"Put that in your book!"

I fart in the general direction of this day.

"Pardon me, do you have any Grey Poupon?" ::dude speeds away in snobby car::

Oy, I'm plenty alive, I just dinna have enough time to make it short & sweet.
Hmm. Considering that I Tweet & FB, that's a statement. Maybe. Or not.

Good Thanksgiving after, all, not a bad work shift, and a good post-work drinkie or two w/coworkers.

Now. If I can just convince my eyelids that 4am is not ungodly... Yeah, right (sound fx of stumbling, lurching & general mayhem ensue). Shit, what a long day, coming up, bleah!
:-(


Well, I best get cracking at that whole four hours of sleep bit...


Cheers

Huzzah for Indie films! Holy Shit Awesomeness, that's what this was. Yet again my uncanny Netflix luck directed me to something I needed to see.
Forgive the first 15" --I almost didn't make it, myself. However, I simply told myself that the opening lines of any film being "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" had to be worth a few more minutes of my time. And it was.
I loved the soundtrack (I bought it via Amazon.com) & the lighting.

I think I might need this film in my collection!
Watch the trailer:







Still don't have my home anywhere near "Mom Ready," but I'm declaring a Raineth Emergency of "Fuck It."

Cheers & All

I would like to be able to pretend that I don't have company coming.

Even if it doesn't work very well.

I need a drink.

Had profound dreams about my brother, last night.

I woke up and was mostly functional (surprising), but was obsessed with finding my St. Nicholas necklace; it was not in the last place I put it. Found the necklace, went to go to work-- and a big-assed raptor was sitting on a branch of my olive tree:




So I cried & my mascara ran. When I regained a portion of my functioning brain, I ran back inside to get my camera, took a picture, gave thanks to my brother for being here when I needed him most-- and the hawk flew away.

I miss him, and I hate this time of the year without him.

but at the moment, I am blitzed on vodka/gin/cranberry ginger ale, and the thoughts in my head might even make their way out. Dammit, I just caught myself misspelling :their." Shit, I really must be drunk...

I'm going to go rejoice in the fact that I bought three new pairs of shoes today (not fancy ones, practical ones for work), and I have a fucking day OFF tomorrow! YES!!!!

Cheers & All


Pee Ess Errm, does anyone know what species of raptor this is? Red hawk?

I roasted another turkey. I reign triumphant. Well, as long as no critters have jumped it, whilst it has been cooling outside!

I have been hella crabby, the past week. No, it's not anywhere near that particular time of the month... it's all just bass ackwards, and I am exhausted. Stupid life, figure yourself out!

Saw "New Moon" and liked it, despite the Limburger Factor.

Dreams with my brother, so often. He never says anything, and it upsets me.

Going to rescue the turkey & go to bed.

You were older then
Older than what my eyes could ever see
I only knew to embrace
Cannot hold you any more

Ugh, not at my best. Had some sort of reaction from food or environment yesterday, and theeffects have lasted through this morning. This is becoming a chore.

I am running out of steam! So tired all day, every day. No end to pain all day, every day. I think my body is beginning to do the equivalent of sagging desperately; I suppose if it thinks it can not work, I'll have no choice but to take a break & take care of it.

Alas, I will simply push until there is no more to push.

I have been having strong thoughts about my brother, the past few days. I imagine I should take a clue and sit down to talk with him... crazy nuts or not. It is terrible to still feel the empty space, so long after he's been gone.

I'm going to eat pizza, listen to the blues, maybe watch a movie and pretend that nothing else matters.

Not a good day today, and that's not just me bellyaching. Hellfire & Damnation, Friday the 13th has caught up to me fully, at last. *le sigh*

Pffft.

Hmmm, meh, bleah, yargh, blargh.

I think I am whatever the German phrase is for " feeling sad & mostly like shit."

Because the German version is bound to be much more entertaining.

Work is soon... and I would much rather be sleeping.

As an afterthought that's not entirely as grim as my dreams:

Southern Brit is going back to England today. *sad sniff*

Modern technology helps to ease the discomfort a bit.... but it doesn't really smart any less. I'm going to miss the fact that he was slightly closer while living in the States. *rubs ears thoughtfully* I knew he was going back home when he first mentioned taking his long-arsed trip of the States, but... Well. There it is.

I am such a whiny-assed wiener! He will be much more at ease when he goes back home... and he has so many tales to tell... His mates are most likely ecstatic to be "getting" him back. Hell's Bells, I would be!
What a charming, ridiculous, genuinely likeable man to have met! Perhaps in another lifetime or so he'll be my brother or a best friend.

Blah, blah, blah.

The Only Living Boy in New York....

Strange. Fricking REALLY strange-ass dreams. Anybody want to interpret this one?

( The Dastardly Deeds. )

Holy crap, I am the goddess of turkey noodle soup. I want my soup to last forever. I was going to make curried turkey, but I ended up doing soup.

Alas, I couldn't even tell you what all I tossed into the pot, besides onion, celery, carrots, leftover turkey, cooked rotini, aleppo peper seasoning from Penzey's, Kosher salt, smashed garlic, a lot of pepper, epazote, a shake of ground chipotle, 2 bay leaves and... and... whatever it was that made it taste so damned good.

Made with lots of love & happiness. I can even see my kitchen. It IS in there, somewhere! Hallelujah, I can actually cook now.

And now... maybe I'll see about that curry.

Chers & All

 Today's musical find via Southern Brit & Last.fm respectively is lovely music by British artist Mark Owen.

 I have listened to "Falling Star,"  "Alone Without You"  & "Pieces of Heaven" a few times already, and am quite enjoying his music.

 Romantic ballads, alternative, pop. I think that the more I listen to his music, the more I like it. There is something terribly sad & hopeful about his music-- and it makes me happy.

 Now-- I'm off for a drive.

 Chers & All

 ... And because food is my undeniable crutch, I went to Penzey's to buy Epazote (where you buy 4 one-ounce bags for the price of a four-ounc, and it's actually quite nice that way!), some whole chipotle chiles, and some ground chipotle chili powder, as well as some more Chile 3000 seasoning. I also scored my free wee container of poultry seasoning (which I actually haven't tried-- I've used McCormick's for years), and felt rather triumphant. Then I realized I was missing something... CAKE.

 Yes, I've been hankering for cake. And I'm evil, awful, weird. I am very picky about my cake. I don't mean to be, but each time I spend good money eating crappy, nasty, no-good food, the less time & money I want to spend, period.
 So I am happy to report that when I screeched to a stop 500 yards away from Cafe Latte (my apologies once again to the handsome brunette who gave me his fist-- I guess your manners are about as good as my driving, today) to buy a bowl of delicious Swedish sausage-potato soup ( a little salty, but that will be OK for most folks other than me) and a slice of lovely carrot cake. Once more, my faith in Cafe Latte is restored. I have had good food! I guess it's a hit & miss, rather like the Birchwood Cafe (my other favorite place to go). 


 And the bonus to all of this-- it is fricking unbelievably BEAUTIFUL outside. If you live in central MinneSnota, for Hannah's sake, get OUTSIDE today! You won't regret it.

 Crap, and later remind me to tell you about Victor's on Grand-- I totally forgot to post about it.

 OK- time for work. Cheers!

 Today's brain-warp, brought to you by disturbed dreams: we are made of water, music & earth metals. Our muscles and tendons are like roots & plant fibers, our plasma is a similar sap moving through our veins. Our blood=water.  

 ( The Brain-Warp Continues )