Caterwauling

To put it delicately, I am now paid to do several things that I previously either got into trouble for doing or was never allowed to do in the first place. Hah! Amazing when people give you things and want to see how far you will run with them and how brilliantly you will execute them. This was worth the wait, friends. I may not have enough gas money to get there till payday, but I’ll worry about that another day.

And if you’re reading this when you have no business doing so, then suck it. 🙂 It’s been time to say goodbye for some time now, eh? I can tell you don’t bookmark the site. And that’s Goddess with a CAPTIAL G when you’re searching every day for the same site, thank you very much!

On iTunes: Lucy Woodward, “Standing”

*updated*

I have it on pretty good authority that yesterday, the D.C. streets were a sheet of ice. (I could probably start a great contest to see who among us had the longest commute home last night!) In any event, I was asking someone why the streets couldn’t be salted — after all, the entire country is run from this little corner of the world. She pointed out that when the city has to cough up money for stupid things like an inauguration, where praytell are we going to find money for salt?

As an aside: speaking of stuck without a paddle, Jib Jab made us a nice inauguration cartoon.

Update

Via Kukini, some fantastic Letters to Bush. And no, they’re not overtly political in nature. Rather enjoyable read, I say. 🙂

On iTunes: Sugarbabes, “Hole in the Head”

Update: The WaPo says “Traffic Planners Predict Dismal Commutes Ahead”. Yee haw.

Traffic: SUCKS

Weather: SUCKS

Three hours in the car today. Jimminy Christmas. But all in exchange for a superb day, so I suppose it’s a fair exchange. The weird thing was that I got carsick on the ride home — who gets carsick when they’re the driver? Although, arguably, I was practically parked because assholitry seems to only occur during rush hour. Whee. Yay breathing exhaust for an hour!

And like frosting on the shit souffle cake, a triple threat of snow is being predicted for the nation’s capital. Because the “Feels Like” temperature being in the negative numbers this morning just wasn’t enough to chap the life out of my lips. *weeping softly* And, wearing skirts and pantyhose in this kind of weather is NOT fun. But, through the teeth chattering, I almost look like I’m smiling about it all. 😉

Fox 5 just reported that “Dry, fluffy snow will blow a bit.”

Actually, it blows more than a bit, thanks. 🙂 It blows a whole fucking lot.

Dear Mother Nature:

Love,
Dawn

On iTunes: Kelly Clarkson, “Break Away”

I’m feeling a weird combination of elatedness and headachiness tonight. The happy feeling is of course because I got something I really wanted. The achy feeling comes from cramming too damned much information in my head in a really short time. I am going to need to find room to hold lots more in the coming weeks. Damn it — I just hope I don’t forget all the lyrics to every Melissa Etheridge song ever written, although that would free up perhaps gigabytes of brainpower if that were to occur. 😉

The upside
1. I. Love. Everybody. There!
2. They seem to like/respect me too!
3. I have somewhere to wear my good clothes. 😉
4. It’s a new start in an environment that feels right.
5. Lots to learn.
6. Good learning curve.
7. I will grow alongside others who are capable of giving direction.
8. It’s everything I wanted and oh so much more!

The downside
1. The commute to East Jabip (particularly the Beltway).
2. I have to Dress Up. Like, every freaking day. No jeans, ever!!!
3. I foresee having a challenging time learning the subject matter.
4. A Really Good freelance gig just surfaced, but I doubt I’ll have time/energy to do it right now.
5. I don’t do Windows. Piece-of-shit PC. Bah. Who do I have to kill to get a Mac?

That’s totally it. Clearly, upsides kick downsides’ collective ass.

And it’s about friggin’ time. 🙂

On iTunes: Simon & Garfunkel, “Hazy Shade of Winter”

Our laws finally match our state slogan. Unmarried sex is now legal in Old Dominion!

Now, off to go find some! 😀

On iTunes: Benassi Bros., “Illusion”

I was walking toward my car yesterday when some dude in a hoopty (circa 1982) cranked up his stereo and leered at me. He was bobbing his head, rocking out to what he must think all the kids are listening to these days.

