I wanted it, she’d go and pick it up, meet me halfway between my house and hers in San Diego, and deliver a Playstation 2 in time for Christmas.
How cool is that, I ask you?
food fight
a world of cooks in my kitchen
So, this is interesting. I have found out that if you look pathetic and lonely you get all sorts of cooking advice. Keep that in mind for the future, people. It’s quite handy.
I have seen the panic in people’s eyes when I say, “Yeah, I don’t know. I’ve never cooked a turkey before.”
This morning I found over thirteen different recipes for deviled eggs, stuffing and turkey in my inbox. This has filled me with such happiness. You don’t even know. It’s like having moms all around the world talking me through this Christmas dinner.
But it was yesterday at the Ralph’s that I learned just how nice people can be around the holiday. We were standing in line at the check-out counter– Oh, and before I forget– California: Your shopping carts are smaller than the ones we have in Texas. I look like a cow with an overflowing cart before I even get to the meat aisle. We had run out of space just buying bread and kitty litter. Get larger carts. Anyway, we were at the check-out counter when the woman behind me said, “Your turkey is leaking.”
Dear Santa
hope it’s not too late
Dear Santa,
I almost didn’t write to you this year. It’s not that I’ve been particularly naughty or anything, it’s just that I wasn’t feeling particularly Christmas-y this year.
You see, every year in my entire life I’ve spent Christmas Day with my family. And this year, I can’t do that. They are very very far away. The other day was my sister’s birthday. I couldn’t see her and hug her and tell her how much I love her.
This, Santa, has made me very sad. And I’m trying to pretend that it’s not Christmas, but I really can’t do that anymore.
Paper Trail
out of control.
I spent all day finishing up my recap for Gilmore Girls, which is up. If you hate waiting around to read about notification on the new Gilmores here, you can always sign up for the mailing list at MBTV.
Then I did some phone calls, had lunch/dinner, had more phone calls, opened mail, read some journals and now suddenly it’s like seven. But the strange thing is in LA, 7 is still the late afternoon. I’m not used to that. Everything seems to start later here. Morning events start around ten. Which I’m not complaining about. But it’s a rare event that I’m in bed before three in the morning. It’s like I found an entire city that lives on my time.
Ticketmaster
but i did it
It’s not that I didn’t want to write an entry. It’s more like I couldn’t. I’ve been in line for the past almost four hours. But I did it.
I got weezer tickets.
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