So we got a new couch! It’s big and brown and soft. Here’s a brown boy sitting on it.
Monthly Archives: October 2007
I love Andy and Meg Weber.
Andy’s known Andy (aka Webby) since about the sixth grade. What brought them together? They’re two guys named Andy who have an obsession with music and deep thinking. That, and their parents introduced them. My first “memory” of Webby (not truly a memory since it’s from a picture of him in a photo album) is him with long curly hair, looking like he was having a homo-erotic moment with John Hazard on a bunk bed somewhere. I tease Andy about that moment way too much. Cuz it’s fun! Anyway, I can’t remember exactly when I met him, but I know I met Meg around the time she and Andy got married. And that was about…seven years ago? Help me out Meg. 🙂 (Andy was a groomsman in their wedding, and I think that our relationship was kind of shaky during this period because even though Meg encouraged me to try and catch the bouquet, I declined.)
ETA: Anyway, somehow we all ended up in Oregon (they in Eugene, us in Portland…we’re in Vancouver for a minute, but back to Portland we go!) and we have to drive 2 hrs to see each other. Lately it’s been mostly them doing the driving, but we’re hoping to make a trip to Eugene soon. Last weekend they made us some great food, we played Scattergories and took too many pictures of Z the mighty, among other things. Wacky fun…
I am so glad to call them my friends. Btw, Meg cracks my shit. UP. And in a nineties kind of world..I’m GLAD I’VE GOT MY GIRL! We are living….married….(Bethany?)
Here’s more sepia good times:
Aaaaand now I have the stomach flu. Dear God, please tell me this is it for a while. I’d like to know what it’s like to not feel like total shit for a bit. KThanx.
Um…Emmy? You just took a HUGE bite out of Imogen Heap. You know it and I know it. Everyone knows it. How does it feel to be a biter?
I love that even though running in slow motion looks cool, you probably looked like a massive DORK running through that crowd of people trying to be ethereal. And how many times has the naked tumble in the bedsheets been done?
*keeps watching* Oh wow. That huge breath at the end? A little much.
This movie looks awesome. Too many classic lines to count. Gets double points for having Michael Cera and Jason Bateman in it. No, I’m not a huge Arrested Development fan. Yes, I loved Superbad and have loved Jason since his Hogan days.
This movie looks rancid. Moondance??? For real? Best line from the preview: “There’s no way she could win. Not on that horse!” Wanna bet she does? Wanna? Man, I don’t get the whole teenage girl-pony friendship thing, yet they keep churning that shit into movies. No one gets the girl, no one gets the horse. They’re outsiders, drawn together. Based on a true story? Some girl sees a ramshackle horse and turns him into a thoroughbred! Totally didn’t see that coming.
I never wanted a pony as a kid. A panda would’ve been nice.
There’s an actress named Merrin Dungey who is from my hometown. She’s ten years older than me and didn’t go to my school, but she DID go to the rival school (which happened to be the whitest school ever possible, so much so that when I was on campus for some yearbook related class, all 5 of the black kids in the school bumrushed me and asked if I was attending. They were practically salivating. I almost felt bad saying no.) So that’s exciting. I stopped watching Alias after she left the show, and I’ve seen her occasionally on The King of Queens. Summerland…eh. No thanks.
Anyway, she looks great for her age, but has kind of a scary mouth sometimes. I like her though. She was supposed to play Naomi on the Grey’s Anatomy spin-off Private Practice but they ended up replacing her with Audra McDonald (who I also really like), who supposedly had more “chemistry” with Kate Walsh. Why couldn’t they bump that Judging Amy chick and replace her with Audra (Yeah, yeah, I know…doesn’t solve the “chemistry” issue. But go with it)? Since they’re all about the colorblind casting. Oh, only have room for one black woman? Too bad. They must not have gotten the memo that Merrin is like, REALLY REALLY good at playing the black best friend. She can even switch it up and play an evil version of herself, pretending to still be the sweet BBFF she always was, until one day she ate the wrong ice cream and it was ON.
Besides Girlfriends (which is on Sunday nights on the friggin’ CW, also known as Where all the black people on television are relegated to for the entire week) I have yet to see a show where a black woman is the lead character. And a full hour show would be nice, not a half hour comedy shown only on Sunday nights and mostly on BET. We all know black people can be funny people! Give me something to really sink my teeth into. Why can’t blacks play roles where they’re not barking orders or shufflin’ and jivin’ to make people laugh, where they’re not being used as a foil for the main character, basically playing second fiddle forever and a day, where their lot in life is to be something other than a human prop for old girl? Why must black women ALWAYS be the sidekick?
I remember when Grey’s Anatomy was getting touted around as this colorblind doctor drama; every article, every interview crowed about the diverse casting. Gee look! A black chief of medicine! Black people who are in positions of power! A black man with an Asian woman…it’s so cutting edge my head just exploded! First off: the show is centered around 5 interns and their struggles. Of those 5 interns, 4 are white. Then you bring in 3 background black characters in positions of power as if that’s something incredible to behold. You’ve done nothing so far that I’m impressed at. It would’ve been nice to see a black intern, quaking in his/her boots, in the prime of life: young, attractive, easy-going. Hell, throw in 2 or 3! And who hasn’t seen a black man and an Asian woman together? Yeah, still not impressed.
I’d say 99.9% of the shows I watch now have a BBFF. It’s so progressive to have a show with a white main character and their one black best friend, but bad marketing to have a black main character. Really want to pat yourselves on the backs people? (Wo)Man up and put some black people in the forefront!
I found a blog that said a lot of what I’m saying here…funny how many people can have the same notions. Don’t agree with the Merrin vs. Audra thing, though.
That word? That’s how I’ve felt the last few weeks. I got sick a couple of days before my birthday and it’s still hanging on. LOVE! IT! And wouldn’t you know it, I gave Z whatever I had. And Andy got what I had in his EYE. So it’s been rough. Exhaustion+cold/flu/whatever this is+extreme depression=ASS. Yeah. It hasn’t been a fun last couple of weeks.
The weekend before my birthday I was feeling fine. Andy, Zain and I had dropped by Dania and bought a couch. Andy knew how much I’ve been wanting one and decided that we should splurge. Sweet boy. By that night I was feeling a tickling in the back of my throat. I spent my birthday in bed, a very VERY unbirthday to me. Sore throat, light fever, achy body, hot flashes and chills. I spent most of the day lying down and the other half trying to see if I could get in to see a doctor, any doctor. I had to call my insurance twice and recite my birth date twice and neither person said, “Oh hey. Happy birthday.” Should I care that random strangers didn’t wish me a happy birthday? Probably not. But I was pretty down, feeling weak and sorry for myself. I hated that I couldn’t get dressed up and celebrate turning 27 with my family.
Anyway, I’m feeling better, but not quite out of my blue mood just yet. I hate hearing Z cough and not be able to do anything about it. Yesterday he got his second round of shots. I was surprised at how well he did…until yesterday night when Andy and I went out to eat. We ended up getting our food to go, he was crying so loud. It unnerved me so much that I couldn’t finish my dinner when we finally got home; I went upstairs with Z and passed out. It’s the first night I’ve been to sleep before ten in a while. I should do it more often, for obvious reasons.
What else? Well, my hair keeps falling out in handfuls, making me feel like some kind of cancer patient. Good thing I decided to sport bangs recently. It keeps the front looking fuller. Man…pregnancy really does a number on you! I am literally no longer myself, and I wonder if I will ever be again. I wonder who I’ll be after 2 or 3 more?
The next post will be happier.