“The Electric Slide”

The bravado with which he almost pulled that one off was spectacular. I imagine that must be the hot new single on WHFS El Zol.

I’d hate living here, but it’s so damned entertaining sometimes. 😉

On iTunes: Concrete Blonde, “Mexican Moonlight”

*updated*

So I’m standing in line at the eighth concentric circle of hell Wallyworld today, and I’m second in line. Or so I thought. The two girls in front of me wanted to be rung up separately, even though Girl #2 didn’t bother putting her two items on the conveyor belt. So she acts horrified that MY STUFF is in front of her, and she SHOVES it back and throws down her box of cookies and her Wet ‘n Wild lipstick.

So, because this is my luck, there is no price tag on the lipstick (that shit costs a dollar. Everybody knows that). So the flashing lights start going off because the cashier can’t proceed; five minutes pass and no assistance comes, so the cashier goes and gets another tube. She rings her up and I get a good look at the color of the lipstick. I can tell that it’s the same shade Girl #2 was wearing at the time.

My Inner Bitch has Tourette’s Syndrome, in case you weren’t aware. Because when I said, “Honey, hate to tell you, but that color doesn’t even look good on you,” I got a lot of giggles and appreciative stares from the cashier and the women in line behind me. Heh. She ignored me and went to go let that cheap-ass lipstick flake off somewhere else. 😉

Update
I totally forgot about the song that inspired this post. Duh. 🙂 Go read the lyrics. Fabulous!

On iTunes: BT, “Dreaming”

1. WHFS-FM is now a Spanish music channel. Hurrah. Not. Anyway, RIP HFS (and screw you, Infinity Broadcasting!), and please, DC-101, don’t go anywhere!

2. Hard times come easy: just when I think I have my life set up to be resolved, something else rears its head to keep the worrying at full tilt. I’m waiting to hear about my grandfather’s prognosis from a new illness he may have. And bless him, he kept quiet for four weeks because he felt like my problems were more important. *sigh*

3. My cousin had a baby girl this morning. Congratulations and hooray. She and I, as little girls, had made a pact that we were never going to have kids. Do I win this one? 😉

4. I hate when people expect you to cancel your plans to accommodate them. Really. I just love rearranging my schedule. I never used to be this way, but I really hope there’s something in this for me other than aggravation.

5. Speaking of aggravation, tell me why, despite the fact that 90 percent of the District of Columbia did NOT vote for the presidential incumbent, we have to pay $17 million when the circus comes to town next week? And from the homeland security budget, no less?!?! Get creative and fundraise, you smug SOB. Those are funds better spent on the tsunami victims or on, gee, protecting the citizens of D.C. instead of one person in particular. Grrr.

6. In better news, I came out to my car last night to find a note on the windshield. Before I could curse and swear because I figured someone might have hit me, the note contained a compliment. Hah! It said, “I LOVE your bumper sticker!” Whew. 😉

7. Got this from a trusted source: Do NOT use Hartz products for your cats. I’ve used these products in the past and had no problems, but kitties are getting sick from the flea & tick line, so cat owners, please educate yourself on this one. My girls are too precious to me to not at least give this a read!

On iTunes: Crystal Method, “Caterpillar”

LeeAnn challenged us to take the first sentence of our first post of each month in 2004. This is bittersweet, because it involves reading things I archived that have been too painful to look at in quite some time. This does NOT include my “draft” (private) entries that never made it into the blogosphere.

January:
B and P have invited us over later for the traditional pork festival — of course, they had their own little pork festival in my bathroom shortly after midnight — damn it, I can’t believe I wasn’t the first person to have sex (with a partner, let’s make that clear!) in my own apartment!!!

February:
I am not publishing that idiot’s submissions until Satan becomes editor of The Pearly Gate Times.

March:
P and B invited me to dinner last night — they had something special to ask me: they are planning a marriage ceremony for May 15, and B asked me to be the maid of honor. *sniff*

April:
You know that when four cows are grazing on the runway that you’re about to land on at (unnamed airport), you’re not exactly entering a booming metropolis.

