The backhoe operation on top of the dock is still slowly moving toward shore. Not sure when they'll pause for winter, but I suppose they'll aim to get as much done as possible before the snow starts to fly.
The demolition process has come far enough inland that spectators can easily see bits of rebar and the occasional tree sticking up through the broken concrete. (Or they can with a run-of-the-mill zoom option on their camera, anyway).
Babies! So many babies! Everyone I know is having babies!!!!*
First, for the ones having twins - peas in a pod photo props.
Having grown up with a mother who got a fair amount of jollies out of dressing her children up inridiculousoutfits, when I found the pattern for this, I couldn't resist. Next: a peas-in-a-pod related doodad for the older sister of one of the impending sets of twins (so she'd feel included).
Plus more baby hats!
And more baby hats!!
And a toddler-sized turkey hat for a little turkey I know...
Last but not least, after a hiatus from cross stitching, some trinkets for the impending tiny overlords. May their reigns over their respective households (and parents) be merciful.
(Seriously, how often am I going to know two couples expecting twins at the same time? I figured I may as well make hay while the sun shines.)
Tuesday, 1:55 P.M.: Large blanket in the road blocking the southbound lane. Update: picked up and deposited in the trash, lane cleared.
Tuesday, 4:13 P.M.: Report of a middle-aged male wearing shorts and no shirt yelling obscenities on the playground at Beaser School.
Wednesday, 12:12 P.M.: Caller would like to make a complaint about someone who had “destroyed her life” by saying that caller has her “blank” pierced.
Thursday, 5:37 P.M.: Caller reports her ex and his girlfriend drove past her residence and flipped their middle fingers at her.
Saturday, 4:54 P.M.: Caller reports Evergreen Shopper carrier with a child/juvenile riding in the trunk of the car; child would jump out of the trunk to deliver papers and then climb back in, car would continue on route and repeat.
Saturday, 11:03 P.M.: Caller reported hearing people yelling and saying "f-bombs.
Monday, 12:49 P.M.: Request for an officer to go and speak with someone about smoking near his oxygen machine. Heard from someone else that he was doing it again, and it already blew up once before.
READING: The Sandman: Preludes and Nocturnes by Neil Gaiman I've had several people recommend this to me over the years, and this feature on the AV Club finally spurred me to action. I just finished this first collection (containing issues 1-8), and I liked it, even if it's quite a bit darker than the comics I used to read back-in-the-day. (In middle school/high school/college, I was quite the Marvel/X-Men fangirl and blew a lot of my hard-earned money on the comics racks at Bunny's Books, the Piggly Wiggly & Pamida, depending on who managed to keep their shelves up-to-date at any given time. It was always kind of a crapshoot, tracking down comics in Ashland, but that might've been half the fun.) Moving on to the next volume soon... The Sharp, Sudden Decline of America's Middle Class by Jeff Tietz/Rolling Stone Should be required reading for anyone complaining about stuff like food stamps and other government aid programs. Our economic crisis is so much more complicated and nuanced than soundbites on TV can capture, and I thought this profile of some homeless people living in a parking lot in southern California was brilliant and heartbreaking. Greed and Debt: The True Story of Mitt Romney and Bain Capital by Matt Taibbi/Rolling Stone And this should be required reading for anyone waffling over who to vote for. I can understand people of various political stripes not wanting to vote for Obama, but I don't know how anyone can be for Romney. Romney's not even for Romney -- Romney just parrots whatever popular opinions are blowing on the breeze at the moment (see: his primary season debates with the wingnuts last winter where he said stuff like "I was an extremely conservative governor," and how he now presents himself as the most moderate moderate ever to grace the state of Massachusetts). Mitt, Mitt, full of shit.
Year Zero by Rob Reid Aliens have been stealing Earth's music since the 1970s. Then they figure out that since they broke a bunch of U.S. copyright laws, they owe us about a gajillion dollars, or all the money in the universe and then some, basically. Hijinks ensue. This reads like Douglas Adams' Hitchhiker's Guide stuff -- a fun, fast read.
