Sunday, March 6, 2011


I'm sick as a dog right now. Sick, sick, sick. Work is a disgusting petri dish of germ-infested germy germs and late last week I got slimed. Every strand of my hair hurts. It hurts to move my eyeballs back and forth. Sick. Do you understand me? I'm sick.

While I've been slipping in and out of consciousness tonight, I've been watching the 25th anniversary special of Les Miserables. For me, Les Mis is in the top 10 reasons to live. This version has some boy band member as Marius, which doesn't sit well with me at all, but I think I may have found my new favorite Javert. That's no small thing. My all-time favorite Jean Val Jean? Colm Wilkinson, of course. Duh. But this guy did just fine during "Bring Him Home" which is, of course, the ultimate test.

17 Jean Val Jeans are right here. (Is it just me, or does Iceland look like Vladimir Lenin?) And my favorite song from Les Mis is here. You must wait for the very last note. Ahhhhhh.

I didn't watch the Oscars last week or whatever, but I enjoyed the summary on Bigezbear more than I could have any television show. My favorite part of his recap?
I'm hearing today that a lot of people were put off by Kirk Douglas's appearance. He was old and kind of decrepit. Yes, he was. Get over it. Getting old and kind of decrepit is what happens to you when you don't die young.
If you're not reading Glenn, I can't help you.

Speaking of Les Mis, a month or so ago I ordered myself a couple little surprises and they arrived last week.

(The two on the left are mine - the one on the right isn't custom; just one she sells that I think is cute.) Jane Mount is a genius who paints porn pictures of your favorite books so you can oogle them for all time. (She also has a birthday close to mine, and she also turns 40 this year. We chatted.) She had a Valentine's Day special running so I indulged and got them made for my favorite valentine. I've been making tiny changes to my apartment, just mixing it up a little to make it homier and keep it organized. I bought a new bookshelf, and I got a bunch of cheap art from Etsy framed with IKEA frames. I love my little place. I'll post some pics when it all comes together.

My 200 year old, totally blind cat needs company while I'm on vacation. He's . . . special, so he needs some special help. I hired a friend of an acquaintance who runs a pet sitting business (sounds so legitimate, doesn't it?) who came to meet the cat last weekend and made two racist comments within five minutes of setting foot in my house. As she left, she casually said, "You would want JJ to be humanely euthanized in the event something terrible happened, right?" I then sent out a desperate e-mail plea to my schoolmates asking if anyone lived in the area who didn't want to kill my cat, and got a reply from a woman whose daughter lives and works close by. I met her this weekend and handed over the key to my house. Another perfect stranger. She's not going to torture him or ignore him, right? Taking care of the cat issue is always the most stressful part of going away.

I kind of hate school. I don't really know what to do. I'm grateful that my current class, Multiculturalism, is really great and making it all almost worth it. My sister went into nursing as a second career in her mid-30's and from her first day of school, I was shocked at how mean experienced nurses were to new nurses - constant discouragement and horror stories about the industry with no "other side" to balance it out. That's all I can compare my experience of being in a teacher education program with. I need to figure this out at some point.

This is 10-time world champ Kelly Slater from an article in GQ on the best athletes of all-time. Yes, he's pouring a beer over his head while riding a wave. Can I learn to do that?

I like watching the kids, but I tend to find the (ahem) older surfers a little more inspirational. Kelly is 39 and he currently holds the record for being both the youngest and oldest world champ. Not bad. Here's a gorgeous, quick vid of Kelly's evolution to 10 titles. Pure beauty, no?

And this is one of my sister's dogs finding the only sliver of sunshine in the state of New York.

I don't know; I just thought it was cute.

Enough. Night!


  1. You're not sick, you're overwhelmed with things to do. Unless, of course, you kissed somebody with perfume all over her face, in which case, all I can say is scrub before you eat. Although it sounds too late for that.

    The first half of your cat paragraph is a Poe tale in miniature. All the elements of the classic horror story are in those few sentences.

    A 39-year-old surfer?! Who looks like Bruce Willis?! And still drinks beer like a Cajun?! Moondoggie! (I'm talking from "Gidget" not the band).

    Me, I'm with the dog.

  2. I hope you are better in time for your trip! Stupid germs.

    Something is on its way to you- happy birthday sisterfriend.


  3. "boy band Marius" Hahaha! Oh how I wish that weren't true. Oh well, I don't love Les Mis for Marius anyways. He's just a plot device.

  4. Euthanized? Who even says that? That would be the last thing I would ever want to hear if I was going to leave my pet with someone.

    I hope you feel better soon! The sickness is like the plague and it's everywhere! Literally everyone at work is sick, bah.

    Your trip is SO close! And like I said when we got to together: you are going to ROCK IT!

    So going to ROCK IT!

  5. Yikes to the creepy cat killer...who says stuff like that?