aquabean: (Smoke adds flavor)
If you had been in the vicinity of my Grandmother's driveway at around nine pm this evening, you would have been witness to a sight of National Geographic style proportions.

A gold Toyota Camry is circled almost entirely by two young women, one directly behind the other. The woman in front waves one arm up and down, and over her head, in a regular pattern, speaking quietly. Her other arm she raised up and down opposite to the first, though not as high, because in it she holds a large opaque bottle. Full of Pat and Oscar's salad dressing. It shakes in her hand at the high point in its arc, a shiver that makes it a weapon and a scepter.

All the way around the car they go, starting at the front of the car and traveling past the passenger side, around the trunk to the driver's door. There, the ritual complete, they stop, hug and the girl with the salad dressing returns to the passenger side of the car, while her companion gets in on the driver's side.

Two or three minutes later the car pulls out of the driveway, turning left at the bottom of hill, and traveling out sight.

They keep the bottle of dressing next a bag of lettuce on the floor of the car.

And this is how we keep cobwebs from getting in Karot's hair at my grandmother's house, 'cause they totally gross her out. I am very tough, though I think this is probably the first time I've ever wielded a lemon-vinegrette to do it.
aquabean: (Capture. Hold.)
I have a cold again. Which seems like the only time I post here, but I feel there are a few folks I have been lax in talking to recently and they should know why.

Also, Facebook totally owns me. Wow so fun and weird and fun and random all the people from high school and college that I've found. Though mostly college. Awww, I miss Kenyon.

Let's see, other news since I'm here and coherent for a few minutes in a row...

- Dad got a MacBook today for when school starts at the end of the month (he's going to be 57 on the first of October and this will be his first quarter at UCSD where he'll be getting a BA in English Literatures. I'm kind of stupid proud of him).

- Dad's MacBook came with a free iPod Nano. Which he gave to me. It's blue and named Ben and I <3 both it and my papa for being so sweet to me.

- Karot has been working lots this summer and between us we've managed to have some fun, visit some people close by, and spend some really quality time with both our families.

- Karot's Grandmother died the day after labour day, but everyone is holding up well. We spent time with her parents and it was just nice. Also, I think they don't hate me, so that leaves me thrilled in an entirely selfish way.

- My own Gma turns 93 this upcoming Tuesday, and I'm pretty stoked on that. She's had shingles for the past couple of months, which has been rough, but she's pulling along okay and just as wacky as ever. My parents are spending pretty much all their free time up at her place now, and it's interesting to watch my mother go from indulgent to frustrated to just resigned all in the space of five minutes. She has the patients of a saint, that woman.

- Bear is in Colorado right now and the family all miss her and I've finally, finally come to terms with the fact that my kid sister is the Gold Child. 'Cause she is. But somehow I'm really proud of her for that. I have this life that I'm insanely happy with, and if she can go out into the world and make her music and find that same thing for herself, then I know she'll be okay no matter what.

- We now own seven fish. Seven. This is officially the end of the line because there's just no where else to put another fish. Except for that one spot with the empty bowl on the bookcase. But we're saving that for when we find a little girl fish we just have to take home. For the time being it's staying empty.

- Today I finished reading Anne Lamott's Bird by Bird, which was exactly what I needed. Despite the fact that she says over and over all these things I already know about writing and the writing process she does it with such good humour and irreverance that it just hit home. I think I may actually have to go and get some work done sometime soon. Woe is me.

- Karot (who is sitting on the sofa with me and being sympathetic despite my constant whining about how my head is full of snot) would like it noted that just the other day we watched My Neighbors the Yamadas, and loved every minute of it. It's not often that you find movies like this, stories that told for the sheer joy of the moment, with genuine whimsy. That's right, it's whimsical, and perfectly lovely. There's laughter that stems from the truth of family, and other moments that nothing more that happily absurd. There is even one perfect scene of quiet personal tragedy that made me smile because of the truth of it all.

- Karot starts school at the end of the month with my dad, and she's getting geared up for it slowly but surely. It means fewer work hours but more time doing work at home. It also means more time figuring out work schedules and bus routes and all kinds of things. It also means I get to wander around campus and pretend I'm a student. ...I wonder if I'll run into Papa. Heh.

