catheroominations

read the thirty on thirty post here.

dirty dancing was on this weekend, and I needed some mindless background noise while I worked on stuff, so I had it on. then I got all wrapped up in it.

don’t you get just a little emotional at the end of dirty dancing when johnny goes up to baby’s family’s table at the end of the season party at the resort, tells off her dad, jerry orbach, grabs baby, and takes her onstage, to dirty dance with her in front of all the vacationers?

don’t you feel just a bit verklempt when first hear the first notes of (i’ve had) the time of my life sung by jennifer warnes and bill medley?

and don’t you get even the tiniest lump in your throat when, during the dance, baby runs towards johnny, and they execute the lift perfectly to the roars of the crowd?

no?
never?

crap, it’s just me then.

a few years ago, MB bought me these fun Q cards. they’re like tarot cards. I pulled them out today and dealt 5 cards to check my long-term outlook. the instructions say to deal them face-down and turn over the center one first. that shows the big cue. the cards surrounding it further clarify details about the big cue.

this is what came up:

while searching online at 3 am for ways to make my inconsiderate loud music-playing neighbor miserable, I discovered some interesting stuff:

a face only a mother could love
just in time for halloween, these cute little devils are sure to scare up your parental insticts.

hey batter, batter, batter
there’s a new opera in the works that retells the nancy kerrigan/tonya harding “why….Why…WHY?” knee incident

give peace a chance (NSFW-not suitable for work)
even people who don’t consider themselves political activists will come together for this new movement. really, when you consider that this country is run by jerk-offs, this is quite appropriate.

happily ever after
I found this story quite by accident, on smithsonian’s site. so cute.

one of bill maher’s new rules this week
“let vikings be vikings. yes, there’s outrage that some minnesota vikings may have gone on a party cruise and then…partied. s’cuse me but what’s the point of getting your ribs crushed every week, if you can’t ocassionally get blown on a boat? besides, these are the minnesota vikings. they can’t always be the ones doing the sucking.”
(note from cath: let’s hope they suck tomorrow, for (e)’s sake.)

once upon a time, my feet looked like this:

nothing too spectacular, but not gross either.

now, because of psoriatic arthritis, my feet look more like the hobbit’s. it’s not pretty. but I did just save a bunch of money on my car insurance by switching to geico.

here are 10 things that suck about having psoriatic (krissy calls it sorry-ass) arthritis
1. no additional income hookin’ because I can’t wear stilettos
2. no bootcamp
3. no foot massages because OW!
4. I’m tired
5. I’m irritable
6. heinous-looking feet
7. no alcohol because mixed with the medication, I could die or something
8. no footsie
9. no pirouettes in my ballet shoes
10. missing my 1/2 marathon and tiffany finisher’s necklace

10 things that don’t suck about having psoriatic arthritis
1. whining
2. wimpering
3. moaning
4. saving money on pedicures
5. getting waited on
6. getting dropped off at the front door
7. get to walk around in my socks at work
8. don’t have to take out the garbage or recycling
9. people give up their chairs for me
10. can say “my balls hurt”

fresca now comes in 20-oz. bottles!

yeah, so I’m easily excited. so what?

bah! the gremlins have now entered my brain.

first, some background. every morning, as I eat my breakfast and procrastinate getting ready, I watch the today show on nbc. I even TiVo it because I don’t want to miss anything important going on in the world.

so the other day, while watching it, I saw this (note the time on the bose on top of the tv and the clock in the right bottom corner of the tv):

strange that katie and john leguizamo both have their eyes closed at that moment. must have been the flash.

anyway, the first thing I did was check my watch to make sure my bose clock was right. it was. so then I thought, “hmm…nbc’s clock is behind 20 minutes. weird.” kntv also took a station break at a non-half hour time.

just like scooby doo and the gang, I had to get to the bottom of this mystery. I took this picture so I could show the man and ask him to find out what was up with kntv. he has friends who work there, you see.

so when I sent him the photo, he asked if I was sure my bose clock was right, to double-check that the snafu was real before asking his friend at the station. I assured him that it was, thinking “what, does he think I’m a moron?”

last night I showed him the TiVo reording to prove my point. when I started the recording, it started at 7 am, and nbc’s clock said 7 am. we forwarded 15 minutes, and nbc’s clock said 7:15. this went on throughout the show. TiVo’s time, and nbc’s time were synched.

at almost the same time, matte and I solved the “mystery.” apparently, I had paused the TiVo recording that morning, or rewound it or something, so what was on the tv was behind 20 minutes.

who’s the box of hair now?