Maher. Savage. Huckabee.

Baby Mama

I love Tina Fey. I love Sigourney Weaver. More often than not I laugh at Amy Poehler. Can't wait.

review: cloverfield

This question must be raised: How did the relative "indie" Cloverfield ($25 million) manage such superiour special effects next to, say, I Am Legend (not $25 million)?

oscar?

stretching my editorial muscles in hopes of getting some more magazine work

rise up with fists / thinkg big (studies)

Mortgage + Canvas + Paint x times = digital painting studies:

downfall

leaking information

Given a recent pipe leak and dishwasher/drain incident, we've decided to just finish redoing all the plumbing. This includes installing a laundry sink to wash my brushes in, as well as a water softener. It's also made redoing the guest bathroom more of a priority (since the pipes are already being tinkered with).

One of the main TO DO's of the house has always been the guest bathroom's leaky showerpan. The whole bathroom was redone in the 70's, so it's tacky and leaky with a fair bit of wood rot where the counter and shower met. One unexpected discovery did occur today though: under the horrid vinyl tile sits the original hexagon tile of the 1920's.

PRO: Awesome tile that was probably going to be simulated at a later date still exists thanks to a cheap corner-cutting renovation.
CON: The vinyl was affixed with asbestos. Or, I should say, a$be$to$.

And so it continues.

I can't tell you how happy I am that we bought a house that required some maintenance instead of a major fixer-upper. I really can't. I'm not sure how our friends Greg and Rob (Grob) are doing it.

sweeney todd

nosey

After a nice little date night, Boy and I were walking back to our car when some shouting began wafting through the air.

BOY: Do you hear that?
ME: The shouting? Yeah. Wait.
BOY: Did he just scream "you fucked her" or "motherfucker?"
ME: I don't know. I can't tell if its a domestic disturbance or someone watching a football game.
BOY (pointing): I think it's coming from that house.
ME (trying to look): Stupid privacy hedges.

iowa

I am terrified by Mike Huckabee's win.

I'm not really on Team Obama or Team Hillary; I'd love either of them to win. I worry about both being viable rivals. I need them to join forces like the Wonder Twins.

I just can't have a gay-hating, gun-loving, war-supporting, former Pastor in the White House.

Don't tell me to move to Canada, I already know how much of a logistical nightmare it is.

the hoosiers

An incredibly catchy and diverse album. Thanks, England.

the hindsight

I know I've been a bad blogger, which is funny since this is really more for me than for you. A way to keep tabs on what's happening on my life when and where.

I didn't even do an obligatory Thanksgiving thankful post, and while I got my christmas cards out the day of my flight, I didn't even post anything here. Shameful of me. You'd think that after 5 years of blogging I'd have a routine down, but life gets in the way of ... writing about life. We all know life has been the house.

I have a fucking house. A HOUSE. How about putting THAT on the Thanksgiving list?

Between, moving, traveling, unpacking and home repairs, I haven't really had a chance to fully enjoy the house, Boy says he still isn't really there yet, but it's amazing. I was walking around the backyard today and it started to finally hit me.

Every New Year's you say "this is going to be my year," and I think that's always true, just never how you intended. Looking back on 2007 I notice that in that year I acquired a home, 2(!) new cars, and 2 dogs, which should be enough to quantify a year as a success.

So now that I'm writing this from my new house, from my new office, I'm going to say that 2008 is going to be my year again. Somehow.

Hell, 2008 is going to be OUR year, because I can probably count on 1 hand the things I don't do with Boy.