Daily Asserveration - Saturday, January 17, 2009

Because I am still basking in the glow of a mind-blowing, chill-inducing, tear-jerking (in the best way) fan-frakking-tastic episode of Battlestar Galactica, that's going first on the list today. Wow. So good.

Second, a new book I requested from public library came in. Disquiet by Julia Leigh promises to be haunting and memorable. As if the book itself wasn't enough, I opened it to the title page and encountered this perfect bit of design and type. A breathless little "Oh!" escaped my lips when I saw this.


And, a few pages in, the book is shaping up to be great.

It made me happy when Steve wanted to take a photo of Lydia, me and the laptops as we all sat on the couch together.


And last, but not least, I successfully made chicken tikka masala tonight -- it was good!

Daily Asserveration - Friday, January 16, 2009

Without even seeing it, I have no doubt in the world that tonight's episode of Battlestar Galactica, the first of Season 4.5, is the thing that will make me happiest today. It marks the beginning of the end of this fabulous series, the best TV show ever and, in my opinion, better than most movies. Making it even better is that BSG converts Dana and Roy will be watching with us. Fun will be had!

But also on the list today is snuggling with Mr. Baby and Spidermonkey before I got out of bed this morning. They were both particularly snugglicious.

I do wish it weren't so frakking cold outside, but at least it's warm inside.

Drawering and painting

A couple years ago, Steve bought a stash of journals at an estate sale. They dated from the mid to late 1920s and were written by a teenage girl who lived around Bowling Green, MO. He read them all cover to cover and I remember his constant reports on her activities (she wrote nearly every day). This sounds so odd now, but she went to town nearly every night to go to the movies - a different couple of movies every day. She went on lots of dates, attended a lot of church activities and dances and, in general, seemed to have very little down time.

At some point recently I got the idea that I'd like to try drawing and painting on the pages. Normally I don't like desecrating vintage items, but I was compelled. Here're the results of my first attempt.


Jealous Again - watercolor/pencil on paper


Red Siamese - watercolor/pencil on paper.

Daily Asserveration - Thursday, January 15, 2008

Look it up. It's a real word.

Today Deb treated me to lunch and wine and if that's not enough to make any day better, I don't know what is. She was celebrating a new chapter in her life in the form of a great new job and I wish her the best and know she's going to excel at it.

And even though it was blood-freezingly cold outside, it was beautifully bright and sunny with nary a hint of snow or ice in the air. (Sorry all y'all wishing for snow - I can't get behind that.) Now it is dark and really fucking cold in house -- I think there's only so much walls and windows and doors can do to keep out 10 degree winds. All the better for snuggling.

Daily Asserveration - Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Today I have three things that particularly pleased me. The first is that I woke to find video recordings of band practices from 1995 posted on Facebook by our old friend (and Steve's former co-worker) Chris. The band was the Pelvic Marvels, which were resurrected from the first incarnation in the 80s. It was a hoot, holding those practices, and we had a great time. And, most importantly, they were a catalyst to Steve and I thinking of each other that way.

Second was that on some days the machines like me very much. Or at least they are willing to cooperate with me. How much do I love Skype and VOIP? A lot! I can talk to my Scottish Correspondent, halfway around the world, for free, and it sounds like he is just down the street. Actually, the connection is better than most local cell phone calls.

Third was that I had the urge to draw and paint and I did it and I'm moderately happy with the results. So, basically, I'm really happy to be moderately happy in this case. Got it? Good. Here's what I ended up with today.

Daily Asserveration - Tuesday, January 13, 2009

This morning at 9am I sent a text to Michael with a request to meet me at 6 North for a day of laptop assholery. To my delight, he said yes and an hour or so later we were ensconced in our usual chairs and chatting away. I haven't seen Michael much lately and I've missed the camaraderie and connection we have. It was a calming pleasure to spend a few hours with him today.

And that made me happy.

Daily Asseveration - Monday, January 12, 2009

Because I've noticed a good bit of useless negativity floating around on teh Intarweb, and since I'm not immune from contributing to that myself from time to time (why is it always so easy to spew when you're pissed off but not when you're happy?), I have decreed that starting today I will write about anything good, anything funny, anything sweet, or just anything that made me feel good, every day. Every single day.

More than one for today! My car was covered in beautiful, glittery ice this morning. It sparkled like diamonds in the streetlights. During the radio show, the segue between Gene Krupa and LL Cool J made me giggle because it really worked like I had hoped it would. Steve took the time to send me a sweet, complimentary email. Roy called and was despondent over the plot of Battlestar Galactica; while I'm not happy that Roy is despondent, I am happy I convinced him to give BSG a chance. Oh, and he said the show was rocking. My Scottish Correspondent was monitoring my playlist in England and managed a couple minutes to chat too. A listener loved a Cold War Kids song I was playing (and since I love CWK more than anything right now, that made me very happy). I watched the last two Battlestar Galactica webisodes and they left me speechless and stunned. Is it possible the last few episodes of this fantastic show will be so good that we won't be suicidal when it's over for good?

You’re reading my thoughts/Dreams old men dream/It’s just like when we were kids/We’d lay around wondering/We try to listen to what they said

Today is the day that I decree that I will write an entry, even if it's small, every day about something that makes me happy. This doesn't mean there won't also be the usual moaning and whining entries. I mean, come on, I'm human. And since I've gone days and days without writing anything, this one may just have several things.

A week ago today, water got spilled on my beloved laptop, my machine-child (or maybe machine-lover is more appropriate) as I like to call it. After sputtering for a few seconds, the screen went black and a giant lump formed in my gut. I took the battery out and removed the keyboard and I swear there wasn't more than about three drops that I could see. Needless to say, it was enough to, at least so far, render my hard drive useless and irretrievable. I spent a lot of the next two days crying, mourning the loss of all my photos and Photoshop files and everything else I had neglected to ever (yes, you heard me) back up. Yes, I learned my lesson and I now have an online back up service. And the thing to be happy about in this tragedy? Roy Kasten. The man who created my beloved laptop did everything he could to save it and still even holds out a bit of hope for recovering the data on that hard drive. In the meantime, I have a new bigger and faster hard drive and that can't be a bad thing.

Something else that made me happy is this loaf of cranberry-walnut beer bread. It was really good and it looks so pretty!


I'm happy to have seen pictures of Jennifer Tretter's ginger cat BitBit. Look at that face!


On Saturday Steve and I DJed at the Atomic Cowboy. While I neglected to take photos while our friends were there (thanks for coming Roy and Dana, Amy and Sebastian, Michael and Alex!), I did take some blurry, glowy inside photos of the place. I love the mid-century modern look of the lounge area of Atomic cowboy. It's a comfy space.

That's Steve there at the bar...


And here we are getting ready to leave the house.

I'm happy that by some miracle I can look at photos of myself and...well, and nothing. I'm happy I can look at photos of myself and be, dare I say it, happy with what looks back at me. Now, I don't think I've gotten any better looking, but something inside me has shifted and there is some new acceptance that I haven't had in a long time, if ever. So, yay!