My Life in France by Julia Child I kept bumping into that Julie & Julia movie on TV late this summer -- I still hate the Julie parts because she's entirely too self-absorbed and whiny to sympathize with, but the Julia portions with Meryl Streep and Stanley Tucci are still pretty freakin' delightful (and just serve to really make me wish they'd dumped the pouty-narcissist-food-blogger angle completely ). Anyway, seeing that inspired me to read one of Child's books, and this seemed like a good place to start since I was more interested in a narrative than a cookbook. I've never been to France, but this made me want to go someday, so hey, job well done, Julia Child.
WATCHING: Cabin In the Woods I'm not a big horror movie person, at all -- not that I'm easily spooked, but if I'm going to spend time watching a movie, I'd rather it made me laugh. Well, this did make me laugh, and it also grossed me out, but in a very subversive, entertainingly-gross sort of way. It's not quite what it seems.
The Five-Year Engagement I'm not a big romantic comedy person, either, but I really loved this. It's too long -- they should've shaved about 20-30 minutes off because it gets a little padded toward the end -- but I loved the characters and where their story took them. (One of my favorite scenes: the Elmo/Cookie Monster discussion near the end. Laughed out loud.)
Moonrise Kingdom It's not my favorite Wes Anderson movie (if I had to pick, I'd go with The Life Aquatic), but I really liked this. It reminded me of one of my favorite children's books, Bridge to Teribithia, and of playing in the big ravine
by my house when I was a kid -- that sense of just being outside, on my
own, able to hike and climb and explore whatever I wanted.
The Dick Van Dyke Show (season 1)/Arrested Development (seasons 1-3)/Community (seasons 1-3) marathons - Dick Van Dyke - because I'd never seen it, other than some Nick at Nite reruns years ago - Arrested Development - because I hadn't watched the whole thing in a couple of years - Community - because it didn't come back on October 19th and I needed a fix
Project Runway/Project Runway All-Stars I'm so bored with these. The contestants on the cycle that just ended had potential, but the 90-minute format is just sucking the everloving life out of the show -- instead of showing us more of the designers' creative processes from challenge to challenge, the show is just showing us more of the designers saying how great Project Runway is over & over. It's like a snake eating its own tail. (John Teti's AV Club reviews of this show are the only thing that's still keeping me watching it sometimes -- they're so, so funny.) And why, for the love of god, is a season of All-Stars on literally the week after a regular season ended? Too soon! Give the shows (and the audience) some breathing room! (It probably doesn't help that I honestly can't remember who half of the people on the All-Stars version are. It's hard to care who wins.)
The Office Way better than last season so far. It's still not what it was in its prime, and there are still some issues with how inconsistently Andy behaves as a character/boss (now, it's like they're turning him into a Michael Scott clone, what with the nonsensical staff meetings and even going so far as to make him have a feud with Tobey -- where did that come from?). But at least this year, it seems like there's an endgame in mind, and like there are actual plotlines being developed with some sense of purpose. Last season was bedlam.
ETC.: - Another turkey hat! This one was for my friend Shannon's boyfriend Brad, whose family has some sort of cockamamie Thanksgiving hat contest.
- Lots more crocheted doodads fresh out of the hopper, but most were baby presents that are currently in-transit to their new homes so pictures will have to wait a bit.
Charlie and my Grandma Rosie came from a big family (I've written about them before), but Charlie was one of a kind.
Well, technically, he was two of a kind.
Charlie & his twin brother Tom were the second and third youngest kids in the family -- Rosie was already twenty years old when they were born (and had her first baby at about the same time her mother was having her last, my great aunt Pat). And as if being twins didn't already make them stand out, they came into a family that was overrun with girls. Bossy, chattering, quick-with-a-laugh girls. Talk about a built-in audience for a couple of little brothers!
