Friday, October 28, 2005

Friday Frivzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

So sleepy.

  1. "Sleeping With the Lights On," Teitur

  2. "Even in My Dreams," Afro Celt Sound System

  3. "Dreaming," Blondie

  4. "Nightmare Girl," Aimee Mann

  5. "Asleep," The Smiths

  6. "Tired Eyes," Containe

  7. "Sandman," America

  8. "Sleeping Faster," Lo-Fidelity Allstars

  9. "I'm Only Sleeping," The Beatles

  10. "Letting the Cables Sleep," Bush

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Looking for a new way to screw up your kids?

This is disturbing on so many levels.

Let’s face it, we have all wondered from time to time what it would be like to be a little taller. We have wondered aloud or to ourselves if there was some magic potion or pill that could help us reach our loftiest potential. Perhaps, you do not want to be embarrassed by the fact your girlfriend is taller than you are when she wears heels. Perhaps, you girls wanted to be able to look your boyfriend in the eye when he kissed you. Perhaps, you just wanted to see over the steering wheel when you began to drive. Or perhaps you are a parent of an adolescent or young adult who is concerned about their height.

This company came to my attention when I heard an ad on the radio I could not believe. It was directed to parents, asking them whether they wanted their kids to be a little taller. Now, having seen the website, I can't decide which is worse:

That this company is marketing itself to impressionable kids as young as 12? (Actually, even younger if you take a look at the FAQ.) Or that it apparently sees a market in parents who think their kids' lives would be so much better if they could take a pill and magically grow taller?

I am not a tall person. I'm not even of average height. But if my son takes after me rather than my husband in the height department, you can bet your ass I'm not going to be putting ingredients in his body that it doesn't need, all the while conveying to him that it's only what's on the outside that's important.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Damn fine day

Woken up by the boy making various noises before 7 a.m., the little turd. But it's OK: yesterday, he let us sleep in till 8! I brought him into our bed, and we watched a little Sesame Street. After I showered, I called up NutsoRanter/PottyPhobe, and we decided to meet up for breakfast at a Silver Diner, just us and the kids, no spouses. Had a great breakfast, and talked about work and preschool/daycare. Immediately afterward, we both coincidentally wound up at the Barnes & Noble and hung out there reading kids' books for a bit.

For lunch, my dad came over and took us out to lunch at a Greek place I'd never been to before. The chicken souvlaki was great, as were the fries. Angry Boy took a good nap after lunch, while I worked on a brief and watched football (and I especially enjoyed seeing Clinton Portis do multiple cartwheels in the endzone).

When Angry Boy woke up, he wanted to watch a little Muppet Show (Dom Deluise). After that, it was time to read. A lot. We read:
  • The Cat in the Hat

  • Green Eggs and Ham

  • Madeline

  • Socks for Supper

  • Richard Scarry's Best Mother Goose Ever

  • The Real Mother Goose

  • The Foot Book

  • Hop on Pop

  • The Wookie Storybook (I shit you not)

  • Put Me in the Zoo

  • Harry the Dirty Dog

  • Harry by the Sea

  • No Roses for Harry

He's had a runny nose all day, and we nebulized him as a precaution. I hadn't nebulized him in ages, and I was worried he'd fight it. But he just relaxed in my lap and we watched Sesame Street (his current favorite is the relatively new Baby Bear's First Day of School). And he was so sweet when I put him to bed. He whispered his usual "bye bye," but then also put out his hand and said, "high five?" I kissed my hand and high-fived him. And he said, "welcome, mommy." (He is currently mixing up his thank yous and welcomes. I think it's cute.) I said, "thank you, Angry Boy" and closed the door.

And now I'm sitting here in bed, watching last night's SNL which we DVR'ed, and eating my husband's chili. NSAH makes the Best. Chili. Ever.

So even though I've got a lot of work still to do, I'm feeling OK. Hope you all had a great day, too.

Friday, October 21, 2005

Brush with non-celebrity

In the past week, I've had the pleasure of meeting a client who looks like the lovechild of Miguel Ferrer and Kevin Spacey, and a prosecutor who looks a little like Jack McCoy himself, Sam Waterston.

It's like God knows I've been too busy to watch TV and movies, so He's helping me get my fix any way possible.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

My movie stalkers

Y'all are so sweet to be concerned. I probably should've alerted you to the fact that, although I smoked off and on in law school, I have never really been a "smoker." That is, I seem to have avoided any addiciton to nicotine.

Anyway, Bend It Like Beckham is on IFC right now, and I'm taking a work break. I saw this movie in the theater with NSAH (only way I can get him to see a movie in the theater is if it involves soccer... or Keira Knightly). And, as often happens when I go to the movies, I wind up sitting next to the two older ladies from NY/NJ (TOLFNYNJ). Oh, you may think they're different women. But they may as well be the same. The TOLFNYNJ chatter to each other in that same loud-stage whisper. And their comments make me cringe and laugh at the same time.

