October 2006

I’ve found a way to combine two of my favorite things for this post.

Friends, check this out:

Do you know what that is? If you said, “Luckybuzz, that looks to be a copy of the ‘O Brother, Where Art Thou?’ soundtrack, on vinyl, autographed by Dr. Ralph Stanley Himself,” you would be abso-fucking-lutely right.

Let’s just pause for a moment to reflect on how freaking cool it is that a) GB and I now own this very autographed album; and b) I received this album, with the Sharpie ink still damp, directly from the hand of Ralph Stanley himself.

So. Fucking. Cool.

And the show was absolutely amazing–better than I’d even hoped. And the Clinch Mountain Boys were astounding, as expected. And I am going to tune up my banjo and start re-learning how to play it again, because damn, how am I going to get into heaven if I can’t play bluegrass music?

And here’s my little Halloween gift to you–Ralph Stanley (the bluegrass part) singing “O Death” (the Halloween part). He sang this at the show we saw last night, and it was pretty great.

I tried to post the audio file, but I can’t get it to post so that it doesn’t just start playing right away (which I find horribly annoying). Maybe posting a link to it will work, though?


…if it had been that kind of costume. As it was, I lost just about everything else.

Long, weird, mostly good weekend. IB/DM was husbandless and childless for the evening, so doing Halloween festivities with her was great. The Halloween parties on Saturday interesting…we started out at Jason’s for a drink, then moved onto CrazyGirl’s party, but we were there for less than an hour. Then it was on to the party at the bar, hosted (loosely speaking) by Bad Idea and some other people who live in his building.

As GB, IB/DM and I walked up to the bar I realized…no wallet. I’d put all my crap in IB/DM’s bag, since I had no pockets, and I reached in the bag to find not-my-wallet. A fruitless search ensued. IB/DM promised to buy me drinks (and she rocks for that, and I owe her bigtime), and we decided to get on with the party anyway.

And it was okay…though Bad Idea’s costume actually kind of cemented the whole I-might-be-over-him thing (it wasn’t bad, just…well, let’s put it this way. Bad Idea thinks that he looks like a certain actor. He does, in a way–more than most people look like this particular actor, at least. But not enough that it warrants dressing up as this particular actor in a particular role, which is not even really current enough for people to have a clue what he was supposed to be. Yes, vague, sorry. But disappointing, overall.). And I found myself talking to Blanche, and to StillTalking–also disappointing.

At the end of the night we left the bar to go up to Bad Idea’s for afterhours and realized…we’d lost the bag. So IB/DM found ourselves at 2 am in Bad Idea’s apartment with GB–just the three of us, since Bad Idea actually *left the afterhours at his apartment* to go to the one in the next apartment, which is also terribly unimpressive–without cell phones (both of us), housekeys (IB/DM), cameras (both of us), and wallet (me).

Luckily, GB managed to leave the party with everything he arrived with (including two drunk girls…uh, I mean us), and we were able to get back to our house. Most of the next day was spent trying to track down our many missing items…which is a hilarious, frustrating, and exhausting story that I won’t bore you with, except to say that the only thing I’m still missing is my camera. But when that turns up, I’ll post some pictures…since Abbey‘s got me all inspired now. I’ll try to stop back by the bar tomorrow, since I’m pretty sure it’s there somewhere….

I think that if I were being abducted, I would try to mobile-blog from my phone with my approximate location. Y’all would follow up and call 911, right?

I know you would. Thanks for that.

(Not currently being abducted. Had a pretty fun night drinking at the Squirrel’s with GB, the Squirrel, Jason, and Bad Idea. Also? Vitabrownies are *the shit*. They totally rock. And Season 5 of Buffy? Hooray.)

They’re not good for much, but you can spell with them.

Zombie Letters from e-zombie.com
(found by the geniuses at BoingBoing, naturally)

(possibly starting to get into the Halloween spirit…)

Know what I’m supposed to be doing right now? Revising and finishing my fellowship applications–due next week, and far too procrastinated already.

