high in the crackmonkey's tree

• Dead Like Me was truly, painfully good. I say painfully because we're watching season 2 on dvd and it hurts to remember that the Fucktards In Charge cancelled it.
  

• Sometimes, you just have to think about quantum mecahnics, M theory, and the origin of the universe. What's odd (and somewhat frightening) is how intuitive M theory is compared to quantum mechanics. At least, it is for me. Your mileage may vary.
  

• The new Dixie Chicks album= Love. Seriously. They collaborated with Pete Yorn and Neil Finn, people. That fact alone makes me want to have their babies.
  

Kidding aside, learning that NF worked with them on "Silent House" made a lot of sense to me. I can easily hear his influence on the chord progression, the sparse but affecting imagery. I can hear how he'd sing it, were he to record the number, and I'm certain it would be good. But there's something Natalie Maines brings to the vocal that I don't believe he could. As her lead twines around Martie Maguire's counter, they approach that wistful, aching, high lonesome sound that's so effective in bluegrass music.

• A movie theater is a bad place to have a major life-changing realization. Just, so you know.
  

• Fucking drosophila! They get on my last good nerve.
  

• World Cup! Woo!
  

Tom Cruise on how he managed to outwit the paparazzi and safeguard Katie Holmes and daughter Suri since her birth last week: "Do you think I'm gonna let anybody mess with my girls? Come on, man, I make 'Mission: Impossible' movies." (ContactMusic)

• I want to form a jazz fusion band called Haricot Vert. We could do off-kilter reworkings of alt-country or folk tunes.
  
  Or, you know, NOT.



• Also, I have no story but I have a setting called Casa Perdita. Maybe some funky noir shit.
  
  Or, you know, NOT.



• Also, been reworking some old stories with original characters who now, for the purposes of my brain, are being played by Sandra Oh and Nathan Fillion.
  
  Okay, that one's actually kinda fun. I'll keep it.

1. TMI: The nice thing about having my period back on schedule is that last night I was able to look at the phase of the moon and realize "Oh. I must be pmsing. No wonder I'm all emotional. And my boobs feel big."



2. I just saw the fabulously kick-ass KO (super-cool 40-something head of tech writing biker chick) talking motorcycles with Oddly Hot Robin. I've always wondered whether KO is family; this only fuels my suspicion/curiosity.



3. Mary, Mary, why you buggin'?



4. I should probably use this downtime to read the programming books I borrowed from the library, but I'd rather do something silly, like write down random thoughts in ordered lists. I love the appearance of order where none exists. There is no Blind Watchmaker, and understanding the process is key to grasping the meaning of the outcome.



5. I need a new calendar. Also, 2 weeks until I'm in Ohio! w00t!

1. Oh it's Friday and Friday's a happy day. As the kids on the internet like to say, "w00t." It looks like I'll get to do a little bit more voiceover work in the next few months. A guy who had me do narration for a project a year or so ago just sent an email asking if I'd be able to do narration on his next project. It's a set of webinars aimed at educating our salesforce (and executives) on our products. I'm all over that, it took all of 30 seconds for me to decide hell yes I'd love a chance to do that again! I got my very favorite pen from the last time I was down at the recording studio. It's an excellent pen. Refillable too. Go team me!



2. I'm embarrassed to admit I may see Underworld: Evolution. I doubt I'll see it in theaters. I also doubt I'll have to wait long to rent it. O.o



3. My coworker Sandy has the cutest baby girl who, for the reasons unknown to this blogger, is referred to as "The Spud." Spud is a super cute and funny little person. Spud was just in the lab to visit her mama. Spud let me hold her and subsequently made coo-ey giggly burbly Spud noises at me.
   
   I win at teh babies!



4. Tonight virginmartyr1 and I are helping our friend Ginger celebrate her 30th birthday. (Yes that's her real name and yes I'm mildly tickled to say I know someone named Ginger. That wasn't my point.) As part of this celebration, we will be heading into the wilds of the San Diego nightlife with roughly a dozen straight chicks who will be in their natural element. I feel mild trepidation and flashes of panic at this prospect.
   
   I do not use the term "straight chick" to designate their sexual orientation per se, but to identify a particular species of heterosexual woman. You know the type. Regardless of their particular sexual history, they never read as remotely queer. Regardless of their taste in music or art, they always read as mainstream. For example, Ginger double majored in philosophy and women's studies at a small liberal arts school, is prone to quoting Ani Difranco over drinks and is a diehard Buffy fan. And she's totally a straight chick.
   
   I'm not sure what constitutes inclusion in that group. It's not femininity, nor orientation, nor even mainstream likes and dislikes. I count as friends many heterosexual women who I aren't "straight chicks" but I can't quite put my finger on what sets them apart. Maybe straight chicks are the women who, as girls, very quickly learned to adopt gender roles and behaviors and so appear "more feminine" than the rest of us.
   
   Maybe I need a large glass of vodka right this very minute so I stop thinking of cracktastic things like this.