Salutations, O Perusers of the Subvervia! There has been a new housing development built in them thar hills, if you haven't noticed. LIke most things in the suburbs - one does not realize the beauty of what nature (or, at least blogger.com) has given you until with one fell swoop of a mouse click... IT...ALL...GOES...AWAY....!! Yes, indeedy. I have had to shake the dust off my HTML coding, shaky being the operative word, and try to cobble my blog together again. Thank goodness for those pre-fab templates or I'd be one lost Subvervia.

For those of you who had been wondering (and had communicated thusly to me) why there hadn't been any posts in a while, I HAD, but they weren't showing up. Now it's all there, albeit not as I would've liked. But, it's kinda elegant. Like a new townhouse. In a gated community. You get where I'm going. Of course, I do not remember who I had linked or not linked, and the comments have disappeared. Still, we hope to be fully up and running like a rampant penis (doh!) very shortly. Or longly. However sensitive you are about such things.

posted by Subvervia 10:46:00 PM

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OK. Have no idea why my blogs are not being published but I will just say that genius takes time to be crafted. WhatEVER! Makes me feel like a piece of Cracker Barrel Cheddar. I remember that from my childhood. The cheese, that is. My father has a tendency (which I admit to now notice in myself) to latch onto something and just run with it for a very, very long time. Hobbies, breakfast foods, hair products...well, Pater Mea (no, I did not take Latin so please don't cringe anymore) was into the Ritz crackers with Smuckers Strawberry Jam and Cracker Barrel (the RED package) Cheddar for a long time. It was his breakfast food of choice, his snack food, and his every other time he felt like having something food during my junior high school years. (Just in case you're wondering, he moved on to Pepperidge Farm shortbread cookies when I was in high school). Anyway, I'm feeling like a piece of that crumbly cheddar today. Kinda ornery, yet pliable.

BTW - a plug for all things green and herbal. Started seeing a nutritionist (hooray!) and my insides feel cleaner than they have in a long time. Plus I'm actually eating more, but losing weight. Goodness gracious me! Could be that Subvervia could be losing a couple of housing developments at the rate things are going! Woo hoo!!!!

posted by Subvervia 10:28:00 PM

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Ahh…the joys of caffeine! I was extremely disenfranchised this morning at work, what with the subluxated tail bone (more about that in the next paragraph) and the “I’m going to a party tonight” – BTW – Happy Birthday to Puni Payne. He is most definitely…older…today. Just kidding. Love ‘n’ smoochies to ya, Mr. Payne! – um…back to the Par-Tay. I’m exporting myself all the way to San Diego for the aforementioned festivities. And then taking tomorrow off from work so I can recover and all that good stuff. Woo hoo!! So, caffeine. Forgot the happiness that pervades my very being when caffeine is introduced into my system. Combined with a couple of handfuls of sunflower seeds, and now I am transformed into a Kindergartner! I literally jumped around my cubicle because I feel like I’m three. Yippee!!

Radio commercials. Only in Los Angeles. Consist of 3 categories – “health & well-being” (notice, I use this term loosely), refinancing home loans, and used cars. That’s it. I should’ve said well-being, because I suppose the plethora of plastic surgery/laser eye surgery/gourmet healthful meals cooked and delivered to your door advertisements really appeal to one’s vanity. You must have a financial well-beingness to afford all of the above. Except for the gym commercials, I suppose. Even then, your being must be well enough to show up at the gym unafraid to be in spandex or your form-fitting, perspiration-wicking synthetic fabric outfit of choice.

posted by Subvervia 1:37:00 PM

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As my friend said, it could be a sign of the apocalypse. First there’s Kid Rock doing country. Doesn’t make him any more listenable…still. Then, I couldn’t find my bank last night. Yes – it’s been so long since I’ve actually been to my branch, what with direct deposit and the plethora of ATM’s ($1.50 charge withstanding), I had actually hadn’t been to my branch in a very, very long time. Turns out they had closed the branch over 2 months ago and moved down to the larger office on the corner. Very discombobulating. But the kicker this morning was listening to my smooth jazz station and hearing the DJ start talking about artists crossing over to smooth jazz. Then he proceeded to introduce the new single from Slash. Yes. As in Guns’n’Roses. Apparently going acoustic was but a stepping stone. Scarily enough it was not bad. Sounded like every other smooth jazz song. Innocuous and perfect for work. So I pulled out my Elvis CD and put that on. Uh hunh hunh!

posted by Subvervia 10:53:00 AM

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Three things. One, the construction going on at work has had me laughing all day. One of those things that you need to be there to truly appreciate, but for some reason, whatever they've been doing the past two days involving saws and power tools totally sounds to me like a giant blowing his nose in the distance. Like I said, it is only funny to me. OK, second - new favorite name from the world of medical claims. I kid you not, someone's last name is actually Imitatesdog. I wonder if that is native American, or a bad decision on someone's part to anglicize their name. Oof. Thirdly, there are concerts out there that I would love to go to but cannot afford. Orquestra Ibrahim Ferrer tonight. Annie Lennox at the end of the month. David Sedaris the night after Annie. And Afro-Cuban All-Stars the Sunday after that. Hmmm....funnily enough they're all at UCLA's Royce Hall, too. Ah well, that's how the cookie crumbles.

posted by Subvervia 5:22:00 PM

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Haagen-Dazs (sorry, not up to putting the umlauts and stuff) Desserts Extraordinaire Strawberry Cheesecake ice cream jumped at me yesterday. There I was in the grocery store (on my lunch break) to purchase my next 4-day hit of Claritin and you know what else walked out of the store with me. Not normally possessive of a sweet tooth, I somehow heard the frozen siren song of the icy dessert calling me down the freezer aisle towards the New Package! pints of goodness. Maybe it’s because my eyes have not stopped itching since the construction en suite started last week. Maybe it’s because my hands are also itchy and red and look something like I imagine Baghdad looks like (a wreck). Anyway, I’m eating the other half today. Who are they kidding with the serving sizes? I know many people who can eat a quart, and probably a gallon if they had the chance, of ice cream at one go. The label says that one pint serves 4 people. Hahahaha.

Only in LA. The new contest on the radio is to get passes to the annual Meat Market at the Playboy Mansion. “just wait for Hugh Hefner to say – YOU’RE THE MAN/WOMAN!” Also, this is the same city where the plastic surgeons and all-laser lasik surgeons get to guest on the morning drive shows. Ya never know when you’re going to need that botox shot!

Speaking of food – going to The Cheesecake Factory to hang with my German peeps tonight. Hopefully I’ll actually be able to have a piece of cheesecake. I never leave room.

posted by Subvervia 1:34:00 PM

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