At Bend It Like Beckham

TOLFNYNJ #1: (right before Parminder takes the winning shot) This is where she bends it like Beckham!

Um, yeah. I think we all figured that out...

At House of Mirth (actually, in the ladies room afterward)

TOLFNYNJ #1: Why do they cawl it House of Mirth?
TOLFNYNJ #2: What a down-ah. Next time I pick the movie.
TOLFNYNJ #1: But that Gillian Anderson, she's from the X-Foy-els.
TOLFNYNJ #2: And that Eric Stoltz. He's so dreamy.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Please forgive me

I smoked last night. I hadn't had a cigarette in a loooooong while (how old is Angry Boy?). It wasn't as good as I remembered it.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

5 ways in which I'm weird

Busy weekend. Took Angry Boy into the city not once but twice. I gotta get him there more often. On Saturday, I wondered if maybe we'd be part of the headcount for the Millions More March. Power to the people.

Anyway, last week, MC at Running*Cooking*Writing tagged me for the 5 idiosyncracies meme. Here goes:

1. I am quick to anger but also quick to forgive. I think it's laziness more than anything else. It takes too much energy to be pissed at someone for more than half an hour.

2. Is hating the movie Raising Arizona an idiosyncrasy? Everyone I know loves it, including tons people smarter than I. I just can't stand it. It's 2 hours of people screaming. Blech.

3. I get the hiccups abnormally often.

4. I actually like to clean toilets. We have a cleaning service now, so I generally don't clean them anymore. But that was, I think, the only cleaning task I never minded doing.

5. I get obsessed with things, and then toss them aside. I mean, really obsessed. (Can there be degrees of obsession? Is it possible to be only a little obsessed? I guess not.) At varying times, I have been obsessed with: Carrie Fisher, Paul Simon (probably an offshoot of being obsessed with Fisher), The X-Files, ER, F. Scott Fitzgerald, personality disorders, the X-Men, and more.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Sleep deprivation + TV = FUN!

I've been feeling a lot of solidarity with you professors lately. At least, with respect to the part about staying up late to do your work. Most nights this week, I've been working till 11 (except for Thursday, when I was working till after 1 a.m.). I don't expect things to slow down till next month, unfortunately. The good news is that my deficit of billables should be reduced to zero by the end of October. Oh, and I like the work, too.

The bad news, obviously, is that I really don't have as much time to read your blogs. And I certainly don't have time to post on my own. So those of you still reading, thanks. I think this has been my biggest hiatus since I moved my blog to blogspot.

Thursday night/Friday morning, when I finished my draft and crawled into bed, I was exhausted, but my mind was still racing. So I decided to lull it to sleep by focusing on one of my favorite guilty pleasures: TV. I thought about shows with ensemble casts, and then tried to think of which character I was most like. It's a game I've played with NSAH many times before. And, unlike certain quizzes, the answers are never arbitrary or nonsensical. There's a lot of analysis behind them. So this is what I came up with while lying in bed:

ER: This is the easiest. I am rather passive. I have poor communication skills (yeah, I know I'm a lawyer--what I mean is I don't like to talk with others about what I'm feeling. Like, ever.). It's very easy for me to become closed off. Despite the fact that I often think very highly of myself, I also can be very insecure about my work, and if I receive criticism about it I can cycle through defensiveness and self-doubt. I have a somewhat warped sense of humor. There are other traits we share as well, but I think it's pretty clear: the character I have the most in common with is Abby.

Homicide: Life on the Street: Unlike with the previous show, this is more of a "cross off the people I'm least like and see who's left" endeavor. I always thought I was most like Lewis. Lewis was an easy-going guy. He went with the flow. There was really nothing that outstanding about him. He was good at his job, and was a good guy, though not sqeaky clean. For example, when Kellerman shot and killed the very badass Luther Mahoney, Lewis was torn about whether to cover for his friend or not. So the other night, I decided I was Lewis. NSAH told me yesterday, however, that he thinks I'm more like G, in that I do very well with the things within my control, but I get frustrated by things that are out of my control. And that makes sense to me. Also, I have learned that some people find me intimidating (which I find hilarious, given my small stature, but whatever). So now I'm going with G.

Law & Order: Claire Kincaid. And not just because I used to have a girlcrush on Jill Hennessey. Claire was serious about her job. She got frustrated when things didn't go her way. She was an idealist, but still pragmatic. I was so sad when she went into a coma and died.

M*A*S*H: I am BJ Honeycutt. BJ had a good sense of humor, and enjoyed goofing off. Though he wasn't perfect, he tried his best to retain his moral compass during the war.

So there's a little insight into my TV-addled mind. I'll try to post again tomorrow.