Charlie always had a twinkle in his eye and a trick up his sleeve, and he'd take all that bossing-around from his sisters in stride. Helpful and kind but always ready with a joke -- no wonder all of his nieces and nephews (and great-nieces and great-nephews) loved it when he'd show up down on Water Street.
We're all going to miss him an awful lot, but I hope wherever he is, he's laughing. I'll bet he is.
Saturday, 1:15 P.M.: Person stopped at the Ashland jail to speak to the sheriff about what will be done with the roundabout during Apple Fest as she believes it will cause problems.
Saturday, 10:30 P.M.: Caller reports three elementary aged females dancing very provocatively in the middle of the street.
Sunday, 11:27 A.M.: Resident reports oven fire; no flames showing,
large amount of black smoke coming from inside, believes back wall
behind oven may be on fire. The two occupants are directed to leave the
residence. Update: second call from resident reported the bottom of
her pie fell onto the oven element.
Monday, 8:57 A.M.: Neighbor's cat keeps coming into caller's yard, taunting the birds that she feeds.
Tuesday, 8:15 P.M.: Open air 911 misdial, sounded like someone riding in a car. Country music could be heard, and then a female voice stated "KFC pot pies are good."
Wednesday, 11:54 P.M.: Bartender reports an irate male patron who was threatening to throw a pool ball at others. Subject was kicked out and is front of the bar. Update: cue ball was found.
Friday, 7:59 P.M.: Would like to know if an officer can come and breathalyze his 26 year-old son. He believes his son has been drinking and there’s a rule in the house that there is no drinking.
Saturday, 1:32 P.M.: Caller requests permission from officer to sit in the ditch by his parents' house. Caller would like to wait with a shotgun and shoot out the radiator on the getaway car when they try to steal his parents' mailbox.
Have I seen Here Comes Honey Boo Boo? Yes. Am I proud of it? No. Will I watch it again? Absolutely. (You know, for all the hand-wringing, at least the family on the show gets along and seems to genuinely enjoy spending time together...even if that time together is spent mud-skipping on four wheelers and eating butter-and-ketchup-covered spaghetti. They are not refined people, the Boo Boos.)
Monday, 2:52 A.M.: 911 call from motorist reporting suspicious subjects
- one hanging from rope, and the other looking down at the person
holding the rope. Update: officers arrived on scene and advised they
were mannequins for the Halloween contest.
My friend Ranger Bob posted a link to this on Facebook today, and I laughed 'til I was crying. It got to the point where I had to just close it down and save it for after work, because if I'd kept reading, somebody would've either noticed my face getting red or they would've heard me gasping, trying (and failing) not to audibly bust out giggling.
Basically, it's screengrabs of postings people make on Facebook (and elsewhere) taking stories from The Onion literally. Very literally. It's hilarious...and a little horrifying, in the sense that it always shocks me that people haven't heard of The Onion by now. And that their reading comprehension skills are so abysmal.
(And how quick they are to react to something in a knee-jerk sort of way, especially the political stuff. Some of the anti-Obama stuff is downright depressing, like the fact that people would believe he's hiding a secret 19 year-old son that he'd suddenly trot out at a national convention...or that he committed a double-homicide. Or, well, this. Or this. I mean, jesus christ, people. Only a paranoid nutbag or a complete dope could read that and think it's for real! I mean, fine, you don't have to like Obama, but to be so cynical as to take that stuff at face value? Whackadoodle.) My favorites are the ones that believed the headline "George W. Bush Returns to America After Spending 4 Years in the Himalayas" ("it's
actually quite cool that his mind has reached a higher state of
consciousness"), and the ones who were outraged by "Shroud of Turin Accidentally Washed With Red Shirt" ("whose idea was it to include the shroud in the weekly laundry??"). Oh, god, and "Scientists Successfully Teach Gorilla It Will Die Someday" ("our tax dollars at work, I'll bet"). So earnest! So