Have you ever heard of this crap?
http://www.astrologyweekly.com/astrology-articles/mercury-retrograde.php
Despite my staunch Catholic upbringing, I'm somewhat inclined to believe it, seeing as I'm on day one (of 10) of my Southern sojourn and I'm already $2000 (not a typo) over budget, my rental car reservation was lost last night (costing me another $500) my cell phone's broken, and my Ipod's being persnickety.
My mom's new-agey friends' answer? Mercury's in Retrograde. (?!?) I love how they say it so calmly, like the total catastrophe of this week is to be expected.
On the upside, my beloved Memphis looks beautiful. I'd forgotten.
On the mega-upside, I have pit tickets to Morrissey tonight. So, you know, life's perfect. If I can get to Knoxville in 6 hours.
10 July, 2007
08 July, 2007
Totally Random Stuff That Happens To Me
So, check out this house. It's in a super-exclusive part of Laguna Beach, on a cliff overlooking the coast. It's been appraised at $38 million. Mom's friend owns it, and my sister begged and had her graduation party there. Here we are playing gauche, disaffected aristocrats:
Yeah, this place was supercool. So was the $60,000 in jewelry and handbags that the owner let us borrow that day. I felt guilty; this experience is so different from what I've been living the past few years. However, it was fun to be an heiress for the day.
We went out to dinner with the owner tonight. She informed me that she just got an offer from MTV to feature her house on the show "Laguna Beach." I, of course was giddy. Did you know those AREN'T their real houses on that show? Wow!
However, even though there's THOUSANDS (daily!) being offered, the potential for damage, security, skanks running around her house, and overall headaches made her decide against it. I'm glad.
My sisters and I also had a run-in this week with the scion of a certain cinematic legend *cough* Namesake of the OC Airport! *cough* that was definitely embarassing but certainly typical of how we roll. [um, HARD, but you know, with our own brand of idiocy] Anyway, that is best saved for a later entry. Only in CA (dub G)! do you get these kind of experiences.
I'm traveling for the next two weeks, so I'll have lots o time to update. I hope. :)
Yeah, this place was supercool. So was the $60,000 in jewelry and handbags that the owner let us borrow that day. I felt guilty; this experience is so different from what I've been living the past few years. However, it was fun to be an heiress for the day.
We went out to dinner with the owner tonight. She informed me that she just got an offer from MTV to feature her house on the show "Laguna Beach." I, of course was giddy. Did you know those AREN'T their real houses on that show? Wow!
However, even though there's THOUSANDS (daily!) being offered, the potential for damage, security, skanks running around her house, and overall headaches made her decide against it. I'm glad.
My sisters and I also had a run-in this week with the scion of a certain cinematic legend *cough* Namesake of the OC Airport! *cough* that was definitely embarassing but certainly typical of how we roll. [um, HARD, but you know, with our own brand of idiocy] Anyway, that is best saved for a later entry. Only in CA (dub G)! do you get these kind of experiences.
I'm traveling for the next two weeks, so I'll have lots o time to update. I hope. :)
06 May, 2007
I, too, am a Washingtonian.
Holy Crap!
I will spare you the discourtesy of writing in all caps, but imagine me SHOUTING as I write this post. I am in dreary, glorious Seattle for the 2nd leg of my Moz Odyssey, part 4. Last night's show in Spokane was ABSO-FRIGGIN-LUTELY-UNBA-FRICKIN-LIEVABLE.
Read the comments section for the show last night.
http://tour.morrissey-solo.com/article.pl?sid=07/05/05/1420250
Yup, I'm the chick dancing in the front in the early posts (but I danced THE WHOLE TIME, ahem). I posted my own comments as "BelowtheWaterline". That's right, kiddies, I got a SETLIST! I also shook Morrissey's hand twice. He shook my hand during the song "I Will See You In Far Off Places" and sang the chorus right to me. Does this mean he recognizes me from the dozen other shows I've attended? Perhaps. But here's hoping. It wasn't quite the total shock I felt the first time I shook his hand at the Pasadena shows, but it was AWESOME.
Guess who has tickets in ROW A for tonight's show. ME!
See you when I come down from my next euphoric high!
I will spare you the discourtesy of writing in all caps, but imagine me SHOUTING as I write this post. I am in dreary, glorious Seattle for the 2nd leg of my Moz Odyssey, part 4. Last night's show in Spokane was ABSO-FRIGGIN-LUTELY-UNBA-FRICKIN-LIEVABLE.
Read the comments section for the show last night.
http://tour.morrissey-solo.com/article.pl?sid=07/05/05/1420250
Yup, I'm the chick dancing in the front in the early posts (but I danced THE WHOLE TIME, ahem). I posted my own comments as "BelowtheWaterline". That's right, kiddies, I got a SETLIST! I also shook Morrissey's hand twice. He shook my hand during the song "I Will See You In Far Off Places" and sang the chorus right to me. Does this mean he recognizes me from the dozen other shows I've attended? Perhaps. But here's hoping. It wasn't quite the total shock I felt the first time I shook his hand at the Pasadena shows, but it was AWESOME.
