Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Today I feel as if someone has taken a knife, stabbed me repeatedly in my left foot, and is just running said blade up and down the outside of my ankle. I now have tylenol with codeine. I am hopped up on painkillers watching the Red Sox play the Indians at Fenway in HD.

Tuesday, June 28, 2005


I get my ankle cut open in two places, get various ligaments attached and reconstructed, am placed in a cast almost up to my knee and the only painkiller prescribed to me is.....MOTRIN?!?!?!?! I thought at least you'd hook a sister up with some hydrocodone. The throbbing is killing me. I have no idea how long it will be before I walk without crutches, but I have a feeling it will be a longass time.

My summer of being a shut-in begins.

Monday, June 27, 2005

all for swinging me around

It's been a crazy week. I went to three different Phillies games this week. Tuesday I rooted for the Phils against the Mets, while Friday and Sunday I finally got to see my beloved Red Sox beat their asses. It was a fun time, albeit occasionally met with hostility from some phrustrated Phillies phans.

Saturday I went up to Brooklyn to see the New Pornographers play at Prospect Park. It was fairly mediocre, since Neko Case was not performing. It was fun to catch up with youthlarge, however.

And, finally, here are the six songs that sju tagged me for:

1. "C'mon, C'mon," the Von Bondies (It's the theme to my new TV obsession, Rescue Me)
2. "The Beast and the Dragon, Adored," Spoon
3. "The Ballad of the Comeback Kid," the New Pornographers (sorely missing from Saturday night's set)
4. "City of Blinding Lights," U2
5. "Red Right Ankle," the Decemberists (surgery's tomorrow, albeit on left ankle)
6. "Mr. Brightside," the Killers. (I never listen to the radio, so I had no idea this song was huge. As with the Von Bondies, I am a year behind...)

So yeah, I'm going under the knife tomorrow. Wish me luck and send me lots of e-mail since I won't be on my feet for a while...

Monday, June 20, 2005

I have become addicted to the televisual oeuvre of one Denis Leary. We purchased season one of Rescue Me on DVD when we bought our new receiver on Friday. I watched it all within 48 hours. I can't wait for the new season to start on Tuesday. We also have purchased Leary's 2000-2001 dramedy The Job on DVD. I just love the dark humor in both series. I have a weakness for alcholic/pill-popping antihero shlubs, what can I say?

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

electronic minutiae

So, do I make the ravioli I bought at Whole Foods tonight? I guess so. This would have been day 11 of My Life as a Desperate Housewife, but the husband came home briefly yesterday. He's back for another day or so tomorrow. Ah, the joy of life on the road/working in NYC. It's still hot! hot! hot! here, and I have no motivation to do anything. I would really like to watch some of the netflix we have at home, but unfortunately our receiver decided to crap out. Yes, this is right after we get the new TV. So now we need a new receiver, and the only way for me to watch DVDs is on the laptop, which is just not at all satisfying. I really wanted to get my paranoia on and watch The Conversation. Le sigh.

Saw Dan Clowes last night at the Free Library. It was a very entertaining slide show/interview conducted by Chip Kidd. I am now waiting with baited breath for this film. Graphic novels are something that I've dabbled in, but I think it may be time for a full-blown addiction. Maybe that will be my other non-school related reading goal this summer beyond Rock Biography/Memoir 101.

Saturday, June 11, 2005

adventures in ice cream

Move over, Touchdown Sundae. I have a new favorite ice cream flavor. Hello, Peanut Butter Nation. I wish I were in the New England area so that I could actually eat it.

Saw the Old 97's last night, thanks to a last-minute ticket scoop by Dave. (He bought me 2 of the last 4 seats.) I'm glad I ended up going. They brought the rock, but I did groan at a few of the song choices. I am just not a fan of Drag It Up for the most part, and you know what? I'm OK with that.

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

look around, all you see are sympathetic eyes

RIP Anne Bancroft. The definition of a "classy broad," and a damn fine actress.

Sunday, June 05, 2005

the high-definition life

So, our wedding present to ourselves is a brand new HDTV. Of course, the minute we plug it in, there's a problem. There are purple and green splotches on the sides, which could be a magnetizing issue or something more dire. So, within two hours of buying the TV, we're calling the repair shop. They're coming tomorrow. They better fix my baby right, since I plan on watching a lot of crap this summer. And I want that crap to be in high-def. Also, they better not take the TV away without putting my old one back on the entertainment center. The hubby is gone for nearly two weeks, and my weak ass can't lift the TV. I need the TV to watch my Netflix and all that "fine" reality programming which will cause my IQ to plummet in the next few months.

I have also decided that this is the summer of the rock biography and rock documentary. I finally watched The Last Waltz yesterday. It's been in our DVD collection ever since the special edition came out, and I'm just now getting around to watching it. I've decided now that my new piece of pretentious dinner party conversation will be that this is Scorsese's best film. I followed it up with Rattle and Hum, and I'm now convinced that Phil Joanou was ripping off Waltz in some of the performance footage, since it all concentrates on the interaction of the musicians onstage instead of the adoring audience. (Which, of course, really should be the more interesting focal point. One of my favorite things about both films is watching the communication with just a look or simple hand gesture between band members.) I think U2 are infinitely better performers now, once they got past the so-earnest-it's-painful stage. Of course, the "Sunday Bloody Sunday" sequence is one of the most powerful performances in the film, and the impassioned earnestness works there, but I digress...

Right now I'm watching the Old 97's live DVD, which does not seem to be influenced by Waltz and makes Rattle and Hum look like a masterpiece instead of the self-indulgent drivel most of it is. It's getting me stoked to see the 97's on Friday, when my ridiculous schoolgirl crush on Sweaty Rhetty will be rekindled. Say what you will about the music, but that man is purdy.

Thursday, June 02, 2005

my washed-upness is killing me

Kieran maintains that Beauty and the Geek is going to save you from the summer rerun doldrums. I, however, am voting for Hit Me Baby One More Time, in which rock and pop has-beens play one of their hits and a hit song from today by another artist. This could be terrible. It could be brilliant.

It definitely, however, features Loverboy. One of my favorite things I've ever heard on VH1 was lead singer Mike Reno saying, "Nirvana...(long pause)...basically killed our career." Um, your career was dead long before "Smells Like Teen Spirit," my Canadian hard rock friend. And the video for "Lovin' Every Minute of It" is one of the best things to catch on VH1 Classic.

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

d'ya think i'm fertile?

Gross. Rod Stewart is 8 million different kinds of nasty. Up there with K-Fed...