- "High School Musical 2 was a disappointment and Corbin Bleu is still gay." Both of Karot's statements are true, though I would have to add that I did love the bit in the movie where Chad and Ryan traded shirts between scenes. I want to know what went down in the locker room to make that happen.

- Vanessa Hudgens, star of the previously mentioned HSM world, recently made the news because someone leaked naked pictures she took of herself when she was like 15. What makes this amazing was that my dad knew about it.

Scene: *follows a conversation between Karot and myself about Ashley Tisdale and how we <3 her while in the car with dad after work today*
Dad: *driving* Yeah, some Disney girl had naked pictures on the internet--
Me and Karot: Vanessa!
Dad: --They said it was going to ruin her career but I don't buy it. I'd never even her of her before now.
Me and Karot: *give him gossipy details on the story*
Dad: Well, times sure have changed. I mean, it's not like that's not how she is all the time under her clothes anyway.
Karot: Magic nakedness!
Dad: Heh.

- The KFC across the street from us is now surrounded by a chain-link fence with a large white banner reading, "Closed for remodeling" and then address of the next closest KFC. This would be less wildly entertaining if the building were, in fact, still standing. You rather reassess your definition of "remodeling" when faced with a lot composed of nothing more than one unlit KFC bucket and a whole lot of dirt.

- My only real concern with the new Pod is that I'll get too caught up in listening to Prairie Home Companion podcasts or something and forget to look before crossing the street and die.

That about sums it up for meaningful content over here. It's time for dinner and then bed (boo work at 7am I'm still not sure I'll be well enough to go to), besides which all those fish need feeding too. Maybe that's why it looks like they're all giving me the stink-eye from the tops of their bowls.
aquabean: (Sasuke - Oh baby. Oh baby.)
Working in footwear today:

Me: *walks past dad and kid, heading to back room*
Dad: *looking at shoes*
Kid: *staring off into space with--*
Dad: *looks down at kid* ...
Dad: Get your hand out of your pants!
Kid: ...
Kid: *stares off into space, cuppin' away*
Me: ...
Me: *make it inside back room for becoming dead of giggles*

Seriously, that little man isn't gonna have any problems later in life figuring out exactly where his bits are or how he likes them handled.

Also, this icon with this post is just wrong, but I don't care. HEH.
aquabean: (Yoochun - FEED HIM SOUP)
So that I don't have to write it:

In which Jae totally kicks Bobby Flay's ASS and Iron Chef is never the same.

Unf, subconscious, unf.


Aug. 9th, 2006 11:38 am
aquabean: (Mating habits.)
Okay. So.

[ profile] karotsamused has hijacked the journal again. There are a few things to be said, and Rune figured it'd be cool to gank hers while I'm on Hayate.

First off, I started summer school ! Whee. One of my classmates? Reminds me of [ profile] ranalore's Senor so hard it's not even funny. He's back from serving with the navy and trying to pass his LSATs so he's taking a logic course. Woo.

RUNE AND I JUST GOT DONE MAKING FUNNEL CAKES! Which are for the win! Fuck you, carnival folk!

And finally, there is nothing quite like being reprimanded by your girlfriend's mother for giving your girlfriend love bites. That led to a discussion of Rune's apparent immaculate conception.

Rune: It's not like you've never done anything like this!
Rune's Mom: *Looks at Rune*
Rune: Oh, that's right, I forgot I was immaculately conceived.
Rune's Mom: I thought you'd have figured that out by now.
Rune: ... *laugh!* Oh, like dad would ever stand for that.
Rune's Mom: *~smiles~*
Rune: ...
Rune: Ahh!
Rune: *changes subject to much less scarring lingerie*

As well as the argument along the lines of "You're not a teenager anymore!" at which point I popped up and cried "I -am- a teenager!"
The only good response to that one was an accusatory, if laughing, "I know!"

Rune is convinced this means her mom doesn't hate me.

Oh yeah. In-laws for the win.
aquabean: (ohfucktrouble.)
[ profile] ranalore and I ran errands today and then went by my parent's place to say hi and bug them for a little while. Randomly, however, there are two skateboards in the living room.