Know what that means for you? You get to read another meme,* this one courtesy of my partner-in-inappropriate-crushlove, Canada.

Explain what ended your last relationship?
Guess that would be the Wrangler…well, I think it mostly just faded away, though telling him that GB and I were getting married was really the icing on the end-of-relationship-cake.

When was the last time you shaved?
Two days ago. I’m due.

What were you doing this morning at 8 a.m.?
Sleeping. Duh.

What were you doing 15 minutes ago?
Eating a Boca burger and reading Canada’s version of this meme.

Are you any good at math?
I’m pretty good at it when I need to be, but it plays almost no part in my daily life.

Your prom night, what do you remember about it?
Didn’t go. Never attended a school dance in my life.

Do you have any famous ancestors?
Not “famous” per se, but apparently there’s a pirate on my dad’s side, and possibly some royalty.

Have you had to take a loan out for school?
For my MA program, yeah, and in the last couple years to cover my slacking, non-teaching ass. For someone who didn’t take out a single loan throughout my undergrad (and for having free tuition in this program), I owe a ridiculous amount in loans.

Do you know the words to the song on your MySpace profile?
I hate the questions obviously geared toward a different demographic. There’s no *song* on my MySpace profile.

Last thing received in the mail?
A summons to small claims court from a creditor; thanks for reminding me. Also a baby shower invitation for someone I only know through my fieldwork, and address labels with my wrong name on them from the Disabled Veterans.

How many different beverages have you had today?
Just coffee.

Do you ever leave messages on people’s answering machine?
Well, the Squirrel is the only person I know who has an answering machine (instead of voicemail), so yeah. I leave messages on voicemail too, though less often lately–I’m content to just be a “missed call”.

Who did you lose your CONCERT virginity to?
Does this mean my first concert? Rick Springfield, with Corey Hart opening, 1984. How jealous are you?

Do you draw your name in the sand when you go to the beach?
As a matter of fact, I do.

What’s the most painful dental procedure you’ve had?
I refuse to think about the answer to this question.

What is out your back door?
A giant doing cartwheels, a statue wearing high heels, and a bunch of happy creatures dancing on the lawn.

Any plans for Friday night?
I heard a rumor that we’re supposed to go watch Welcome Back Kotter at the Squirrel’s. I wasn’t paying much attention to the conversation, so I’m not sure what’s up with that. I’ve also been invited to hang out with IB/DM and Tequila Fog, which is a mighty appealing option too.

Do you like what the ocean does to your hair?
I do, in general. When I had dreadlocks the ocean was the best thing for my hair (saltwater tightens dreads up really nicely). Now…my hair is in a bad stage, but I don’t think the ocean would *hurt*.

Have you ever been to a planetarium?
Of course. I love the planetarium too–my parents used to take me when I was a really little kid, and I remember just being mesmerized.

Do you re-use towels after you shower?
Yeah–don’t you? Is that supposed to be gross or something?

Some things you are excited about?
The Halloween parties on Saturday night; finishing these fellowship applications eventually; the fact that IB/DM has a babysitter for tomorrow and is Halloween partying with me; seeing friends I miss at the Giant Conference next month.

What is your favorite flavor of JELL-O?
I never think about Jello, and I’m not going to do it now.

Describe your keychain(s)?
Aside from car and house keys: a supermarket savings card thing; until a couple days ago, a Cross Ion pen (but the pen came off the cap, and I’m not sure where it went); and a green bottle opener, because you gotta be prepared.

Where do you keep your change?
In the change compartment of my car and in a plastic jug on the bookcase.

When was the last time you spoke in front of a large group of people?
How “large”? Since I’m not teaching this semester, I guess it was a couple months ago.

What was the weather like on your graduation day?
High school: hot and sticky. I was engaged at the time (married my first husband 2 months after graduation), and driving home from graduation with my then-fiance, we listened to “Day of the Locusts” in the car–where Dylan sings about being hot and uncomfortable accepting his honorary degree–because it was exactly how I was feeling.
Undergrad: Warm, pretty nice, I think. Don’t remember very much–I was probably a little drunk.
Masters: Didn’t go.
Waiting to see what the weather’s like for the next one…I anticipate cold, since hell will be freezing over.