Guess who has tickets in ROW A for tonight's show. ME!
See you when I come down from my next euphoric high!
20 April, 2007
my pseudo-quasi-coma
Extra points if you can name that painting. It's in my top three
So, news of my death has been slightly exaggerated.
My students' trip to DC last month, with the exception of the opportunity of seeing Megan, and our Catholic-school-teacher-in-a-hotel-room-debauchery (we're, like, crazy!), was the ultimate busterduck. Wonderful, and yet tremendously terrible. I'll not subject you to the pictures. The good news of this trip is that I have inherited Herr Tiger and I have a crush on a man of the cloth. (not again! *sigh*)
Anyway, I caught some kind of virus/cough-thing in DC and have not been well since. I've been sleeping
22-hour days because of the drugs, and just returned to school Tuesday. My Easter vacation was spent in bed. Four weeks
after my trip, and I still have a 100 degree fever, multiple prescriptions, and a partially collapsed lung.
I am taking TWO NARCOTICS! It's awesome, but not helping. I can tell you, though, that my dreams are GREAT! So, even though I haven't been keeping up with everybody in the real world, I probably have hallucinated that we hung out. We went on a spaceship, sold llama steaks, and panned for gold in the River Jordan together! Woo-hoo! I highly recommend Tussionex cough syrup. This codeine-infused little bottle of joy is only a $15 copay! A great deal. And you can get yummy orange flavor! Get thee to a pharmacist!
Needless to say, I've basically fallen off the world for the last month. I fell of this blog three months, ago, apologies.
I finally caught up with the last month's phone messages (50!) and emails
(400!). Lo and behold, earlier this week the Morrissey Fan Club was sending out passes for tonight's appearance on Jimmy Kimmel's show. I missed it! AAAAAARRRGGGHH! Gotta set those TiVos! Also, I'm planning a nationwide stalking/pilgrimage to the East coast this summer. It just happens that Morrissey is playing the EXACT NIGHT in the EXACT CITIES I'm traveling to! Yup, I'm disposing of my income.
I just realized that I forgot to update about THE GREATEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE, the Morrissey concert in Pasadena in February. That one night was enough to sustain and renew my fandom, and the hope of a repeat has inspired me to devote yet another summer to follwing THE MAN around. Details soon, I guess.
Probably in another three months...
29 January, 2007
The Trade
I knew there was a problem when he trimmed the beard.
Okay, so much has been made lately of the possibility that Pau Gasol (see links list) wants to be traded to the Bulls. A few people who know my nefarious past with him (I'll admit nothing) have asked me to contibute to the discourse. Let me just say this.
TRADE HIM! TRADE HIM! TRADE HIM!
Mr. Heisley and Mr. West,
If you're reading this, I just want to let you know, as someone who KNOWS (a little too well) your little basketball operation over there, that Pau needs to go. My reasons are as follows: 1) he is not going to ever find a good wife over there, one who'll love and support him for him, and not his gobs of money, and will speak Spanish to him and and buy him clothes that are not ill-fitting and have the genetics and general know-how to produce an Heir that is, at minimum, 7'4" (male or female) and reading by age 2. (2) because he can't eat out at Bluefin Sushi every morning at 2 AM and expect to be happy/ gain the 20 pounds you seem to think he needs, 3) since you fired the other Catholic in Memphis, Mike Fratello, I'm worried that Pau will lack spiritual support and go astray in his faith formation, 4) it's going to take a lot to resurrect YET ANOTHER GRIZZLIES PR NIGHTMARE, (all the Heisley Gold Nuggets and KFC Bribes in the world will not pacify the City of Good Abode!) and 5) I can think of 86 MILLION other reason$ it's time to cut bait.
Face it, Pau needs help. Once he heals, he'll be, as Arch loves to say, "totally powerhouse". However, he will not be the franchise player you seem to want to anoint him as until he has a solid group of teammates. Send him to Chicago. Rebuild with the spoils. He'll do well, you'll do well.
Plus, if he goes to the Bulls I'll get to watch him live on WGN every night.
Okay, so much has been made lately of the possibility that Pau Gasol (see links list) wants to be traded to the Bulls. A few people who know my nefarious past with him (I'll admit nothing) have asked me to contibute to the discourse. Let me just say this.
TRADE HIM! TRADE HIM! TRADE HIM!
