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The problem with music dvds
mood:   dirty
Today is May 30. The problem with music dvds, my friends, is that I rent them from Netflix and do not watch them right away. In fact, I generally must be in a fairly precise mood to want to watch them. So then I in essence only have a two-at-a-time plan, until that mood strikes and I can finally watch it and send it back. Right now I'm watching British Rock Symphony, a music dvd which Netflix estimates I have had since May the 4th. Darlene Love (late of Christmastime for the Jews) is belting out the Rolling Stones tune "Jumpin' Jack Flash" (although in my opinion, more in the style of Peter Frampton). So I am glad I am finally watching it, both because it is pretty good and also so I can get it sent the heck back to "Nearest Netflix Shipping Facility." In this song now, The Beatles' "Blackbird," you can totally hear someone playing the bells, but the fool director has not cut to a shot of the musician! Blasphemy!!


Treasures of the old lady store
mood:   relieved
Today is May 27. After work I walked through the store so I could say goodbye to the peoples. Then instead of going right out to my car, I walked around a bit on the first floor. A bejeweled pineapple purse caught my eye in the window of Draper's and Damon's, one of a handful of old-lady-type stores we have in the mall. I went in, determined to find it. I walked around the store but couldn't find it. I did, however, manage to spy an ivory handkerchief-hem skirt. They had XL in petite (suck) and L in regular. So i grabbed both and tried them on. Went for length over width. So then I went to check out, I asked if they had any more of the piney purse. The salesperson just went to the window and grabbed that one for me, so that was nice.

Came on home, cranked up the AC, and now I'm just relaxing. No real plans for the evening, so we'll see what develops.


Brilliant.......ideas.......must........share with........internets
mood:   excited
Today is May 20. Hade a couple good ideas I wanted to make note of. Of course, in the ensuing time between which I thought of them, sat down on my couch, started up my music, read a couple cartoons, and telnetted in, I have forgotten on of them. But here goes with the one I do remember.
"Any Camper letters You know how, during wars, thoughtful citizens who want to support the troops (and I mean actually *support* them in some way, not just sticking a mag ribbon on their SUV) can mail letters or care packages to "any soldier" or "any sailor" etc? Like you put whatever inside and then they give it out to someone who maybe doesn't get any mail or packages? On a smaller scale, I thought it would be cool if you could send letters and packages to your old summer camp, addressed to "any camper." I mean, it's a yittle bit creepy, to have an adult sending stuff to campers, but if they knew you, and knew you used to go there, the camp people would probably be cool with it.
I still can't remember the other thing! Maybe i should go back to bed so I can think of it, heh.

later well, here is something. It's not the idea I had before, but just go with it. My coffee table has this lattice-work on the sides, with about 2x2 inch holes. C-po was stretching up onto the coffee table to sniff for possible foodstuffs, and he had one paw(pad) on top, and the other in one of the gaps in the side. I looked at him and thought he would have made an excellent ship's cat back in the day. You know, ships' cats? They hung out on board and ate the rats below deck and stuff. And climbing on the rigging would, I think, be an integral part of that. Since we don't have a rigging around here, C-po has demonstrated his skill on the coffee table. It all makes perfect sense.


I ship Cox/Kellerman
mood:   relaxed
Today is May 17. i'm watching Homicide, the first part of the season 5 finale. It unfortunately features the first appearance of the False One - greasy det. Paul Falsone. Although right now they are interrogating the future Cyril O'Reilly so that is pretty cool. Scott William Winters proves he can do more than just the 'tard voice; he can also talk like a weird, lisping pimp.

So....I have to work tomorrow and then I'll get an enjoyable 3-day weekend. Don't really have any plans yet though. Maybe Thank You For Smoking at the Fleur? Dad said he saw it and it was pretty good. I am still fighting the dang old cold I caught as a result of standing out in the rain in Chicago. Yes, we went to see the Conan taping on Thursday. Shawn and I both put our names in; they drew RH for Tues and CM for Thurs. For some reason Tuesday didn't work so we made all the plans to go for Thursday. Can you imagine how peeved I was when I saw that Cheap Trick was the musical guest on Tuesday??!! Luckily, John C. Reilly and Conan belting out Paper Lace's "The Night Chicago Died" was incredibly badass, so that was neat. You can read some Chicago Trib lady's blog entry about it here, there's some whining in the comments, whatever. You can also check out someone's flickr photoset from the Tuesday taping, or read a Sun-Times article from Thursday.

What else, what else.....I got some three dollar pizza at the grocery store yesterday. Tombstones, 3/9. I baked one today for supper. Delicious.


Hecho en México
mood:   happy
Today is May 10. A good thing about our country becoming more diverse: more delicious pineapple beverages for me. At the store the other day I picked up some "Barrilitos artificially flavored pineapple soda" in a glass bottle. Today after my run I opened it up and it was very refreshing! I have had another Mexican pineapple pop before, Jarritos, but I think this one is even better. Since I can never find Pineapple Fanta or Crush or anything around here, and Jones doesn't do the Pineapple Upside Down soda anymore, I think I will stick with the "little barrel."

I was doing some research on different types of pineapple pop and I found a message board devoted to Beverage Discussions. The best thing about it, besides pointing out other brands of pineapple pop and where to find them, was the signature of poster "glassbottlesrule" which reads "If it's in glass, it probably kicks a@*" That just made me smile. It's just awesome the different things that people can get obsessed with. Earlier today I was reading about Train spotting, which isn't just a movie with incomprehensible accents, folks. Basically they like to look at and photograph trains, and maintain lists of trains and train accessories they have seen of photographed.


Kickin' it with some G's on the west si-ide
mood:   indescribable
Today is May 3. Welcome to Rachel's blog of vulgarity. The following is a list of some weird terms that I have been thinking of. I wanted to share them in a little piece I like to call "Rachel's blog of vulgarity"

  1. dicktree This is a supposed insult I have created but so far never used. I think it means someone who was a dickweed, but then they somehow made it worse, and blossomed into a full-grown dicktree.
  2. Owls are assholes This comes from a headline that I spotted in one of their books. It has always stuck with me because I thought it was pretty funny. I have been seeing ads for this movie called Hoot about these teens who want to save some owls. And my first thought was "Why would they want to save owls? Owls are assholes!" But apparently the owls they are helping are burrow owls, and EVERYBODY know the burrow owl lives. in a hole. In the ground. So I guess that makes it OK?
  3. Um, I thought I had something else, but I guess not. Just check out season 3 episode 10 of Curb Your Enthusiasm. Or go read some Natalie Dee


My friggin leg hurts
mood:   tired
Today is May 2. I have been on a kick of either walking around the neighborhood or walking/running on the treadmill. It is mostly fun because I get to listen to music either way, and if I'm outside I can explore my neighborhood, and if I'm inside I can be challenged like a mofo with messing around with the speed and the incline. Now I'm apparently paying for it because my right leg is all achy. You can find me in the club, bottle full of bubb, my friggin leg hurts and it could use a rub. Or maybe just ONE tylenol PM.

So what is new. Went to Silent Hill at the Jordan Creek 20. It was pretty creepy. I did the thing where I look away during the visually upsetting parts. I do *not* need insane imagery burned into my brain. Luckily I did not have nightmares or dwell on it too much like can sometimes happen. Found out the Phillips 66 station by my house is closed - boo. Went to the new one over on 22nd and University and they had this huge display of Gatorade that said "You don't have to be sweating, just thirsty." Finally, Mitch gets his vindication. (And his Riptide Rush, Glacier Freeze, or Lemon Lime, as it were)

Now I want to do a thing for you with musics.



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