For those about to debate ...

I have decided something - Danny Ortega and David Archuleta are my Pocket Gays^TM for this round of reality TV.

What is a Pocket Gay^TM? Well, it's how my fellow Jezzies refer to Christian on Project Runway: Christian Siriano - Pocket Gay. Basically it refers to young, usually short, gay boys that you want to put in your pocket and carry with you all day, cos they're so twee.


But, I digress. Danny and David are totally my Pocket Gays^TM.

Dear co-worker -

If you're going to sing along to your iPod, could it not be to Bette Midler and showtunes?

Shit, at this point, I'd take your playing k.d. lang instead of the current sing-along-a-mania.

Signed,

Your co-worker across the way

Because I'm a total sap - and a major dork - I've been posting Valentines messages over at 021408, trying to get notes posted for as many people as I can at one time!

So if you don't see a note (posted by LJ name) - it will be there soon!

Over the last couple of weeks, I've been pondering something: Patton Oswalt has called Cirque Du Soleil, "catnip for old folks".

So, it kind of triggered an odd theory in my head - just go along with me here.... I was thinking, if Cirque Du Soleil is catnip for old folks, then N*Sync was lesbian catnip. Seriously. I knew of at least several women in my life that had at least one N*Sync CD (personally, I was more into Backstreet Boys - must've been AJ and his tats). Now, I have no idea who/what would be considered the catnip for lesbians.


Speaking of ... has anyone else besides me been watching The L Word? This season is pretty interesting, and has certainly gotten me thinking - if only because I want to stab Jenny repeatedly for being such a pompous twat. Someone on a message board/blog I frequent said (in a hijacked item) that Jenny seems to be Ilene Chaiken's manifestation of herself. Or, for my fellow fanfic writers, a Mary Sue. She's pretty and smart and people love her, ad infinitum.

I have no idea who's doing it, but I'm hoping for Jenny to get knocked on her ass. Hard. She's getting on Tina's last nerve with her demands and changes to the script; fucked the girl playing her in "Les Girls"; her assistant, Adele, is an ass-kissing sycophant/fangirl - who has pretty much lied about her background - and I'm just waiting for her to go all Single White Female on Jenny.

And Alice? Love her - hate that she was an idiot for taking a photo of the (very) closeted basketball player at a party that was supposed to be kind of a safe space, then outing said basketball player after he made some Tim Hardaway-worthy homophobic statements. That could seriously blow up in her face - because Tasha may be dragged into it, while she's being investigated by the Army for conduct unbecoming an officer, because she's gay.


So, that's that for now. I have to get dressed, and drag my ass into work now. Oh joy.

My hand is okay - no sprain or fracture, or anything, really. I was told that it was "bruised" - and that the only real remedy for it is ice, Advil and trying to use it. If that doesn't help - or it gets worse - within the next several weeks, I go back.

So far, so good. I've been able to use my thumb - although if it gets bent in certain positions, it does hurt. Otherwise, I'm just glad that all is well on that end. Hopefully I'll continue on this positive track - I really don't want to go back to the orthopedist.

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In other news ... about a week ago, Kellie and I went out to dinner with a fellow sorority sister that had just moved to San Francisco, and that was a lot of fun. We'd taken advantage of the annual "Dine About Town", where some of the middle to higher-end restaurants offer a fixed-price (prix-fixe) 3 course dinner menu for about $32.00.

So, we went to the W Hotel's restaurant, XYZ, and had a great meal, with some firsts for me.

The meal started with an "amuse bouche" - basically a one-bite appetizer - of salmon with goat cheese, on top of a crostini. Really yummy.

Appetizers were a pickled beet salad or a crab arancini - I had the crab, but the beet salad was better!

We'd also had a bonus course of lobster tortellini or chicken foie gras - now, I can say that I had foie gras. And that it tasted kind of metallic-y.

The main course was tuna or pork osso bucco. The tuna was a bit over-cooked, and the osso bucco was divine, the meat was just falling off the bone.

For dessert, it was a choice between blood orange sorbet with vanilla frozen yogurt, or dark chocolate bread pudding with a banana cream sauce. The bread pudding was good - but I'd had a bite of the sorbet, and wished that I'd gotten that instead!

