Happy Fruitcake Day! That is what they say is today's holiday at holidays.com. Anyhoo - did everyone get what they wanted for Xmas? I didn't even realize that Chanukkah had come and gone on the heels of Turkey Day!! There I was trying to send out a birthday card on Yahoo greetings, and I look over to see, "Hanukkah ENDS". And I hadn't known it had started! Pooey. Don't know how many of you I've told, but when Subvervia was a little itty bitty girl, she used to look out of the picture window of her 23rd floor apartment and look at all the buildings around her. I used to play a game where I would try to count all the menorahs in the windows of the other buildings. Don't know why I did it, but it was a yearly tradition. Didn't even see one this year.

However, I do have to say that never did I ever think they would ever say my name on television. Yep, how many of you ever watched The Magic Mirror on PBS when you were young (or is that just an East Coast thing?) Anyway, Miss Marianne would look into the magic mirror at the end of each show and say the names of the good girls and boys. She NEVER said my name. But hey, back then, everyone was named Jennifer or Michelle or Johnny or Bobby. Nowadays, she'd probably be calling on Aaliyah, Chelsea, Trey and Giancarlo. But I digress. So, my uncle was watching Law&Order (don't know which version), and wouldn't you know it - the drug abusin', children neglectin', nasty boyfriend havin', mother upsettin' character's name was....MINE!! Both first and last. Yippee. I guess. And everyone the police detectives talk to have this kind of, "Where's Waldo?" monologue. Heh heh heh.

posted by Subvervia 10:23:00 PM

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Happy 1st of December, y'all! Seems I haven't written for 2 whole months. Life happens like that, though. Well. Subvervia has a new housemate - her cousin - who just moved in last night. My garage barely fits my car right now, and we have a new couch, courtesy of Ms. B, who couldn't put one of them in storage. Still, it seems as if the couch was made for the living room, as it matches everything there!

What else - still Landmarking like a fool, although with the holiday season coming up, I can see where they say it's tougher going now for the next couple of weeks. Yep, yep, yep. That's all I have to say for now, as I think it is time to take a nap!

posted by Subvervia 12:09:00 PM

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Interesting the names people give their children. Working for a 3rd party medical claims administrator gives me some insights into today's parents and the lovely choices they make for their offspring. Just today, for example, I found a child (who is now approximately 6 years old) whose name is Ikea. I wonder if she was born there. You never know! I was thinking, in the Filipino spirit of giving nicknames, that there definitely must be someone or someones in the Philippines named Walmart. You know, short for Walter Martin. Excuse me, make that Whalter Mhartin. Filipinos love their silent "h"'s. Gives the name fhlair. And, of course, in real-life I have come across a Hennessy. And lots 'n' lots of Aaliyah's (all curiously born around the end of last year/beginning this year). My all time favorite, though, is Dijonnaise. No joke. I hope her siblings aren't similarly named after condiments. That would be...unfortunate. "And here is my son, Grey Poupon!" Ouch.

posted by Subvervia 4:58:00 PM

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Hiya kids! Long times no sees. Been Landmarking like a banshee these past couple o' weeks. Been velly velly intellestink, this roller coaster ride called ILP. Just to let you know what I'se up to...I'm committed to becoming an IL in about a month, learning the introduction in Spanish, AND going to Manila to assist at the next Landmark Forum there in January. Just how I'm going to achieve all this...yo no se! But the spirit is willing. Life has been happening in a big way, these past few days. I was told the other day by my boss that I was "too productive". Never thought I'd hear that from any of my bosses. Ever! Still, nice to know that I'm doing good work.

