Siber-Den
06 May 2006
Very Cool
Weirdest cover heard to date?
Glen Phillips' cover of I Want a New Drug on his new cd. Yes, the Huey Lewis and the News song.
[Posted @ 14:32 Texas Time on 05/06/06] [Comments (12)]
24 October 2005
Searches galore
I must be some kind of freak. I do google searches at least twenty times a day. Day and night, all day long, all night long, I'm googling something. What the hell did I even do before google? Oh yeah...had to resort to worn out personal copies of Encyclopedia Britannica (and yeah...I just googled that to make sure I spelled it correctly).
I should have it as my home page.
[Posted @ 21:30 Texas Time on 10/24/05] [Comments (5)]
08 October 2005
Opa
So, I got up this morning and threw together some eggs and sausage for Kev and me. I threw on some clothes and then dashed over to the Greek church for our second helping of Greek Festival food. Any Greek Festival expert knows that as Saturday wears on, not only does the place get PACKED, goodies run out. I HAD to get another dozen or so baklava and kourambiedes for the two so-called sugar abstainers in residence. No, no. You don't understand. I HAD TO. The box of sweets I bought Thursday night was going to run out today. So, I threw on some clothes. That pretty much describes the extent to which I readied myself to venture out into public this morning. I basically looked like a street person. I figured, heck. My former church. What's the likelihood of running into someone I know. *sigh*
In the dinner plate line, I hear my name. It's Cathy. I move back in line to get to chat with her, all the while dreading the fact that I was less than presentable.
In the sweets line, I get questions about my mom.
In the shish kabob line, I get questions about how I've been.
On my way out, I hear someone say my Greek name and turn to see my Aunt.
*sigh*
Ok...maybe next time I should at least wash my face before I head out into public.
Yum. What a special treat to dip koulourakia into my coffee. Thank goodness the workouts have been going well. I can eat without guilt. Then again, Kev would contend guilt rarely enters into the picture where my appetite is concerned. : )
Yum.
[Posted @ 12:09 Texas Time on 10/08/05] [Comments (3)]
28 September 2005
It's FEMA's Fault, Isn't It
Evelynne asks in one of the last posts if all my plants survived the storm. *sigh* They all did, Evelynne.
I had to water them the day we came back too.
For all the terror of Wednesday and talk of sustained 125 mph winds in the city of Houston and massive flooding from a direct hit of a category 5 hurricane, most of Houston got some 40-50 mph gusts and little to no rain.
I'm not saying that upsets me in any way. Seeing what's going on just a little to the east of us has me amazingly grateful I still have plants to water, and water to water them with, not to mention a job, income, a structure over my head, every member of my family safe and sound, and every friend present, safe, and accounted for. This week could have been a whole lot different. And not "good" different.
Still. Rain would've been nice. : )
[Posted @ 12:06 Texas Time on 09/28/05] [Comments (0)]
22 September 2005
I want fries with that
This may sound like a stupid thing to admit, but I just spent about thirty minutes calling one restaurant after another looking for food. I even tried bars. They're open, mind you. Quite a few are actually. Their kitchens aren't. Fast food places are closed too. We were hoping to have one last, pre-hurricane nice meal. Ain't happenin'. It's leftovers for us.
[Posted @ 19:54 Texas Time on 09/22/05] [Comments (7)]
I like my 'ritas to go
We're staying. My mom's will be ground zero. It's absolutely still outside. And hot. I've never felt a more oppressive, heavy heat.
I...watered our plants in the back. Yeah, crazy. But...they were wilting from this oppressiveness. I know they'll be torn to hell tomorrow, but I couldn't stand to see the basil wilt that way. And I watered them yesterday morning.
We might have escaped the worst of it. I hope so. The path seems to have shifted a great deal east. I don't think I've ever been as scared as last night when computer models showed that thing making landfall in Galveston as a category 5. My family experienced some pretty tense moments as a result of it.
I've had offers from people all over the country to come and stay with them or use property or houses they own. I posted to one of the lists that I've been subscribed to for years, and the offers just came in. It was amazing. Serious offers...made replete with cell phone numbers and addresses. Maybe if we didn't have Kev's aunt and parents in Oklahoma as blessed options, we'd have to consider it. The mega traffic jams made all the offers moot though. Just the fact that complete strangers offered...
See y'all on the other side. Take care!!
[Posted @ 16:42 Texas Time on 09/22/05] [Comments (1)]
20 September 2005
Winny
Yeah...I think I've spent too much time around dogs.
