Today was a pretty good day. I think any day in which I find my work so interesting that I forget to go to lunch is a good day.
Actually, I've been enjoying work a lot just lately, because it's the Christmas season and people always want more interesting ads for Christmas.
I'm trying to teach myself to use flash tonight. I'm using an older program...it was new when I bought it. Anyhow, it is depressing work. The tutorial is wretched.
All I want is an application that has scroll bars? Is that so much to ask?!
Friday, November 30, 2007
Posted by Melody at 30.11.07 1 comments
Labels: What do people do all day?
Thursday, November 29, 2007
If you want to destroy my sweater...
I am officially on my last sweater and it has a big hole in it and it fraying at the ends.
My sweater hunt has been a tragic failure, which is kinda problematic since the tempature keeps dropping. One of these days someone is going to mistake me for a homeless person. That could be quite awkward, but I just can't bring myself to buy something I hate just because it's warm. Yes. I know.
But there aren't that many options in the stores lately. Our "selection" consists of jumbo cable knits with rows as thick as medium sized redwoods, demure cardigans that have been tragically disfigured with faux elephant tusk buttons, & old lady sweaters held together by sequins and holiday apliques.
What's a little bit of hoboness when confronted holiday apliques?
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Posted by Melody at 29.11.07 4 comments
Labels: trauma
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
I'm not a dog person. When I was little my bestfriend had several large dogs and they all terrified me. Later I just found them annoying.
4. The dogs Robin's looking at are actually kinda on the cute side. You know. For dogs.
Posted by Melody at 28.11.07 3 comments
Monday, November 26, 2007
It's just another...
Time with my family can sometimes take on a manic quality. It was comparatively calm this weekend, probably because my sisters spent a lot of time working.
Church is always weird with the family. When we came in a blonde teenager I didn't recognize came running up to me, "Hi Melody I haven't seen you in forever!" It was very odd to have a conversation about work hours and making car payments with this very put-together young lady whose class I taught when she was four years old (and older, after I figured out that I don't like small children).
I came back Sunday afternoon/evening. Car rides with Bethy are good because we get a chance to talk about random stuff.
Robin was at Mike's when I got home, but when she came back we continued our soup adventure. We'd bought a lot of veggies so we could make mimosa soup. It's supposed to be this detox soup you drink every three hours for two days. We've heard of people doing a ten day detox, but we thought two sounded more likely for us.
We'd already spent a couple hours chopping stuff up last weekend, but it had taken too long and we'd put in all in the fridge to have this week. We spent another few hours chopping stuff up, boiling it, and running it through the blender. It looked something like the picture above.
About halfway through our boiled veggie mush the blender began smoking. We set the blender outdoors, decided it was a sign from God, and used the vegetables as compost in our garden.
Posted by Melody at 26.11.07 4 comments
Labels: it's a bird, it's a plane, it's..., trauma
Friday, November 23, 2007
Giving Thanks
I can't go into a lot of detail here, but one of my best friends that I grew up with got clean recently. We didn't know about it because of some tragic things that happened afterwards, but I talked to her on the phone yesterday and she sounded so like old self. I know she can't be the same, she's been through hell...but...it's more than I've been able to hope for recently and the best thing I can think to be thankful for this year.
Posted by Melody at 23.11.07 1 comments
Labels: happenings
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Starbucks Doubleshot: Nectar of Life
Ok, so it had really gotten so I was barely holding my head up.
Posted by Melody at 21.11.07 2 comments
Labels: true-love and miracles
Tired
Posted by Melody at 21.11.07 1 comments
Labels: the exchange, trauma, What do people do all day?
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Hide & Seek Fog
Vicki Austin walked through the fog of New York pretending she was a Bronte in the English countryside. When I first read The Young Unicorns (Madeleine L'Engle) I had no idea who the Bronte sisters were (even though I'd already read Jane Eyre), but I love fog so I figured Vicki, Emily, and Charlotte must be ok (I changed my mind after realizing Charlotte Bronte was responsible for Jane Eyre, I hate that book).
Posted by Melody at 20.11.07 5 comments
Labels: in my head, it's..., our big back yard
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Downtown...everything's waiting for you
Thanks to me and my disfunctional alarm clocks, we left an hour later than we meant to. When we arrived it was 10-ish and nothing was open. So, in retrospect, the alarm malfunction have been some sort of favor.
We got to experience the overwhelming Nordstrom Rack. This is the discount version of Nordstrom's. You might think that even a discount Nordstrom's would be classy. You would be wrong. All discount stores are terrifying. The fact that people are now fighting over Steve Maddens and Michael Kors that are marked down 75% only heightens the maddness.
Posted by Melody at 17.11.07 2 comments
Labels: Chicago, the exchange, true-love and miracles
Friday, November 16, 2007
The Butler Did It
Robin, Celi, and I went to a play at Grace tonight.
Posted by Melody at 16.11.07 1 comments
Labels: it's...
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Party of One
The traumatic thing about the holidays is that people are always expecting you to come to some sort of gathering where you will be forced to mingle with unknown company for extended periods of time.
They lure you in with promises of tasty desserts and the creation of fond memories, but the truth is that you will find yourself seated uncomforably on an over-stuffed couch, sipping punch, while you desperately try not to invade the personal space of the complete stranger next to you.
Even if you should happen to know a few people, the conversation you are going to have with them will last two minutes and goes like this,
"How are you?"
"Oh, good, you?"
"Mmm, yes."
"Anything interesting?
"Oh no, the same."
"Well, it was good talking to you."
"Yes, glad to see you."