posted by Subvervia 11:26:00 PM

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Amazing how quickly time flies. I cannot believe that it's been just over a month since I've been at the job. I've discovered I have the capacity to take 10 minute cat naps (and actually feel refreshed by them) and that when I put my mind to something, I really make things happen. Fabulous. Or, as they say in Landmark..."Porrrfect!" So romance seems to be the theme around me this week. Hung out with Puni Payne & Bubot (or, for those readers of Mr. Payne's blog, you know her as NYC) last weekend after a really intense ILP weekend. Weird to see them together as a couple, especially since I know them separately as very close friends (to me, that is). Nice, though. Very nice. Makes me giggle with delight. Those crazy kids! Also, found out 2 days ago that Fraulein Feng Shui, single these past 4 years, recently acquired a boyfriend who was once just a dear friend. Heeee heee heee....and, to top it all off, I spoke to my own ex-boyfriend this week and completed some issues that had caused a lot of misunderstanding between us. Ah, nice to be in blue skies mentally.

posted by Subvervia 11:25:00 PM

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Hell's bells!! 'Tis already October and I have not written a damn thing in such the long time! Tomorrow is Grey Poupon's birthday, but seeing as she is on vacation in Scotland, I cannot wish her a happy birthday except via e-mail (no. no cell phone.) Mental note to send a free Yahoo card. Damn those card sites going to pay-premium. I suspect it's cheaper to get porn than to send a friggin' greeting card. Now, what does THAT say about society, eh?!? Puni shot a moofie in mah house last Sunday. Powerfully warm, it was, with all the lighting 'n' shtuff. Had to put the thermostat down to 70 so the cast (all two of them) wouldn't look so shiny on the digital tape. My friend Mabster suggested that I devote a blog entry to a dissertation on my favorite kind of reading material, that is, The Romance Novel. Sounds like a good idea. Not right now, though. I'm not in the mood. But hey, I'm in a GREAT mood today as I just gots me mah paycheck - all direct deposited 'n' like that. I loves me bein' a workin' girl again!!

posted by Subvervia 7:32:00 PM

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According to the dates posted within this carnet de vie (pardon the French...no I never took the damned subject in high school...thank goodness for online dictionaries) I have not graced these virtual pages for nigh on 20 days. A lot has gone on in those 2 1/2 weeks. Namely, a little weekend jaunt to Monterey to visit some expatriates who have returned to the homeland of the Central Coast from a two-year sojourn into the Academic Wilds of Davis, California. It was wonderful to experience again the joys of putting on a second layer of clothing. I was so thrilled to be cold!! Oh, and garlic fries and jellies at the Aquarium. Need I say more?!? OK - I guess I will. It was all quite faboo (especially meeting Miss DC, who made me feel like Garfield to her Nermal) and never was there a more yummy quesadilla than the one at Monterey Mom's house.

I suppose I should say something about September 11th. It came. It went. I didn't wear red white or blue. In fact, I don't even remember what I wore that day, because, more importantly in my life, it was my second day of work. YES! I finally have a job!!! A real live job working 40 hours a week with benefits to knock on my door at the end of 90 days. Just in time for the New Year. Dig my job title - Information Specialist in the Data Integrity department of the Claims division. Love that. I actually do not have "assistant" in my job title. I think that's a first on my resume. Which now, unfortunately, will have to go over that requisite one pager. Third party medical claims administration. 3 hours from first hearing about the job to being hired ("Can you start tomorrow? Great! We'll see you at 7:30!!"). And, surprisingly, I'm loving it. I like my co-workers. They make me take breaks. I am reminded to eat lunch. I don't mind doing the work. Very scary thing, here...oh, and it's like ten minutes from my house. Suh-weet!

So today's extra special rant is about Fundraising for Schools. I have been subjected within the past 72 hours to the following: 3 chocolate bars (at $1.00 each, but you get $1.00 off your next foot-long sub at Subway!!) , 2 raffle tickets for St. Bridget of Sweden's Fall Festival ("Win a trip to Hawaii for two! Plus $250 spending cash!!), and finally $15.25 shelled out for a set of four floating candles and some gourmet spice collection from two girls who are the daughters of my neighbor. Several things to note-- I'm still figuring out the math and the caloric intake of the chocolate-Subway connection. Also, I am not used to a well-funded parish. The second prize for this particular raffle is $1,000!! In my heyday at good ole' St. Michael's, the grand prize used to be a turkey. But this is SoCal. Oh, and finally. I thought my neighbor was gay. That, or he's being a good Armenian. Whatever. I'm gossiping, and I shouldn't be. Baaad Subvervia. The icing on the cake is the knowledge that I will be pumping more funds into my nephew AND niece (she just started Pre-K two weeks ago) as they do their annual Pimpin' Fo' Educashun. Now, should I buy the Warner Bros. gift bags or the Peanuts gift tags?!?!? Decisions, decisions...