Me: *as I walk past them* Hey, what's with the boards? Are they Jack's?
Dad: No, Christopher's. We've got them 'cause he's being punished.
Me: Heh.
Dad: We've also keeping his science experiment.
Me: You've got his what?
Dad: Naty found it in his room asked what it was. He said it was a "science experiment." She brought it over here to check.
Me: . . .
Me: Wait! You guys still have it?!
Dad: It's just little. *he holds his hand up, thumb and first finger three or four inches apart*
Me: *turn to mom for some kind of more reasonable answer* ...
Mama: *The world's most innocent expression ever*
Me: I can't believe you're keeping it!
Dad: What?
Me: Oh my god.
Mama: *laughs*
Rana: *has slowly been collapsing from giggles*
Dad: *wanders off to fix a light bulb somewhere*
Mama: *lets me change the subject slightly and completely blowing off what I've just learned*
Me: *omgwtf my parents are insane*

aquabean: (Face.)
Hi. My name is Rune and the day before yesterday I fabreezed my dog.
aquabean: (WTF?)
No, really, I've got a possum in a bucket in my backyard and I don't know what to do.


The poodles (who are currently locked in the bathroom and not at all happy about it) cornered this possum and it climbed into one of those five gallon black plastic pots plants come in from the nursery (Dad's a landscaper and there's tons of that stuff laying around here), but now I don't know what to do with it.

Can I just take a the rake and knock the pot over and hope the possum runs out? I can't leave for work with the poodles in the bathroom because that would be just cruel. But I can't really leave the possum out there either.

I really, really don't want to pick up a little plastic bucket full of really freaked out possum.

...animal control? How does a person decide if it's worth calling animal control?

*flails and runs off to see if the five minutes this took to write was enough to make the possum leave on it's own*

ETA I: Possum still in bucket. I went next door and the very nice neighbors gave me the box their new coffee pot had come in and I'm going to see if I can tip the possum into the box. ...Yeah, that's kinda what I said, but hey, I've gotta start somewhere.

ETA II: Okay, no. That box is so not strong enough to hold what is, on closer inspection, a very, very large possum. Gah! What am I supposed to do?
...Okay, I'm going to google animal control. Just to see... *faceplams and relies on the internets like the good little nerd she is*

ETA III: Solution. Find a box trolley/dolly/lifter thing and wheel the possum (still in bucket) to the little gated area off to the side of the house. Let small dogs out of bathroom.
Problem. Discover that there's a hole in the fence between yard and gated off area and yard. Put dogs back inside. Bedroom this time.
Solution: Get out lifter, and move possum (still in bucket) all the way to the front yard and store under some bushes. Prepare to release dogs a second time.


Feb. 8th, 2006 12:41 pm
aquabean: (Evil.)
Following my previous post... *snicker*

Thanks to [ profile] s1ncer1ty for image. XD


Feb. 8th, 2006 01:54 am
aquabean: (All these things...)
Have just finished mainlining the whole of Weiss Kreuz: Gluhen with [ profile] ranalore.

Oh. My. God.

Starting at about episode eight -- all episodes before this point can be summed up in three letters. W, T and F -- it the plot started to maybe pretend to ride the logic trolley, at by ten I realized why it was that I cared about these boys and the last episode. Oh, the last episode left me in tears.

My BOYS. *flail!*

The chances of a coherent review or opinion are roughly zero, but I can say the following:

1) KEN!
2) Dude, Crashers? "They blow shit up, so you don't have to."
3) Youji, you had me worried for a while their buddy, but, I never should have doubted you.
4) Omi, Omi, Omi. I hate to break it to you kiddo, but Aya's just not interested. Also? Your Grandpa sucks eggs.
5) KEN! And Aya! And the airport and the "I'll hold him while you--" *puddle of wibble*
6) No one makes a better entrance than Schwarz. Nobody.
7) The Omi wannabe had to die. His rent-boy costume didn't match the rest of the team.
8) Youji, I hate your hat.
9) ...did anyone else notice that the Crashers had a Hakkai?
10) ...Okay, yeah. It's still Ken. Man does that boy ever need a hug. Preferably from Aya.
aquabean: (killersquirrel)
So... stay up all night and what happens next? You end up rec-ing bizare and cracked out Weiss porn. Ohyeah.

Two assassins walk into a bar...