Monday, October 10, 2005

Billable 14

Trying to find any way to keep posting despite the crushing amount of work I have to do (not whining--I needed the work), so here's an iTunes shuffle of some songs that just seem to go well together tonight:
  1. "Float On," Modest Mouse

  2. "My Old School," Steely Dan

  3. "Today's the Day," Aimee Mann

  4. "The Facts About Jimmy," Shawn Colvin

  5. "I Gotcha," Joe Tex

  6. "All That That Implies," Michael Penn

  7. "Animal," Prick

  8. "How Deep Is Your Love," Jonatha Brooke

  9. "Renegade," Styx

  10. "Goodbye Stranger," Supertramp

  11. "Senorita With a Necklace...," Paul Simon

  12. "Brandy (You're a Fine Girl)," Looking Glass

  13. "Sick of Myself," Matthew Sweet

  14. "Poor Misguided Fool," Starsailor

(I originally stopped at 10, but iTunes kept giving me great ones, so I included them here.)

I really enjoy each one of those songs. And most of them have great lyrics, for example:

So better pack your bags and run
and send it to oblivion
where you don't look like anyone
that anyone would care about
And do what you do
'Til it buries you

--Aimee Mann

Not exactly the most uplifting thought, especially while toiling away, but still. It's well put. Hope I'll have more time to post comments on all your blogs in the coming days.

Friday, October 07, 2005


[Scene: As NSAH and I recline for an evening of blogging and surfing, I turn on the TV and choose the movie Parenthood for our background viewing. As the opening credits roll, we see Steve Martin and Mary Steenburgen trying their best to herd three young children--one being a preschooler--through Busch Stadium's parking lot, picking up stray children's paraphernalia as it gets strewn about.]

APL: We're not having three.

[End scene.]

God, I love this movie. So many hilarious lines. And so many characters who remind me of me and my family. When I was younger, I always identified with Kevin, the stressed-beyond-belief kid. I'm happy to report I'm not like that anymore.

Friday Frivolity

As seen at Phantom's:

You Are Apple Cider

Smooth and comforting. But downright nasty when cold.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

As seen everywhere

but I first saw this at Scrivenings:

You are Linus!

Which Peanuts Character are You?
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I've seen Reruns and Marcies and Snoopys and Woodstocks. I don't know that I've seen a Linus. Anyone else get Linus? (And I don't know for sure, but I don't think people think I'm stupid.)

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

In which I reveal myself to be the geeky fangirl that I truly am...

...thereby alienating a large portion of my audience:

I've been smiling a lot lately. Work's been hard, and I haven't been getting enough sleep, but still the smile remains.

Am I smiling because of Angry Boy? Well, of course.
Am I smiling because of Not So Angry Husband (who called me at work at 5:30 today to see if we could order pizza for dinner because, after all, we have the start of the hockey season to celebrate)? Of course.

But the embarrassing part is that I'm also in a good mood in part because a couple of days ago I read some really good spoilers about my erstwhile favorite show, ER. In fact, I'm damn near giddy, all on account of some fictional characters (I won't say which ones, in case any of the few million people who are still watching this trainwreck of a show are reading and wish to remain "unspoiled"). I know my joy is completely irrational. I don't know if this makes it better, but I've been known to react this way to characters in books, too. I get excited for people who do not and have never existed in real life.

Am I hopeless?

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Livid McCrankypants

Had a few stressful moments with Angry Boy today. Maybe it was his stuffy nose. Maybe he didn't sleep well last night. Whatever the reason, this morning he was on edge. Any little thing that didn't go his way would cause him to howl. And sometimes he'd howl even when things did go his way.

For example, he was enjoying his morning snack of banana and honeydew melon. When he finished up his fruit, he asked for "some apples?" So I took his plate, went to the fridge, got out two apple slices, put them on his plate, and returned to the dining rom. When he saw the apples, he started to scrunch up his whole face and cry, and he pushed the plate away. The fact that I brought him apples--which he asked for!--made him completely inconsolable. I had to take him out of the dining room and into our dark master bedroom. He still wailed like he was heartbroken. I finally got him to calm down by asking him questions about Sesame Street.

APL: (at her wit's end) Who lives on Sesame Street?

AB: (pausing his cries, confused by mommy's new tactic) Big Bird.

APL: Big Bird?

AB: Big Bird... and Snuffy.

APL: And who else?

AB: (significantly calmer now, and liking this line of questioning) Ernie.

APL: And who's Ernie's best friend?

AB: Bert.

APL: I like Baby Bear. Who's Baby Bear's best friend?

AB: (almost happy now) Telly!

APL: And who is Baby Bear's little sister?

AB: (smiling) Baby Bear's sister ... Curly Bear!

Swear to God, my most stressful direct examination ever. After his nap, he was much better. We all watched some football, and he was so sweet.

APL: I love you, [Angry Boy].

AB: I love you, too, Mommy.

APL: You are so cute!

AB: Yes.