posted by Subvervia 11:36:00 PM

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Insomnia strikes Subvervia del Mundo yet again. Actually, it is more like I am overwhelmed with different thoughts and ideas and inspirations and possibilities and fears and doubts and realizations and motivations and the need to verbally vomit something, so here I am. Da Mama and I are getting along again, thanks to my renewed acquaintance with Landmark and who knew I had it in me to clean up my house?!? I shocked Da Mama when she called tonight and when asked what i was doing, truthfully answered her, "Folding laundry." There was a microsecond of silence and astonishment, but she was overjoyed. Of course.

In other news, I am now actively pursuing Other Exercise Alternatives to my twice-weekly jaunts to Brentwood. I have only 8 sessions left with Personal Trainer Man and I cannot afford another round with him. At least not while I am oh, so unemployed. Turns out that there are at least 2 gyms within 5 minutes of my house. Surprise!! One is the good old YMCA, and the other is the Mid Valley Athletic Club. I will investigate both and let you dear readers know of my decision. Now if only I could stop eating. I seem to be truly living up to the whole suburb thing in the area of appetite. I keep consuming mass quantities and contributing to my own personal, shall we say, urban sprawl. I must contain the expansion!!

posted by Subvervia 1:52:00 AM

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Can't believe it's the Hump o' the Week already! I guess time flies when you're having fun. Or taking a nap, as I did today. However, I did have a terribly lovely weekend down in San Diego with Puni Payne. He's the host wi' da most. Although, I really think that they need to put warning tags on futons such as the one that currently functions as sofa/guest bed in his living room. Whoever engineered that marvel did not have my comfort in mind, as I sorely found out Saturday night when, like a Groundhog I am acquainted with, I fell OFF the futon and went boom! No shaka-laka's, though. Just a couple of blinks and winks and a prayer that The Roommate Who Was Asleep didn't hear my unfortunate collapse.

Other than that, I came, I ate, I watched satellite TV. All at someone ELSE's house for a change!! Oh, and I managed to pull my pecs. Somehow, somewhere, I have managed to inflame my chest muscles (my chiropractor says that I'm unique...I knew that!!) I looked it up online (costocondritis) and they say it goes away after a few weeks. Motrin is the name of my new best friend.

posted by Subvervia 12:56:00 AM

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I guess the marine layer has been hanging out over Da Valley 'coz it is mighty cloudy. Came back Over The Hill around 12:30 last night and was majorly foggy going down the 405. La di da di da...am going to head really south of the Southland to visit with Mr. Puni Payne (see how the other half live). So does that mean that I'm dead? I guess I will find out.

But before that, I must say that I'm back in the Landmark Saddle again. Starting a new era in my life (!!) and I'm hoping that I will make it through. Wish me luck, folks....

posted by Subvervia 3:26:00 PM

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All right, all right. I'm back. It has been pointed out to me that I have not blogged in over a week (thank you, Puni & Monotone Twin) so here ya go. Oh, for those that have been following - the results of the CT scan were negative. PHEW! Big ole sigh of relief. Even better, I have been told by my doctor that I do not need to do the radiation treatment, either. Gosh darn it, and I was looking forward to the hospital food...NOT!