Good times.


Hope all is well for everyone reading this! :-D

The trip to see our respective families went well - better than I'd imagined, that's for sure.

Kellie's family likes me a lot, so that certainly works in my favor. I think they also got to see that we do care for each other, and that there is a lot of love. And I got to have a tour of a volunteer fire department ... so that was a chance for me to get my dork ya-yas out.


My family visit went rather well. Kellie and I saw my mom on Friday night, so she got a chance to see that Kellie is a good person, and that I'm still the same daughter. She'd greeted us both with hugs, and when we left, she'd hugged us both and said, "I love you both". :-)

The sister was anxious to see me/us, sending texts asking when we were getting into town, did we need a ride from the airport, etc. Then, she saw us and seemed to be somewhere bordering on indifferent. At least she did make eye contact with Kellie and was civil towards her.

The visit with my dad and step-mom went well, too. We'd gone to dinner, and afterwards, Kellie got to hear a couple of my dad's infamous non sequitur stories. I told her that he typically doesn't bring those out to anyone - just family, as far as I know.


So, it was a good time - and even better when we got home, and realized that the best part of going home is returning to our home!

I don't think I really missed anything - but if you want any other stories, let me know, and I'll see what I can remember / unearth!

Okay my lovelies - cards are ready to be sent (finally)!

They'll be sent from San Francisco tomorrow - and should reach you all soon. :-)
{meletor_et_al, I'm sending your card to your home address - since I didn't know when it would get to you!}

Instructions:
Go to the Wikipedia home page and click random article. That is your band's name.
Click random article again; that is your album name.
Click random article 15 more times; those are the tracks on your album.

Band Name: Jacobi Matrix

Album Name: Batchawana River

Tracks:
1. Kingdom of Koya
2. Lingo (VoIP Service operator)
3. Winwick
4. Generation Swine {this is an actual song - by Motley Crue}
5. Factor X
6. BP Portrait Prize
7. Fiat CR.32
8. Elisabeth of Bohemia, Princess Palatine
9. Cab
10. Hale
11. The Marvellous Boy
12. Atlantique Department
13. Metagrobology
14. Sleeper Cell
15. Clamp Meter


God, my band has some really geeky songs - the exception being that Motley Crue cover tune!

Posted over at fuckyoulist:

A ginormous cup of Fuck You! to the old dude at the cafe in Citizen Cake.

If you don't think that the ladies behind the counter are making your coffee/espresso/whatever to your exacting standards, then why don't you get back there and do it your own fucking self? It would be a fucking hell of a lot better than telling the second chica behind the counter to help the first one "because she's not doing it right", only to follow it up with "they're not doing it right, and they're taking too long - I have to be someplace (the Opera)! Give me my money back!"

Fucking asshole. Here's hoping that you get a dose of Karma along with your next coffee.

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If my cough syrup had a kick to it, I totally would've told him to go back there and make the damn drink himself. Instead, I was more focused on getting a pound cake and a gingerbread cookie, so I didn't say anything, and only came up with that though when I was out the door!

Although, speaking of the cough syrup ... I took a 2nd dose about a half-hour before I was supposed to, because I've been all hack-y and miserable. In all my brilliance (ha!), I thought that I'd take half the dose, and take the other half later. So, 3 teaspoons (or, 1 Tablespoon) of Robitussin later, and I've looked at the label only to find that the dosing is 2 teaspoons, not 2 Tablespoons as I'd assumed. Thankfully, expectorant doesn't kill anyone - and being asthmatic, it probably actually helped to take that extra "small t" of syrup.

So yes, have a laugh over my absentmindedness - G*d only knows that I have been. :-D

Several of you have asked for my address for Christmas Card exchanges, so here it is:

Carly Phelps
801 Baker St., Apt. 2
San Francisco, CA 94115


And for anyone that didn't get in on the first round, if you'd like a card, just leave your address in the comments - all comments will be screened, for protection!


For those that already gave your addresses, those cards have been addressed and will be going out sometime next week. :-)