I'm on a 7-day course of an anti-bacterial (what difference that has with an antibiotic, I still haven't figured out). Anyway, this particular anti-bacterial has an AWFUL aftertaste. That's not really what it is. It starts to dissolve as it is swallowed. And. That. Taste. Is. Foul. Plus, it's nauseating. What to do. I took the third dose tonight and decided that I needed to coat it with something to help protect it from dissolving before it reaches my stomach. What kind of experience do I have with this kind of a conundrum? What do I usually wrap pills in to get Kiwi to swallow? I smoosh cheese around them. Yep. Tonight's dose was covered in smooshed Boar's Head Colby cheese and then quickly swallowed. No dissolving. No aftertaste. And...the nausea wasn't as bad either.
I wrapped a pill in cheese and took it. Kiwi watched with some concern. Since she got the leftover piece of cheese, I'm sure she likes this arrangement a lot more than the previous ones.
Too much time around dogs?
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So...this hurricane thing has me a bit worried. I've been on the phone all day with various family members discussing contingency plans. It looks like my mom's is ground zero for most of the family. Kev and I are going to test the hurricane-worthiness of midtown's crop of condos by riding out the storm in ours.
I spent about 45 minutes this afternoon perusing through various hotel search sites to see if my mom and co. could evacuate to a nearby city. I couldn't find ONE hotel room for this weekend. And I checked San Antonio, New Braunfels, Gonzales, Waco, College Station, Bryan, Conroe, the Woodlands and Huntsville. Nothing. Nada. Zero. Blanco. You get the picture.
I went to a store this afternoon to stock up on water, and the last pallet of boxes of gallon jugs was brought out while I watched. I got twelve gallons. The shelves were bare. I've never seen anything like it. And I lived through Alicia in '83, one of the scariest things I've experienced.
I tell you. There's nothing like hearing from someone who grew up in Oklahoma that he and his friend who's from New York City have decided that hurricanes aren't all that. Yeah. My mind is TOTALLY at ease now that someone who grew up in Oklahoma and someone who grew up in New York City have deemed the rest of us Nervous Nellies.
: P
Yep. I'm a bit worried. I usually don't even follow this stuff. Damn Katrina.
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Mom and I had breakfast tonight for dinner. As we were sitting at the ol' IHOP, an older African American man smiled and made eye contact with us from a few tables over and started chatting across the way (the place was empty). Before we knew it, we asked him to join us and he spent the rest of our dinner chatting with us. It seems he's a pastor at a Fifth Ward Pentecostal church. He was fascinating. He was also amazingly hard of hearing and maybe just a little senile, but he seemed to enjoy the two crazy Greek women carrying on with him. I hope he has a good time at his 50th high school reunion next month. : )
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Yep. A bit worried. I still can remember the sound of the creaking of my mom's house under the brunt of Hurricane Alicia's winds.
How about that, Evelynne? Not only am I talking about the weather, I'm telling weather stories from the past!! You ain't old till that starts happening. : )
[Posted @ 23:17 Texas Time on 09/20/05] [Comments (4)]
13 September 2005
Busted
My Goodness!! Who's responsible for dusting around this place? *cough cough*
Yes, it's been a while.
I just sent this email to Kev:
awwww.
so, the phone has been ringing off the wall this morning. i haven't really paid much attention to it, but it finally got on my nerves a second ago, so i answered it. it was beatrice. i think she seemed...concerned that a woman was answering; she faltered a bit and then asked for eugene. when i replied that she had the wrong number, there was silence for about six seconds and then she hung up without saying anything else.
poor eugene.
is she going to realize that it really has been a wrong number all this time, or is eugene going to get his ass kicked at some point today?
Beatrice still leaves messages on our voicemail. Some weeks are needier than others for Beatrice. I probably should have explained it to her, but I was so amused when I realized who it was, that I didn't think to set her straight. One of these days....
[Posted @ 10:10 Texas Time on 09/13/05] [Comments (3)]
28 June 2005
Yikes
[Posted @ 09:14 Texas Time on 06/28/05] [Comments (0)]
26 June 2005
I'm Not In Kansas Anymore
I've been having quite vivid dreams lately. Strange ones, disturbing ones, curious ones. One of my departed uncles appeared in one and it was a pleasure to see him again. He was in a wheelchair and unable to talk his last few years alive, and seeing him...well...and happy...was cool. One of Kev's friends appeared in another. I have faint recollection of my beloved Stormy appearing in another one. I think I've been working too hard and sleeping soundly as a result.
Last night, I was revisited by a tornado dream. Tornado dreams are one of my recurring dream themes. I've had dozens of these dreams, and they're not very pleasant dreams. Usually they involve a loved one and a desire to protect the loved one and myself from an approaching tornado. The tornado eventually destroys the house or structure that we'll happen to be taking cover in, but we manage to survive. The setting changes, the characters change, the houses change, but the theme is basically the same. Except for last night's.