I've been in a self-pitying valley of my own making these past couple of weeks, and I'm finally starting to climb the long upward road out o' that pit. Nice thing about it is that the sun is shining once again in my head where once there was smog (I purposely did not say "fog" because I really, really like fog - especially the stuff in San Francisco, ah I miss it!) all dirty and yellow and hazy. Perhaps not the bluest of skies yet in the upper strata of my brain, but the clouds are becoming more cottony, a la toilet tissue commercials. A lot of it had to do with Da Maternal Figure visiting last month, but mostly it has been a melange of feeling sorry for myself, issues of inconsequentiality (is that a word?!?) with lashings of self-doubt. However, enough is enough, so the phoenix, once again, must be reborn from the ashes. And it's a neverending cycle, unfortunately!

posted by Subvervia 2:32:00 PM

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4:14 AM. Cannot sleep. Have been noticing a pattern of every other night a "good night's sleep". So does that make me a half-insomniac?!? The dreams have been pretty vivid, though, with lots of color and details to remember. Whenever I have dreams like these, they are always like video games - I cannot continue to the next part of the dream until I acknowledge remembering something...for example, "the number on the door is 64 and it is to the RIGHT of the door and the numbers are brass." The past couple of nights I've had to remember what floors people got on and off on, how many stops the bus made, and where I left the suitcase before I went to the beach. Oh, and I keep thinking (in conscious, wide-awake mode) of pink jellybeans. BTW -- I reached a personal low today. I actually watched Oprah. I used to shudder when I turned on Emeril (last summer and The Food Network are synonymous for me now). But I draw the line at Martha Stewart. And did anyone hear about the speed of light POSSIBLY not being constant?!? What's a quantum physics buff like me to do?!?

posted by Subvervia 4:22:00 AM

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Almost Wednesday...less than 12 hours to go before the CAT scan. For those who have been keeping track, I SHOULD'VE had it on Monday. However, I did not realize that my Honda Civic hatchback was actually a toaster with no brakes on some pretty rickety wheels until yesterday. Long story short - replaced all 4 tires (amazing when one discovers what it's like to have traction...!) and then the front brakes and something called a wire harness which apparently fizzled, sizzled and fried (hmmm...very Primus-esque) has to be imported from Ohio (!!) before I can get my car back. Hence, the delay to scan. Which is frustrating since I want it over and done with. The scan and the car repairs, that is. But, in culinary news, I made chicken adobo. Like, it turned out the way it should instead of being funky and stuff. Woo hoo!!

posted by Subvervia 12:01:00 AM

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Happy August, y'all. I've been in a rather deep funk the past couple of days, but finally snapped out of it late last night. It is always the most maudlin before the dawn (quite literally) and being hormonally challenged by the monthly flux did not improve the situation. Most of this has surrounded a little bump I found on my throat about a week ago. Eerie - but it is just about a year and two weeks from the Big Hospital Drama of 2001, so I am understandably paranoid. I thought it was a spider bite, but it has stuck around - although it is getting smaller. Go figure. My doctor has ordered a CAT scan of my throat this Monday, so if anyone (of the two - but you know about this already anyway) reads this, please think of me. In my extremely unemployed state, I also need to broadcast that I did not get The Job I So Keenly Wanted. Instead, it went to two other people. The feeling of rejection reigns mightily o'er the land this week. However, today is a new day. As Krazicatlady says, "it's a good time for salted eggs and tomatoes". Ohhhh....and one more thing. This past week has definitely been a wake up call. I've quit smoking. For good.

posted by Subvervia 11:53:00 AM

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Egads. Haven't written in a while, although I have not yet beat Mr. Puni Payne's record of 12 days. I don't think. Anyhoo...had a job interview yesterday. First in a long time. Tis for a part-time gig, and I'd really really really (really!) like to hook this one up. Primarily for two things: money and my sanity. There ain't nothin' like bein' unemploydz for awhiles. Gets pretty old pretty fast. Plus, I feel like my brain is starting to seep out of my ear again. Not good.