No number of desserts, be they ever so tasty, can make up for an evening spent in this way. I don't care how alone you would at your own empty house. Anything is better than being alone in a room full of people with whom you must pretend to be ready to converse with, despite the fact that your only knowledge of each other is that you have no commonalities between you.
On the other hand, if you do stay home you must be prepared to hear of you pitiable state from others. Everyone was lovely, the funniest thing happened, they missed you terribly. With a knowledge of what these events really entail I can only assume that 1. It was such a disaster that their mind creating a more acceptable reality for them to live with, or 2. They had rather more wine than was good for them.
So if you insist on throwing a party this holiday season, allow me to layout some guidelines for you:
1. Plan an activity. No one ever got to know anyone because they were sitting on the same couch. Whether you plan a game, cooking, dancing or just watching an intereting show it will give people a shared experience to discuss and that's honestly all you need.
Note: Eating does not count as an activity unless you're such a bad chef that your guests will be forever bonded by the trauma, and possible illness, caused by your food.
2. When you invite someone invite at least two other people that they will know enough to talk about more than the weather with. That way, when your planned activity flops, they can have discussion during the awkward pause.
Note: Your relatives do not count. Either a) everyone loves you relatives and they will be in demand by all the guests, b) no one can stand your relatives and the lonely guest will be forced to slit his or her wrists to escape them, or c) your relatives will be helping with the party and be too busy to entertain properly.
I'd like to add a third rule, because three is a good number. But I can't think of anything. Seriously, all you need to stop torturing your guests instead of entertaining them is a planned activity and a few of their friends.
Posted by Melody at 15.11.07 0 comments
Labels: trauma
What the devil?
I saw this "ipod cozy" online and, given Jon's recent issues with the ipod nano, I found it somewhat amusing.
Not an armband, Jon, but not made in China either.
Posted by Melody at 15.11.07 2 comments
Labels: trauma
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Vector Art
Posted by Melody at 14.11.07 2 comments
Labels: What do people do all day?
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
$20, $5 s&h
$10, $4 s&h
I adore the use of book pages as background/texture. Adore it.
I also like the Lunastrella Radio.
Belle&Boo. I love the adorable storybook quality they have.
Posted by Melody at 13.11.07 0 comments
Labels: dots talking walks, the exchange, true-love and miracles
They're not in order. They're not even all here. I do play favorites. Go to junkycarclub.com to see/order the whole thing. If you like you can even join the junky car club. I don't know if I'm going that far, but I definately want this calander.
Posted by Melody at 13.11.07 1 comments
Labels: conversations, dots talking walks, the exchange
Monday, November 12, 2007
Shop till you drop: Clothing For Everyone
Or, if money is an object - you can horrify your friends and relations by purchasing the Pink Peony Headband. $12. Not worth it.
These fingerless gloves seem to be the next big thing. Personally, I think it's because they've discovered gloves are easier to make without fingers and yet mittens are extremely uncool. But, if you know someone whose jumped on this band wagon or who likes a little bit of punk in their wardrobe, this is your place.
Posted by Melody at 12.11.07 0 comments
Labels: the exchange, true-love and miracles
'Tis the Season: Jewelry
I discovered Etsy.com through Lucky Magazine and Domino Magazine, both of which have featured artwork there. With Christmas coming I think it's important to make other people aware of the myriad of unique gifts available there. All the photos are linked back to the site, so you can view the shop of the person selling and/or buy the item if you love it enough. The site's description of the product is in italics.
Posted by Melody at 12.11.07 0 comments
Labels: the exchange, true-love and miracles, What do people do all day?
Friday, November 9, 2007
Rescue 911
We noticed it last Saturday sitting under the pine tree in our backyard (it's trimmed underneath so people can sit under it). I don't like animals in general. They annoy me. But I love rabbits, I think they're adorable. Smarter than dogs, sweeter than cats. So I joined Robin in her, "Aaaw, a bunny!"
We've seen rabbits every now and again so we didn't think too much about it. But the fact that it was a Rex kinda snagged in my head.
When we were back outside a few hours later the rabbit was in the exact same spot. Not normal. We stood there looking at it and the rabbit didn't tremble in fear or bolt. We worried that it was hurt, but it was healthy looking. It had a huge dulap (roll of fat under the chin, cute on rabbits, real gross on humans).
So we started wondering if it is a pet rabbit that was abandoned and made it's home in our backyard. It just sits under that tree all day - the way a rabbit in a hutch sits and doesn't do much. It doesn't seem to understand that it is supposed to have a burrow, which worries us because that tree won't be shelter from the increasing cold.
Well, today I went online to find out how to tell the difference between a wild rabbit and a domestic one. Sometimes it's real obvious. Angora bunnies do not live in the wild. But a rex looks similar to a wild rabbit. Except...not. In my defense, there are experts who have trouble telling the difference. But the truth is...there's no way the rabbit under our tree is wild.
According the websites wild rabbits don't accept domestic rabbits as rabbits and they can't interbreed, so when a domestic rabbit is set loose it's a pretty bad thing for it. It will have trouble finding food and it might do something stupid like make it's home under a pine tree.
So, armed with this information and a paragraph about how to make friends with a rabbit, Robin went out to start our mission to save this bunny from a frozen death.
She has a very promising start of having chucked some apple slices at it. We're hoping if it realizes we're good for treats it will warm to us faster. She also put a box with a towel in it under the tree. If the rabbit gets the hint it will make this it's new (warmer) home. Also, it'll make us easier to catch the poor thing.
So...wish us luck.
Posted by Melody at 9.11.07 7 comments
Labels: our big back yard