Mr. Heisley and Mr. West,
If you're reading this, I just want to let you know, as someone who KNOWS (a little too well) your little basketball operation over there, that Pau needs to go. My reasons are as follows: 1) he is not going to ever find a good wife over there, one who'll love and support him for him, and not his gobs of money, and will speak Spanish to him and and buy him clothes that are not ill-fitting and have the genetics and general know-how to produce an Heir that is, at minimum, 7'4" (male or female) and reading by age 2. (2) because he can't eat out at Bluefin Sushi every morning at 2 AM and expect to be happy/ gain the 20 pounds you seem to think he needs, 3) since you fired the other Catholic in Memphis, Mike Fratello, I'm worried that Pau will lack spiritual support and go astray in his faith formation, 4) it's going to take a lot to resurrect YET ANOTHER GRIZZLIES PR NIGHTMARE, (all the Heisley Gold Nuggets and KFC Bribes in the world will not pacify the City of Good Abode!) and 5) I can think of 86 MILLION other reason$ it's time to cut bait.
Face it, Pau needs help. Once he heals, he'll be, as Arch loves to say, "totally powerhouse". However, he will not be the franchise player you seem to want to anoint him as until he has a solid group of teammates. Send him to Chicago. Rebuild with the spoils. He'll do well, you'll do well.
Plus, if he goes to the Bulls I'll get to watch him live on WGN every night.
15 January, 2007
The Dream
Juice up those Flux Capacitors to 1.21 Gigawatts.
Let's take a trip in the ol' time machine...
Date: Friday, May 30, 2003 7:04pm
Place: Downtown Memphis, Denise's Car
Hours Denise has resided in Memphis: 01:04
Dad: Hey Denise, it's gittin' dark. We should give up trying to find CBU and find a hotel instead.
Denise (driving) : I'm not sleeping anywhere ghetto. All my worldly possessions are in this car.
Dad: Well, here's a place, up ahead, on the right. Looks OK. Kinda 60's, but clean, well lit. [reads sign] 'Lorraine Motel'. Huh. Let's go check it out.
Denise: Dad, I think I recognize this name from somewhere. And the wreath on the railing can't be a good sign, either.
We stayed at the Hampton Inn that night.
Happy MLK day, y'all.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lorraine_Motel
Let's take a trip in the ol' time machine...
Date: Friday, May 30, 2003 7:04pm
Place: Downtown Memphis, Denise's Car
Hours Denise has resided in Memphis: 01:04
Dad: Hey Denise, it's gittin' dark. We should give up trying to find CBU and find a hotel instead.
Denise (driving) : I'm not sleeping anywhere ghetto. All my worldly possessions are in this car.
Dad: Well, here's a place, up ahead, on the right. Looks OK. Kinda 60's, but clean, well lit. [reads sign] 'Lorraine Motel'. Huh. Let's go check it out.
Denise: Dad, I think I recognize this name from somewhere. And the wreath on the railing can't be a good sign, either.
We stayed at the Hampton Inn that night.
Happy MLK day, y'all.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lorraine_Motel
12 January, 2007
Let the Genius Begin
So, though cliche, one of my resolutions this year was to write more. Really, my main resolution was to have a better 2007 than 2006. So far, I've been wildly successful.
Before Grandma Bus decided to go bowling with Jesus, I used to call her almost every day to let her know what was going on in my life: exciting, mundane, or generally awesome... So, I guess that this blogging effort is sort of a virtual Grandma-- except, you know, a blog doesn't leave chocolate coins in my shoes for Epiphany (and try to convince me 'it was the camels!') or harrumph its way through Amazing Grace (Protestant Song!). This blog is named in honor of her. It's her most polite curse word.
Those who know about this page are no doubt those "most closest" to me anyway, so you're probably sick of hearing about my Baja trip already. I keep regaling others with stories as the inspiration strikes, (read: the flashbacks won't stop). It's hard to believe a week has passed. I'm different because of this trip. Actually, I think this trip reminded me of me. I'm a better Deniser because I spent a week pursuing 'all manner of creature in a warm corn tortilla." Deep.
Anyway, I told my students about the fishing portion of the excursion. Today, while correcting vocab quizzes, I recieved these artistic interpretations of that stellar event. Here they are for your enjoyment.
I touch the future. I teach.
Before Grandma Bus decided to go bowling with Jesus, I used to call her almost every day to let her know what was going on in my life: exciting, mundane, or generally awesome... So, I guess that this blogging effort is sort of a virtual Grandma-- except, you know, a blog doesn't leave chocolate coins in my shoes for Epiphany (and try to convince me 'it was the camels!') or harrumph its way through Amazing Grace (Protestant Song!). This blog is named in honor of her. It's her most polite curse word.
Those who know about this page are no doubt those "most closest" to me anyway, so you're probably sick of hearing about my Baja trip already. I keep regaling others with stories as the inspiration strikes, (read: the flashbacks won't stop). It's hard to believe a week has passed. I'm different because of this trip. Actually, I think this trip reminded me of me. I'm a better Deniser because I spent a week pursuing 'all manner of creature in a warm corn tortilla." Deep.
Anyway, I told my students about the fishing portion of the excursion. Today, while correcting vocab quizzes, I recieved these artistic interpretations of that stellar event. Here they are for your enjoyment.
I touch the future. I teach.
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