Today, however, I would like to devote a few lines to Hawaiian Punch Slush. It's bright. It's red (or green) and it's very cold. It is the latest product at The Gas Station and I finally gave in and tried it today. Thank goodness it tastes like Hawaiian Punch (unlike the powder version - eeeewww) but it is just too sweet. Or maybe I'm just too old. The kiddies seem to like it. I have a 12 oz. paper cup of the red stuff, and I think I will have to sip it over the next couple of DAYS just to finish it. Then again, I can always call on the handy dandy sink to suck up da contents and just consider it a wash.

posted by Subvervia 6:15:00 PM

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Gosh, what is a goyle to do when she has no job?!? Look at blogger.com and find out that they are paying friggin' $15-18 per hour for a Customer Service Rep?!? Depressing, especially since I do not live in the Bay Area no mo', no mo' (to quote Phil Collins). It's hot in Da Valley, and I feel like a little pachyderm (do ya hear the "Baby Elephant Walk" tinkling over the tannoy?) Hell, I look like one, too, at this point. Bloating, thy name is woman. Why am I even sharing this with y'all? Heck if I know. It's cheaper than the phone. Billz, billz, billz. Many to pay, and nothing to pay it with.

posted by Subvervia 10:23:00 PM

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Insomnia striketh again. Unfortunately I thought I'd read the LA Times online. Big mistake. On the "front page" there's a photograph and profile of a boy (age 16) named Bahram who comes from some godforsaken corner of Pakistan who was recruited by a mullah to join the Taliban and fight in Afghanistan. After surviving being bombed by the Northern Alliance, Bahram is in some private jail suffering indignities no one wants to utter. Anyway, to make a long ass story short (you can read the thing yourself), it has definitely not leavened my mood. Must be the theme of my evening - had a conversation tonight with a friend who was telling me about watching public executions when he was in Saudi Arabia. Beheading, apparently, is all the rage. Lots of spewing blood all over. And to think there are people in this town who think missing their appointment for a botox injection is the end of the world. Blargh.

posted by Subvervia 2:52:00 AM

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TGIF to all of you from Subvervia. 'Tis another sunny day in the Valley. Yet to experience it, though, as I luxuriously spent it indoors. All by my happily lonesome self. Yay!!! The mama went back to the Big Apple this morning. It is kinda weird not having anyone else in the house, as I, for nearly a month now, have managed to have another human being to share my domicile with. Today, though, it was quite empty. And quiet - but for the buzz of the computer and the distant babble of my television set. Had a chat with Puni today - discussing Emeril: Essence vs. Live - and how he mentioned that you always have to go to the bathroom once you get home. The "inkle to tinkle", as it were. I'm sure you will see that on his blog as well, but I thought it a phrase of merit and therefore worth putting down. Just to be sure. BTW - I have decided that my favorite tomato sauce in a jar is Barilla Mushroom & Garlic. I've been eating the Tomato & Basil sporadically over the past couple of days, but it just doesn't have the oomph! of M&G. Maybe it needs some MSG. Har har har. OK. Being home alone is starting to soften my brain. Perhaps it is time for me to stop being Snufflapagus (as Puni calls me) and get out into the world. But...there's always time for a nap! ;-p

posted by Subvervia 5:51:00 PM

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Which brings me to the original rant I wanted to share with y'all. That being nail polish and how it hides ugliness with pretty orange flowers (complete with a teardrop right at the end). Anyway - I just painted my nails red since I found the polish in one of my cleaning sessions. However, it is not like anything you would get at Le Salon. Oh, no. I would rather call it the Jackson Pollock (sp?!?) manicure. Lots of uneven brushstrokes - I'd make Van Gogh quite proud - and myriad layers of color. Even some blank spots which for the life of me I could not reach. Oh, and then there's like "around" my nail, which I have also managed to paint onto. Color within the lines I did not tonight. But hey, I added sparklies, so I'm happy.

