Thursday, November 24, 2005

I'm thankful for Dimples. (And wine coolers.)

Found this today in the vault...

Thanksgiving 2001. My first Thanksgiving away from home in first Thanksgiving meal sitting at a non-kids' first Thanksgiving with a shaved head...

...and, my first Thanksgiving with DIMPLES!

Dimples, of course, is Richard "Dimples" Fields, the singer/songwriter of such classic hits as "People Treat You Funky (When You Got No Money)," "Dog or Hog, (!)" "She's Got Papers On Me," "Neckgrabber" (?!?), and "Dear Mr. God." He's like the Wesley Willis (rest his soul) of R&B.

So not only did we have some def jams at Emily & Kevin's house...we also had wine coolers. Ahh, my wine cooler phase. That was a good couple of years.

Four years, my hair is long, the wine coolers are gone, and I'm back in Sconny...but fear not. For my Dimples LP shall be with me always. (Mostly because you can't even give that crap away.)

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Today, I become a dork.

Can you guess what this is attached to?

How about this?...

(It didn't originally read "LEMPO," by the way.)

If you guessed it was an guessed right!!! And I'm so proud of you!

Wait, sorry, I was having a flashback and thought I was talking to Owen... :+)

For today, a long-held dream of mine (well, for a couple of years, anyway) came, I become a dork.*

My old friend Lydia was in town for Thanksgiving, and she called me up to come over to her schoolhouse (no, really, she lives in a school--long story) & check it out. I figure if anyone knows accordians, it's Lydia--she did go to France to study the damn things, after all. It's nothing fancy, but it's in good shape, the bellows are in fine condition and all the keys work.'s GLITTERY. Everyone wins with glitter!!!

*Okay, that's grossly inaccurate, but I was going for dramatic effect.

Now, I just have to learn how to play. ;+)


The fish went on a lavish swim in the bathroom sink (don't tell my mother)...

(Is it obvious yet that I really, really need to get a job?)

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Suddenly, I feel saner than ever.

So I was just reading this newsletter I get about yarn (don't even start, I've already explained myself!), and all I can think is dude, what's up with the duck in a scarf?

I don't understand--did someone rescue a duck, then keep it as a pet, and make it a scarf to wear around the house? Because if they did, then I think we just found a whole new level of crazy beyond "crazy cat lady" crazy.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Al Roker, eat your heart out.

Why do I look like a meteorologist during hurricane season?

Yesterday we had some mighty powerful winds zipping down at us from Canada, topping out around 50 mph in the area (although I heard they hit a max of 47 mph around Ashland) curiosity led me down to the marina to see "how windy it was." It was, in fact, very windy. Windy enough to make walking forward a little difficult, windy enough to send big ol' badass waves up over the breakwater, windy enough to possibly blow a sailboat out of its winter drydocking stands. (See below.)

But, not windy enough to necessitate me having a cameraperson moor me down by hanging onto my legs.

A boat that I'm figuring fell over due to the high winds, although the stands it was resting on didn't look like the sturdiest things to begin with...

Another angle...

Looking northwest-ish, toward Washburn...I really don't think pictures alone do the justice to the magnitude of the whitecaps rolling in. Because it was really loud down there, and really wet.

When it gets really windy & rainy like it was yesterday, the clay on the bottom of the bay gets churned up in all the waves--thus, making the water look kind of reddish. We're on one of the more shallow parts of Lake Superior, and we're fairly well-protected by the Apostle Islands as well--but imagine how wild it must've been up north, out on the big

Incidently, today's also the anniversary of the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald...that Gordon Lightfoot song, it used to be playing on Safeway's muzak system about every third time I'd walk into that store out in Helena. Kind of an odd song to play to try to get people to buy more groceries, but whatever, maybe Safeway knows more about how morbid sea chanties affect their profit margins than I do. It always gave me this weird twinge of homesickness--which is probably a little strange, since it's a song about some pretty dark subject matter. But then again, I guess coming from a family that's had relatives out on the boats, and who knew some of the people on the Fitz, it served as some kind of touchstone for me out there, to remind me of home while I was away.

SO WINDY!!! You know, I really don't know if the pictures do it justice--it really doesn't capture how insanely loud the wind was, or how much water was flying around...

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Greatest news story ever.

Man Kills Buck With Bare Hands in Bedroom

Wed Nov 2, 6:21 PM ET

BENTONVILLE, Ark. - For 40 exhausting minutes, Wayne Goldsberry battled a buck with his bare hands in his daughter's bedroom.

Goldsberry finally subdued the five-point whitetail deer that crashed through a bedroom window at his daughter's home Friday. When it was over, blood splattered the walls and the deer lay dead on the bedroom floor, its neck broken.

Goldsberry was at his daughter's home when he heard glass breaking. He went back to check on the noise and found the deer.

"I was standing about like this peeking around the corner when the deer came out of the bedroom," said Goldsberry. The deer ran down the hall and into the master bedroom — "jumping back and forth across the bed."

Goldsberry, about 6-feet-1 and 200 pounds, entered the bedroom to confront the deer and, after a brief struggle, emerged to tell his wife to call police. After returning to the bedroom, the fight continued. Goldsberry finally was able to grip the animal and twist its neck, killing it.

Goldsberry, sore from the struggle, dragged the dead animal out of the house.

"He got kicked several times. He was walking bowlegged for a while," Deputy Doug Gay said.

At this time of year, a buck that sees its reflection in a window often charges, believing it is fighting off a rival, Gay said.

Goldsberry had the deer butchered.

"He's in the freezer," the man said before walking to the kitchen and showing off pounds of freshly wrapped venison.

What I love most about that story is that you could exchange Bentonville, Arkansas with pretty much any other location here in the Midwest, and the story would sound just as plausible. And let's face it, with a lot of stories that come out of Arkansas, that ain't always the case.

If this doesn't end up re-enacted on FOX's When Animals Attack! or spoofed on Family Guy, I'm going to be so disappointed.

(They're just lucky it wasn't one o' dem turdy point bucks...)

(Re: the Turdy Point Buck--it's a regional favorite on the radio around here during deer season by a band called Bananas At Large, not to be confused with Da Yoopers even though to be honest, it's hard for even the locals to tell the difference sometimes.)