Do you sleep with the door to your room open or closed?
We sleep in the living room, technically, so no door. In general, though, open doors because the cats demand it.

ETA: Reading crse’s version of this made me realize I missed a couple questions…how did that happen?

Have you ever received one of those big tins of 3 different popcorns?
Yes, and I love them–though I haven’t gotten one in a while. I have a friend (crse: I mean the tiny tattooed boy from the other coast) who gets one from his parents for Hanukkah every year. Seriously–he’s in his 40s, and every year his gift is the 3-tin-popcorn. It’s hilarious, if you’re me.

What kind of winter coat do you own?
A blue Columbia with the zip-out fleece; a red Columbia with a zip-out down coat; and a black peacoat that I bought secondhand last year, but couldn’t button. I am *very* happy to report that I wore it last night and it fits fine now.

*I have my reasons.

Bullets *rock* because I can be much less coherent and still feel like I’m blogging.

  • I’m still trying to recover from the last week of fieldwork. I’m exhausted, drained, and despite my best efforts to write up my fieldnotes in some relatively coherent form as soon as possible, I still find myself with about 35 pages of scribbled words, phrases, and odd abbreviations to go. At this rate I’ll have no idea what these notes mean by the time I get to typing them up.
  • I now have two long-ass interviews that just don’t seem to be transcribing themselves. I was supposed to do another today but I think I’m suffering from raw-data-overload. I just called the interviewee to reschedule for next week.
  • This makes me feel like a hugely unprofessional slacker. Fortunately it’s someone I’ve been working with for a few months, so we have a friendly relationship…but still. I feel like I suck.
  • I met with a professor on Tuesday about getting a recommendation for the dossier service. I doubt that I would really use a recommendation from this particular person (for many reasons that will bore both you and me in the telling), but I thought it would be a good idea to ask for one, and I wanted to catch up with him a bit too. In a nutshell: he made me cry a little (inside, not outside, but I still had that eye-burny tearing-up thing going on), and implied that perhaps I am neither ready nor suited for the job search (which I won’t be conducting until next year). Oh, *and* he agreed to write me a letter. Overall a terribly sucky experience.
  • I ended up out drinking last night with GB and the Squirrel (for awhile–they left early), Bad Idea, the Wrangler, and a few other people. While I had a pretty good time, it left me wondering if I was right about the whole being-over-it thing. I mean, I thought about kissing Bad Idea a few times, and he really does “accidentally” touch me more than is really necessary, but I’m not picking up much of a vibe from him anymore and I’m not sure how much of one I’m putting out. Which is a little unfortunate, because you know how I love my crushes. Then again, there are Halloween parties on Saturday night, so maybe something exciting and inappropriate will happen. Keep your fingers crossed for me–I like that my life is (emotionally) calm and happy lately, but I wouldn’t say no to a *tiny* bit of drama.

I’m going to pick GB up at the airport in an hour. Whoohoo! I miss me some GB. In the meantime I’m trying to stay awake, so I think I’m going to do this crazy-long meme I found at crse‘s.

DO YOU SNORE? When I’m drunk. Or sick. And sometimes, anyway. GB is a very patient man.

ARE YOU A LOVER OR A FIGHTER? Both. Often at the same time.

WHAT’S YOUR WORST FEAR? Like crse, I can’t see any good in saying it here.

AS A KID, WERE YOU A LEGO MANIAC? Oh, TOTALLY. I still am. Oh, wait–I thought it said ego maniac. No, then.

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF “REALITY” TV? Not a fan. It makes me terribly uncomfortable and often sad.

DO YOU CHEW ON YOUR STRAWS? No, and I’m going to try to make sure I don’t around crse!

WERE YOU A CUTE BABY? I was pretty freaking adorable.

