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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