May:
My rambunctious kitten Kadi tore out the screen door to the balcony so she could get a tan on the balcony while I was out this afternoon, so the little shit is sitting in her cage right now so that I can keep the door open until I get a new screen, whenever the apartment management decides that will happen.

June:
I have absolutely nothing to say today.

July:
Did the Smithsonian Folklife Festival yesterday.

August:
Speeding tickets, titty bars and injuries: how I will remember A’s 29th birthday.

September:
Sometimes, you just have to stand still for a moment and let the wind pick you up and carry you to your next destination.

October:
Not much to say other than that I am home, and home is in fact Washington, D.C. … not for lack of other offers.

November:
23 miles in 11 minutes:. that’s how fast I drove today from Fairfax City to my abode when my apartment management called to inform me that my younger cat Kadi was loose.

December:
If only more people were this cognizant of what they have and what it’s like for those with so much less.

Author’s note: That sums it up pretty well. Calamities and cat antics. 😉 How was YOUR year?

On iTunes: Ani DiFranco, “When Doves Cry”

It is a nice idea to give people an AMC gift card. I have one, so I’ve been enjoying a few “free” flicks to get me out of the house.

That said, I’m SO glad I wasn’t the one who paid for my ticket to see “White Noise.” It made “Spanglish” (which I saw a few days ago) seem like cinematic genius in comparison.

I admit I liked most of “White Noise.” Michael Keaton grew up in Pittsburgh (as did I, for the unfamiliar), so by default I am a fan of his. 🙂 Story was good. I picked it based on the fact that I wonder how much in my head is just garbage as opposed to vibes that I should really be picking up on. After that film, I will gladly never try to contact anyone who has passed! The story is fairly realistic, which I like and that’s why it scared the shit out of me at times. 🙂 Although, this reminds me why I need to stick to drama and comedy and the occasional romance story — they’re way easier on the nerves! It was compelling. Gotta give them that. I’m not here to debate whether EVP is real or not, but it’s possible in my mind, and I think I’m going to spend less time watching my non-cable-enabled TV because the sight of snow will probably send me into horrific convulsions now. 🙂

The end leaves you hanging by a noose. It was probably the only way it could end (*cough cough I smell a sequel cough cough*). The couple next to me exclaimed, “That’s it?!?!” while I ever-so-eloquently blurted out, “What the fuck?” I mean, “Closer” had a strange ending, but it somehow seemed appropriate — you were kind of left in a lurch because you knew that, even if that movie went on for another eight hours, the characters still wouldn’t have resolved their lives. The film editor simply just had to cut the head off of the beast and let it die. With “White Noise,” I got the feeling that the writers were sick of writing and just said, “Stop. NOW!” and hence, the film ended.

That said, I’m cutting off the head of this entry, ’cause I am not one to kiss see a movie and tell any more details than are overly necessary. 😉

Oh, but wait
I just want to wave a finger at the moron who blocked my car into its spot at the theater. I parked at a corner. A 90 degree angle that is filled with grass (not THAT kind) and cars park opposite each other. I was happily snug in my spot when I had this overwhelming urge to, gee I don’t know, go home. 🙂 The idiot who was parked perpendicularly to me saw fit not to pull his car into his spot the whole way. So I dented it. 🙂 He even ran out to the car as I was trying valiantly to wriggle out of that spot without murdering any innocent fenders (because, alas, they would come to haunt me through my TV set tonight). He fiddled in the car and never moved it. I was calling out, “Are you INSANE? MOVE IT!” in my ever-so-patient Dawn kind of way. He moved, all right. He ran back to the theater. Apparently I should have clarified that I meant to move the car, not his ass.

I really didn’t dent it. I’d call it a love tap. I did dent somebody’s car whilst backing up, shortly before Christmas. You know, because I was already more than halfway outta the spot and the genius bitch decided to drive on the wrong side of the road and not stop for me. The insurance company said it was my fault because my anus lacks eyeballs. So, if I tend to get mad at other drives because they are assholes, realize it is because my insurance premiums rise because they don’t know how to operate their vehicles and get in my fucking way. They should know better! 😛

On iTunes: D.J. Ricey, “Castles in the Sky”