posted by Subvervia 3:28:00 AM

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I am slowly turning into a turnip. No, actually, I am adjusting to my mother's time schedule, which consists of going to sleep between 2 and 4 o'clock in the morning. Isn't this a great first line of a poem (or the autobiography that I will eventually write): "My mother gardens at midnight". True, she was out re-potting plants this evening around that time. I, however, was in my office sifting thru millions of accumulated mail that I, in my infinite denial, have managed to avoid opening (Panda - you would be proud of me) and filing away in my new file boxes. Now I am suffering the consequences of that - mainly, my head is on overdrive and I cannot go to sleep.

posted by Subvervia 3:23:00 AM

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'Tis The Natal Day of Subvervia del Mundo. I am a big whoppin' 32 years old. And obviously unashamed by that fact. It's been an interesting couple of days. Da Mama has been here now for 7 days. The Lily Pad is soooooo clean and sparkly. My backyard is concreted and sans Weed Trees. I own patio furniture. But heavy is the price. I have endured many a-breakdown and a-lecture from She Who Is The Mother!!!! I am but a meeke und milde... grrrl. ;-p

The festivities planned for later today are The Big Birthday Barbecue. Problem being, the barbecue grill is kerplunky. We were given a nice Kenmore gas (prooooPANE!!) grill by family friends, who bought the display but didn't get the manual. Anyway - Subvervia managed to get the side burner and the rotisserie burner going, but The Main Grill (set on HI then turn IGNITOR switch...) does not go. Hopefully some cousins with BBQ skills and/or grills will come to the rescue. More fat to chew on later.....

posted by Subvervia 2:25:00 AM

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My goodness gracious. Time flies when you're running a B&B. Even unintentionally, that is! Approximately 24 hours until Da Mother Figure arrives here on the West Coast. I have a house full of lovely people guesting with me this week. It's hectic but fabulous at the same time. Oh, let me just tell you about the growing power of weeds. I have never been known for a green thumb, so imagine my surprise when I looked out at my lil strip o' backyard to find a FOREST. I'm not kidding. I did not realize how tall some of these weeds can grow. I literally have trees. Very pretty. All going away on Monday when The Concrete Guy shows up to turn my backyard into a little bit of home (NYC) by paving it all over.

posted by Subvervia 10:12:00 PM

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I am of the firm belief that there is a snail living in my nose. Nice visual, huh? Well, I habe a code and the damn thing is stuck somewhere in my nasal/sinus cavities. Plus, I had a very cold hard look at my finances (or extreme lack thereof) and have, shall we say, been sobered up. So, I'm in the midst of a slight mental breakdown. Not quite at the super depressed, but slowly headed there. And I STILL friggin' don't know what I want to do with my life. BLARGH!!

posted by Subvervia 11:37:00 AM

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The pain...the pain. Well, actually, it's really the ache, the ache. Worked out yesterday and today with Ben the Personal Trainer and I'm sure it's going to hit me tomorrow morning when I can't make it down the stairs of my house. I know that my muscles tried to protest this morning but 'twas too late - they were being worked out again. Anyhoo...gearing up for the 4th of July weekend. Have many visitors coming to see me. The Groundhogs will be arriving early the morning of the 4th ("oh, we should be there around 2 or 3...AM...!") and mi madre will be flying in from Da Apple on the 6th. That means less than a week to clean my house. OH NO!!!

Monotone Twin and I went to her coach's house for a little din-din last night with some of The Twin's fellow groupmates. Fah buh lous (or, as they say in that song FA-BO-LO-US) view of Culver City. Didn't know they had hills in dem dar parts. Also, ate roast goose (duck duck goose) willingly for the first time in my life. Great to be in a very relaxed atmosphere with a very inspiring view. OK, gotta go now. The shoulders are protesting.

posted by Subvervia 3:21:00 PM

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Yet another hot day in Da Valley. Going to the gym this afternoon for the first time since being back from the Big Apple. I'm dreading it. I always dread it, since I hate hate hate exercising. But, 'tis a necessary evil, I suppose. Went to see "Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood" last night with a friend last night. We both loved it. I want the DVD when it comes out. Maggie Smith cracked me up. She had the best lines, and she can wield an oxygen tank with such finesse! Ashley Judd was good, as well. Loved the period costumes. I think Monotone Twin gave me a cold, 'coz now I'm coughing up a lung and my right nostril has been running like the Mississippi during flood season. Thank goodness for Kleenex. Anyway - for y'all who are familiar with my project, I think I've decided to change it. Yet again. It's still going to involve photographers, but I think I will pair them up with musicians (rather than DJ's) that they know and love. it'll totally be a cool collaboration, and I'm going to work with My Muzzah. It makes me smile.

