Friday, April 27, 2012

What's making me happy this week.


They're ba-ack...


I'll admit it: I've dabbled in some of the other "Housewives" franchises.  Beverly Hills is ridiculous/entertaining.  Atlanta's good for some laughs.  New York is too bitchy.  I can't tell anyone apart on Orange County.  (And Miami...please.  The best part about it was the lady who looked like a cross between the cat lady and Vincent on "Beauty and the Beast."  Give her a show!) 

But New Jersey...I love them despite myself.  I don't know why they charm me so, but as Sunday evening fast approaches, I honestly have a hard time picking out which to watch first -- Mad Men, or this.  It's like standing in the chip aisle at the grocery store, trying to decide whether I want to spring for organic corn puffs, or grab the two-for-$4.00 Doritos and spend the night licking orange dust off my fingers.  One is delicious and filling; the other is irresistible and leaves me feeling filthy.

Will Season 4 deliver the goods?  Will it impart onto the zeitgeist anything as timeless and enduring as "The Last Supper"? 


God, I hope so.



Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Police blotter.


Monday, 10:40 P.M.:
  Caller requires assistance in removing her cat from a tree.

Wednesday, 8:07 A.M.:  Tenant complains that a truck was picking up garbage at 5:30 this morning and he thought that was too early and that it violated the city's noise ordinance.

Wednesday, 9:15 P.M.:  Caller has concerns about a young male that has been standing around by her house the last couple of days.  States he doesn't do anything, but he stands there and this makes her nervous.

Friday, 10:27 A.M.:  Caller said cat is hiding under neighbor's house, but doesn't want it back right now because it's acting crazy.

Friday, 11:29 A.M.: Report of two bear cubs and mom in a tree with kids taunting them.

Sunday, 12:04 P.M.:
  Caller would like an officer to go over to their neighbor's house and tell those people to clean up the newspapers.  Update: one newspaper was in the yard. Officer picked up the newspaper and put it on the porch.


Monday, April 23, 2012

As high as a first grader's eye.


The little wall outside Beaser School.

This little wall seemed a thousand feet tall to me when I first started going to kindergarten at Beaser.  I was short and chubby and uncoordinated, and I remember feeling like it would be a Really Big Deal to finally be able to climb on top of it someday (like the big kids!).  And it was! (Even though I think it took me until about the third or fourth grade to finally scale it.)  Funny how such a little architectural blip became such a Big Deal.

April 23.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Oredock demolition update.


Things aren't looking radically different since the last time I posted pictures of the Oredock, except that the tips of the lowered chutes on the eastern side have all been cut off.

Before (3/15/2012):
Little wind shelter on top.

After (4/10/2012):
April 10.

Police blotter.


Sunday, 4:26 P.M.:
  Report of male driving a "gas powered contraption."

Monday, 2:52 A.M.:  911 caller would like an officer to tell his brother to shut up.

Tuesday, 4:47 P.M.: Report of horse and buggy westbound on 3rd Street.  Caller was unsure if this was legal or not.

Tuesday, 6:30 P.M.:  Caller would like to know why she has to pick up her dog's droppings when she walks it, but the people down the road don't have to pick up after their horses.

Wednesday, 7:39 P.M.:  Caller requested an officer to remove his 18 year-old daughter, who was "being mouthy and won't listen."

Friday, 5:50 A.M.:  Suspicious caller asking how good the medical care is in jail, if he should get in trouble and end up there.


Monday, April 09, 2012

Easter critters.


April 7.

Another bunny!  This one was for my friends' toddler, Elenore (hence the lack of beady pink button eyes to chew on). 

Next, a project two years in the making (mostly just because I forgot to do it last year):  loving tributes to the Easter Beaver mailed off to my friend Emily's kids out in Montana.

Easter Beavers for Em's kids.

Tails.
What's that?  You've never heard of the Easter Beaver?  Well, read on.

The Easter Beaver.

Sunday, April 08, 2012

What's making me happy this week.


As a part of my ongoing efforts to (A.) write more and (B.) write more often, I'm stealing an idea from one of my favorite podcasts:  Pop Culture Happy Hour's "What's Making Us Happy."  At the end of each week's show, the panel members each go around and list some piece of pop culture ephemera that's, well, making them happy that week.  Sometimes it's something they saw on TV, sometimes it's a movie they're looking forward to, sometimes it's a paragraph in a book or magazine article that caught their eye. It's kind of a happy-go-lucky catch-all.

So, what's making me happy this week?  This.

Jerky.

That, my friends, is a screenshot from one of my ultimate guilty pleasures: Dance Moms. Yes, I know it's horrible.  It's a horrible, terrible show.  I feel dirty for watching it.  Tsk-tsk and all that.  But if I wasn't watching it, I would have missed seeing a little girl dancing around in a nude-colored leotard with hunks of beef jerky stapled to it, filming a commercial for a beef jerky store.  Did you know that stores devoted solely to the manufacture and selling of beef jerky even existed?  Neither did I.  So obviously, this commercial they were working on is crucial if we've any hope of reviving America's beef jerky industry in this tough economy.

In short:  watching Dance Moms makes me an American hero.

Tuesday, April 03, 2012

365: April 3.


I don't take as many pictures as I used to.  I don't write as much on this blog as I used to, either.  I'd like to do better at both of these things. 

And so, here's my plan: take one photo every day between today and April 3, 2013.  I won't put one on the blog every day, because, well, I know how my attention span works and I don't want to turn this into a chore.  But if I take one I really like, it might find its way over here.  Otherwise, I'll be posting them in my Flickr stream right over here.

So...here we go.  Day one.
April 3, 2012.
Ashland skyline, Maslowski Beach.


33.


Today, I'm 33.  I like to think of it as my double-golden-birthday.  Or maybe my golden birthday times eleven.  I'm not entirely sure of the protocol for golden birthdays and don't really remember mine (since I was only three), but I figure it's my birthday so I get to make this stuff up as I go.

"Not another lamb cake!"

It's been an anticlimactic day so far.  Nothing special, really.  The thing is, I really love birthdays.  My birthday, other people's birthdays.  Birthdays are awesome.  Even if it's just another ordinary weekday, and I wake up and I have to go to work and do all the normal crap I have to do, there's something about waking up on my birthday that feels different.  The room looks different, the world feels a little wonderful and strange.  And I don't really feel any hang-ups about getting older -- I have hang-ups about a lot of other things, but age has always seemed like just a number to me more than some set-in-stone, "this is how you should feel now" sort of concept. There have been times in my life where I've felt a lot older than my age, and times when I've felt a lot younger...it's all relative.  Besides, I figure making it to another birthday sure beats the alternative.

I really don't like to be the center of attention, though.  I don't want to be surrounded by waiters, clapping like a bunch of monkeys, singing some horrible song that they don't want to be singing and I don't want to be listening to. 

Tonight, I'll go out to dinner with some friends who, thankfully, know me well enough to know to keep the song-and-dance waitstaff away.  I'll open some presents at home, sit down & watch the Daily Show, and plot what Year 33 should look like.  Will it look much different than Year 32?  I hope so -- like I said, it's mine and I get to make this stuff up as I go.