E&G's House

What being an environmentalist Obama supporter is really about

Why pollute the earth with more superfluous Obama buttons?  The old ones from his 2004 Senate campaign work just as well:

....I mean, for PREZ

Sure, the Illinois part is wrong, but that's nothing a sharpie can't fix. 
My mom sent me this button four years ago, around the time that the whole country was super enthused about Obama following his speech to the 2004 DNC.  Sure, neither of us were living in Illinois at the time, but my mom grew up in Chicago and my grandma still lived there, so there was at least some connection.  Anyway, come on!  You know those buttons aren't biodegradable!  Recycle for god's sake!

Last night I dreamed I was driving a stolen pickup truck

Which is weird, since I haven't driven anything in about five years.  Actually, I'm kind of terrified of driving.  I used to like it, but I feel like I've forgotten how.  In my dream I retrieved the ignition key from the bed of the truck, then hopped in and took off.  I seemed to be going smoothly, despite the fact that the truck was a stick shift and I wasn't hitting the clutch correctly.  Probably because in real life I can't remember which pedal is which.  It was fun, though, in the dream.  I recall thinking, Jeez, I should just keep this and keep going forever!  Kind of cheesy, even for a dream.  Oh well.

Slap some grass on there

I walked down to meet Andrew for lunch today, incredibly making it out of the house at the very early hour of noon.  I met him at Van Ness & Market, and on the way down there I caught a bit of the Minutemen protest going on at City Hall.  There were a lot of counter protesters, as to be expected.

Douches

"Our people"?... White people?

Look at how lame these people are

People are so fucking stupid sometimes.
Anyway, we couldn't think of anything to eat in Civic Center (Ananda Fuara didn't even cross our minds for some reason, but they were most likely closed) so we ended up at the Westfield mall food court.  It wasn't bad.  Then he headed back to work and I started wandering back to my apartment, stopping on the way to take a closer look at the bus shelter by the Asian Art Museum.  I heard a couple of weeks ago that a "living roof" had been installed on certain bus shelters to promote the opening of the Academy of Sciences, and Gavin even did some ditsy photo op thing about it.  But, I had not yet managed to check it out myself.  And... it was kinda funny, just a bunch of plants in burlap sacks piled on top of the bus shelter.  Cute. 

Yay for plants on things

Oh, and btw, Andrew, that was a Culture Bus driving by in the background!  And there were a few people on it!

The JuiceMan is in its death throes

In better times

Uh oh, my green-juice-drinking way of life is threatened!  My trusty JuiceMan blender has been sounding kind of like a rusty engine for a while now, and yesterday one of the blender jars broke.  Well, not the jar, but the blades are completely stuck and will not turn.  I tried a little bit to unwedge them, but I was afraid of cutting my fingers.  But they seemed pretty well stuck.  Don't really know what happened there.  I have another blender jar that I can use, but the blades are duller and my green juice ends up with little stray chunks of fruit, which I HATE.  My mom is bringing me her old Vita Mix when she visits next month, thank goodness.  So I only have to endure one month of chunky juice.  It's just as well; the JuiceMan has been nice but I think a Vita Mix is really more appropriate for all the blending I do.  And this is the second one I've been through, as my first one broke down when I tried to juice carrot greens in it!  So... there you go.

Things are looking up

They just keep getting better!  Turns out my Nana didn't forget about me after all, seems like there won't be any more fallout from last weekend, and I get to see the new California Academy of Sciences on Tuesday!  I still need to patch things up with my dad, who holds onto a grudge just as hard as I do.  But... somehow I feel like it's gonna blow over.

I am afraid of moths

I mean the big ones, not those tiny little things that my cat eats.  I was changing my sheets today and SOMEHOW a large dead moth appeared on one of my pillowcases!  Luckily not one that I sleep on, rather one of the decorative ones.  But still.  I don't know if it was my paranoid brain or a stray breeze from the kitchen window, but I swear it looked like one of the antennae was twitching, so I threw an upside-down shopping bag on it and then spent a few paralyzed minutes trying to decide what to do... Leave it there and deal with it later when I'm feeling braver?  Could I maneuver the bag so as to scoop the moth up and then get the window open and toss it out?  Was it alive after all?  Because if I tried to trap it in the bag and it ended up flying out (right into my face, probably!) I might just lose it completely.  I think the last time one of those big moths got into my apartment I almost destroyed my totally cute (& glass) bedside lamp with my wild flailing around, trying to swat it.  And this also isn't the first time a dead moth has shown up in my apartment; several months ago I went to open one of my windows and put my hand right on a dead moth that was up on the sill.  I may have screamed, I can't remember. 
So anyway, I finally braced myself and peeked under the bag, and sure enough the moth was dead.  I wadded it up in a paper towel and took it directly to the garbage bins in my building's basement... you can never be too sure of what a dead moth might do to exact revenge. 
Also, it has to be said: I am afraid of butterflies, too.

Cheese

In hard times I can always count on Queen and my picture book collection...

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(all from "CDC" by William Steig.  I LOVE him.)

It's A Hard Life

Queen

You can tell I don't really care

Andrew, city bureaucrat

...cause I couldn't be bothered to put in my contacts today, I was just too lazy.  I did manage to drag my ass out of the house for a while, just long enough to get to the bank (pretty important these days) and meet Andrew for a coffee in Yerba Buena gardens.  The highlight was probably when we saw a car drive by with two weenie dogs sticking their heads out of the window... I actually squealed out loud, "Look at the doggies!!!"  Heh.  BTW, the Peet's pumpkin spice latte is kinda weird tasting, don't know if I'd recommend it.  Probably just stick to the pumpkin ice cream at Mitchell's.  I was also too lazy today to make any green juice, but I made up for it by having a salad consisting of one bunch of parsley with a chopped pink pearl apple.  With balsamic vinaigrette, it's actually really good!  And your mouth feels really fresh afterward.  Just make sure to get some apple in each bite.  

Birthday = barf

Well, not literally.  I didn't stay out long enough for anything like that to happen, because pretty much everyone flaked on my birthday.  Yeah.  I had Andrew and Ronda, and also high expectations that gradually got lower and lower until I finally had to call it a night and go home to drunkenly cry on the phone to my ex-boyfriend.  So, if that's how my 24th year had to get going, I guess things can only get better from here?

Finished lower back

Well here they are, still a little red but not yet flaky.

Righty, with a twinkle

Finished banner & bluer waves

Lefty