posted by Subvervia 1:00:00 PM

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Anyone see the full moon last night? We tried to see it at aforementioned Goddess Party (which did, btw, kick major booty) but alas, twas overcast. Met some very cool people. Ate some AWESOME Indian okra dish (not gushy!) that came from Chandni (veggie Indian restaurant). Anyone been there? Of course, I was unsure of exactly who was going to be there, so I ended up bringing a chocolate mousse cake - gotta love Ralph's bakery section! I figured, an all-woman party held at the full moon. You couldn't go wrong with chocolate with that crowd!

Wow. I was posting this and somehow got smooshed out of my window...anyway, it was recovered. And here I was going to rant and rant about how blogger's site isn't working...I'm impressed. Anyway - must go wake up the Monotone Twin and get some dim sum.

posted by Subvervia 11:39:00 AM

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G'mornin. And I definitely mean good morning. Was out partying with my Monotone Twin last night and we managed to see the sun rise, so after crashing out at her lily pad I am back in the Valley, just in time to shower 'n' change and head out to a Full Moon Goddess Party in Pacific Palisades (oy, I just LIVE on the 405!!) What is a Goddess Party? According to the invitation, it is an occasion whereby fabulous women gather under a full moon, eat, drink, network and generally make merry. Also, every attendant will be answering the question, "I love being a woman because..." and writing it into a book for posterity. Sounds really awesome, and since I am friends with the hostess, I am SURE it will be kickass. Loving the Chevy Cavlier, by the way. Amazing what a difference going Up the Hill is when one has a slightly larger engine.

Bourne Identity - enjoyed it, actually! This is what happens when one has low expectations - it is always pleasant to be entertained. Pretty predictable, but I liked the fight scenes. Franka Potente really didn't have a lot to do except to look "fraught", but, c'est la vie.

All righty, my female readers....I'd love to hear your thoughts on why you love being a woman. Comment away!

posted by Subvervia 5:20:00 PM

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Woo hoo! Figured out how to put comments in. Everything is soooo user-friendly nowadays! Well, the Big Adventure of this afternoon was bringing my horseless carriage to get some unhappy tail lights adjusted. Of course, The Dealership waited until 5:30 PM to let me know that I would be sans auto until Monday. So, off to Rental Car Land I went. Of course, since Subvervia lives in...the Valley...nothing was open after 6 PM, hence a trip to Burbank Airport. Now I be sportin' a cherry red Chevy for the next couple of days. Weird to be in a car bigger than my Teddy Bear Mobile. Going to see "The Bourne Identity" tonight - I'll wait 'til I hear back from y'all about "Minority Report" before I go see it. Tom Cruise irritates me, but the special effects look good. I've heard general grumbles about Bourne...comments, folks (now that I have them?!?)

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One hour later, and two templates later, with still much to be a-tweaked. I am curious as to how to add the lovely little comments box, but will probably have to wait until Punito gets back. Perhaps The Flipness can help me?!? Let me know..........

posted by Subvervia 3:16:00 PM

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Ahhh...the kawl of peer pressure. Nah, I was just enjoying Puni's so much I hads to gets me my ownz. Anyway, I made a comment to Mr. San Diego last night, having just returned from a week's sojourn in The Big Apple (home sweet home). Ever notice that people only drink tomato juice on the plane? You don't see the V-8 leaving the supermarket by the dozens, but I swear, when it's time for that beverage service, at least one person PER ROW orders a tomato juice. I, however, have rediscovered the joys of Bloody Mary Mix. Yummy!!

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