Another peanut bounced across the counter, glancing off Ken’s hand and spinning on the glossy wood.

Ken slammed his hand down on the small, round nut as Farfarello reached for it, catching the tips of the other man’s fingers under his palm. "That’s mine now."

"Including my fingers?"

by Ningengirai

And then you have a Schwartz that's all... Nice?

"Why... is Schwarz.....being so nice...? Why?" Omi sounded like he'd rather not have wasted the effort to speak, and he looked better when he lapsed into silence yet again.

"Crawford... ... said so." Nagi struggled for an explanation as to why Schwarz had taken the orphan in. "This is probably too late... I never wanted to fight Weiss. I never wanted to fight you. I did so because Crawford ordered us to. I can't answer your questions... I'm sorry... I don't know how. Because I don't know why exactly, either."

They were interrupted by a knock on the door. At Nagi's greeting, Crawford came in.

"Have I arrived too late, or just in the nick of time?" he asked, sitting down on Nagi's bed. "I knew you were going to ask that... I've come with the only explanation I could possibly give you." Omi waited patiently.
"You... remind me of my son."

Glass Castles
by Yami Bakura
aquabean: (Oh baby. Oh baby.)
It is very hard to make out with someone when all you can hear in your head is Clint Eastwood making snide comments.

"Do you feel lucky, punk? Well, do ya?"

I think I might have actually gotten lucky too if it weren't for him.

aquabean: (Fjord!)
Just tossin' 'em up. Feel free to help yourselves.

1. 2.


4. 5.


Also? Arm still hurts, but the heating pad is at least distracting.
aquabean: (Who's your daddy?)
Because my dad's Spanish final was a little too much for some of you...

I did a little translating. )
aquabean: (Tortillas...)
My dad has gone back to school this past year. Currently he's doing his finals stuff, one of which was a project for his Spanish class. The assignment was to redo the text book how they would if they wrote the book. Dad was given Chapter 1 and decided that the highlight of his presentation would be a worksheet for counting and the alphabet.

Bear almost had tea out her nose when she read it. )

Oh, he's totally getting an A.
aquabean: (Who's your daddy?)
In the car on the way home from the airport tonight...

Bear: ...and then I remembered, tattoos aren't for seasons.

Oh yes, the Bear has returned from college for Christmas break.


Nov. 20th, 2005 12:37 am
aquabean: (WTF?)
Me: ...*
My Inner Aristotle: ...
Me: ...
Me: *colapse*

*Please see the post by [ profile] karotsamused for the complete, and Vader-cry free, detail of the day's events.
aquabean: (ohfucktrouble.)
These icons fall into existence in the following order:

1 and 2: For those out there wanting happy love icons. Ohyeah.

3 and 4: For [ profile] karotsamused. Because. ...*coughsnerkcough*

5: For miss [ profile] wordsofastory, because she asked me for an icon with this picture. Yeah, I know, I stole the lyrics from the Tatsumi song, but still.

1. 2.

3. 4.


ETA: For Karot...
aquabean: (Who's your daddy?)
Tuesdays. That is all.

My car, Trixie, has been giving me fits since the end of the summer. In the last six months I've spent in the neighborhood of $800 to get her to the point where... I need a new catalitic converter. The car's been in the shop since last Thursday and I won't get her back until Wednesday. Also? It's going to cost $1,070. Arugh.

I asked for requests. Here are the first few. Mostly just random and all up for grabs. If anyone else has stuff they want, just let me know-- even better if you have an image in mind. Heh.

1. 2. 3. 4. .
aquabean: (Oh Snap!)
I call home. XD

Me and Mama: *have nice conversation about her new car*
Me: So can I talk to Papa?
Mama: *deadpan* Only if you beg.
Me: ...wha'?
Mama: Beg for it.
Me: ...Plleeeeaaase? Mama, come ooooon.
Mama: Nope, not enough.
Me: But Mama, I looooove you. Pleeeeeease, please can I talk to him?
Mama: ...I don't know.
Me: Awwww, you're mean!
Mama: No, I finally learned how to get stuff.
Me: *hmph*
Me: I looooooove you.
Mama: *smug* I know.
Me: NOW can I talk to him?
Mama: Wash your car.
Me: *facepalm*


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