IS THE SINGLE LIFE FOR YOU? I like the combo I’ve got going.

WHAT COLOR IS YOUR KEYBOARD? My computer keyboard? Black. Weird question.

DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER? Not usually, though I have.

HAVE YOU EVER BUNGEE JUMPED? No, and I’m okay with that.

ANY SECRET TALENTS? Yes, but they’re secret.


CAN YOU SWIM? I’m with crse: “I can not drown”.




CAN YOU SING THE ALPHABET BACKWARDS? Yes, but only very slowly.


WHAT’S YOUR STAND ON HUNTING? Anti- in general, though if it’s for food, whatever. I couldn’t do it–which is why I only eat things I’m pretty sure I could kill.

IS MARRIAGE IN YOUR FUTURE? More weddings, no. Marriage, yup.

DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? It’s okay. But I dislike writing by hand more and more all the time.

WHAT ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO? Latex…in some forms.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAID, “I LOVE YOU” ? About 5 minutes ago, to my mom on the phone.

DO YOU CRY AT WEDDINGS? No one ever invites me to weddings. But there were serious waterworks at mine.

HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS? unfertilized. (crse’s answer. I love crse.)

ARE BLONDES DUMB? This question is dumb.

WHERE DOES THE OTHER SOCK END UP? There’s a parallel sockiverse.

WHAT TIME IS IT? 11:08 pm–30 minutes until GB lands!

DO YOU HAVE A NICKNAME? Several–most are based on my name, so I can’t tell you. I have answered to “mudge” (short for curmudgeon) for the past 13 years.


WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WERE IN A CAR? IB/DM drove me home from the gym about an hour ago.

DO YOU PREFER BATHS OR SHOWERS? Usually a shower, but there are definitely good times for baths.

IS SANTA CLAUS REAL? I find myself oddly unable to answer this question.

DO YOU LIKE TO HAVE YOUR NECK KISSED? Indeed I do. It gives me one-sided goosebumps, in a good way.

ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK? Less than I used to be, but sometimes.

WHAT ARE YOU ADDICTED TO? God, so many things. It goes with the OCD.


CAN YOU CRACK YOUR NECK? Yes, but just by twisting it–not with my hands. That freaks me out.


IS DRUG FREE THE WAY TO BE? Generally, no.




ARE YOU PSYCHIC? I don’t know. You tell me.

HAVE YOU READ CATCHER IN THE RYE? Yeah. I’m a Salinger fan, and I’m not ashamed.

DO YOU PLAY ANY INSTRUMENTS? I’ve been learning to play the banjo for the past six years.

HAVE YOU EVER STOLEN MONEY? No, unless you count not paying off credit cards. Which I guess is kind of the same thing.

CAN YOU SNOWBOARD? No, and I have no desire to.

DO YOU LIKE CAMPING? So, so, so much.

DO YOU SNORT WHEN YOU LAUGH? If it’s *really* funny.



YOU BELIEVE IN DIVORCE? This meme is getting old. Do I believe it exists, you mean?

CAN YOU DO THE MOONWALK? I don’t think I’ve ever tried, but now I want to see crse do it.


IS IT COLD OUTSIDE TODAY? Pretty damn chilly, after being in sweltering heat all weekend.

WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Two veggie hot dogs.

DO YOU WEAR NAIL POLISH? I have no nails.

HOW MANY PEOPLE DO YOU LIKE RIGHT NOW? Aha! I *knew* I was about 20 years older than the target audience of this meme!

WHAT’S THE MOST ANNOYING TV COMMERCIAL? I can’t think of one off the top, but I’m sure I will as soon as this is done.

DO YOU SHOP AT AMERICAN EAGLE? No. I’m not even really sure what American Eagle stuff looks like.

FAVORITE SONG AT THE MOMENT? Whatever. I tire of this.

Here’s a bonus meme, because that one didn’t so much work for me and because I freaking love Gorey (thanks Phantom!):

Which Gashlycrumb Tiny are you?

K is for Kate who was struck with an axe.
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