Last night, there was an absolutely huge tornado on the horizon approaching. There were no loved ones with me that I was concerned about, but there were strangers. Strangely, I couldn't get anyone really to care that this huge tornado was approaching. They went about their business, and I basically ended up standing and watching as it approached. And approach it did. For the first time, I wasn't in a structure or shelter, I was out in the open. As the tornado approached, it became smaller and smaller, until finally it was right next to me. I carefully kept away from it in the dream, but it was so small and so non-threatening, there really didn't seem to be a need to. As it spun near me, it couldn't have been more than a few feet wide. Instead of waking feeling scared and out of breath, I awoke feeling perplexed and just a little relieved.
Strange. Since I'm an internalizer, I've always interpreted these tornado dreams to mean that I've got quite a bit going on inside me emotionally that usually never sees the light of day. I guess I gotta get it out somehow, and the tornado dreams take form. This one was weird though. Hmmm. Is there a molehill I'm making a mountain out of...or were the margaritas partaken last night so powerful, they rewired my tornado dream?
[Posted @ 22:09 Texas Time on 06/26/05] [Comments (5)]
22 June 2005
Deeply Etched?
So, Sivan sent me the link to SpeedRacer.com. I like the description of the series on this page.
Maybe I need to borrow some of John's DVDs. : )
[Posted @ 21:51 Texas Time on 06/22/05] [Comments (0)]
17 June 2005
Only Five Continents?
I'm in the market for a new cell phone. The one I'm using now has been VERY used for three years now (I easily use up my allotted 900 minutes every month, not to mention most of the 3000 nighttime and weekend minutes), but it's been a trusty phone, and I often joke around that I don't want it to know that I'm looking for its replacement. Yes, I'm strange. I get too attached to the inanimates (is that a word?) in my life. Anyway, I stumbled across this phone in my research. I want it. With a sticker price of $800, I can safely mark it off the list. Geez. It's more expensive than the desktop that I'm using right now.
Kev just offered friendly advice from across the room. He thinks it would be too big for me and my needs. My phone goes with me on my nightly walks (can't buy shorts without pockets for that reason)...heck...the phone goes with me everywhere. Hmm. It's still an amazing phone. If only it were $600 cheaper.
Only Nokia will do. My last two phones have been Nokias, and I love the way they're set up.
Oh well. Maybe a phone that they'll give me $30 to take home will do instead.
I realized the other day that I've had this cell phone number now for ten years. I got it in June of 1995. It really makes me feel old when I can date things like cell phone numbers in decades.
[Posted @ 23:27 Texas Time on 06/17/05] [Comments (5)]
16 June 2005
Insanity
Is it a sign of an impending stroke that all morning, I've been singing the theme song from Speed Racer?
Here he comes,
Here comes Speed Racer.
He's a demon on wheels.
He's a demon and he's going to be chasing after someone.
....
He's busy revving up the powerful Mach 5.
And when the odds are against him...
Those are the lyrics running through my head at the moment. I don't know if they're the correct lyrics.
I have no idea what has prompted this cursed ditty from my past to haunt me at this exact moment, but there you go.
And yeah...it used to be my favorite afternoon tv show when I was in elementary school. Have I heard this song in three decades? Prolly not.
Oh dear...I can even remember Sparky, Chin Chin, and Racer X. Trixie!!! His girlfriend's name was Trixie!!!
Oh, where oh where has my life gone?
UPDATE: Kev just informed me that he doesn't know what Speed Racer is. I. Am. Shocked.
And I admitted to him that, as a third grader, I had a crush on Speed. I used to run home from school just so I wouldn't miss any of it. It came on at 3:00, after all. Yeah. I had a crush on a cartoon character. What? You're surprised? Maybe TC (aka The Cobra) was borne from day after day of watching the Mach 5 do wondrous feats at the hands of Speed. Yeah. That's probably what that's all about.
I sang the ditty for him. He was most pleased (not).
Go, Speed Racer, Go!!!
[Posted @ 11:44 Texas Time on 06/16/05] [Comments (11)]
08 June 2005
Confessions
I'm sure I'm way behind the times, but this site fascinates me. I spent quite a bit of time reading every one of these postcards when I first came across the site. I'm not sure why I'm so mesmerized by them. Maybe all the effort put into them? Dunno.
[Posted @ 15:45 Texas Time on 06/08/05] [Comments (2)]
07 June 2005
Dirty Greek
I had dinner with my mom tonight. We went to a very good Greek restaurant in town. When we ordered our Ouzos-on-the-rocks, our waiter asked us if we wanted a dirty Greek instead. Without grimacing too much, we bravely asked what that was. His response? Ouzo with a splash of Kahlua. I couldn't bring myself to try it, but my mom did. It was actually...ok. At least...that's my verdict after trying a tiny sip. She really enjoyed it though. How the heck did they come up with that one?
Kev's probably thinking: why on earth would someone ruin perfectly good Kahlua that way. : )
And yeah...I haven't updated in years. And yeah...I need to do a float trip update.
[Posted @ 21:26 Texas Time on 06/07/05] [Comments (5)]
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