Becca Anderson blathers about...stuff. Or something.

Monday, February 28, 2005

Le weekend.

C'est bon!

And that, my friends, is about the extent of my French. Sad life.

The weekend was good. Lindsay and I skipped writing on Friday, as is our wont, and I had dinner with a friend and then went to part of a show at Improv Olympic. Ran into F. Tyler there, who walked me home -- he is seriously the most gentlemanly person, walking on the outside of the sidewalk and everything -- and then I vegged a little and went to sleeeeep.

Discovery: though the cat likes to wake up and head-butt me at 4, and 7, she is A-OK with sleeping late. We slept until 1:30, which was much, much needed. She is also learning to sleep on top of the covers, and there is much less walking on my head pre-sleep. And it turns out that if you wish to use a spray bottle for training a kitty? You should put the sprayer on "stream," as opposed to "spray." Works much better, and shoots farther! Woo!

Lindsay and I "wrote" on Saturday night, which means we really "chatted and sang along with the Eagles and danced and went for coffee and lamented our love lives and then went to see a show at The Playground which effectively ended our writing meeting." We are not making a whole whole lot of progress, but we are solidifying ideas, and we came up with a new sketch for the show. Meh.

On Sunday, Gabby and I slept late again (thank you, kitty!) and I lounged until it was time to go to Chrissy's for the Oscars. Overall, I was underwhelmed. I was aggravated by the "presenting in the aisles," and "all nominees for the 'lesser' categories onstage at once," business. It didn't make the show appreciably shorter, and I kind of feel like everyone should have their own moment in the sun, you know? Boo.

This morning I went to my boss's son's bris (circumcision), and it was an interesting experience. Much less formal than I thought, and then my boss gave a speech explaining the English and Hebrew names, and I got all weepy. Overall, though, good way to start a Monday.

Friday, February 25, 2005

Free Show

Last night we started the kickball proceedings. Yes, already! The season starts the first week of April. For those of you following along at home, that's about a month! Ack. This year we're sticking with WAKA's calendar, which should allow us to have a more relaxed, less helter-skelter season. It was the best board meeting we've ever had, and I'm getting really excited.

After the meeting, I met up with Lindsay and our friend F. Tyler and we drank a beer or two, danced, and marveled at the really talented karaoke-ers at Friar Tuck.

Then I watched The Exorcist for the first time ever. YES, I am aware that it has been out all my life. YES, I am aware that I am behind the times. Shut it. Anyway. Scary, but the ending was kind of anticlimactic.

This morning I was at work for about an hour when I went to the kitchen for a soda? And realized that my fly was down. Fun times, people. Fun times.

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Another Rousing Rendition

Last night at about 11:20, Lindsay called to tell me that she straightened out her schedule re: our next improv class. We'll be together again, as usual, which means the separation panic we worked ourselves into this week was all for naught. As usual.

Anyway, Lindsay and I talked for about 20 minutes, after which I citrused myself up and got in bed. Whereupon the cat promptly fell off said bed when she tried to walk onto the side table and missed. Hee! Anyway, she unplugged the alarm clock. Sigh. I looked at my watch and reset the clock. To 12:45 a.m. Reset the alarm, and off I went to the land of nod.

I'll pause while you review what I wrote and do the math. Done? Ok, then, moving on.

This morning I needed to be out of bed in time to get to work by 8:30. Morning Logic prevailed and I decided I didn't actually have to be at work until 9...and that I didn't actually need to shower. What? My hair is presentable. Don't judge me. So I got out of bed, putzed around, got ready, and when I sat down on the couch to put on my shoes? I saw that the VCR clock said 7:08. So did the microwave clock. So did the wall clock. Huh. How about that?

That's right, people, I unwittingly set my alarm clock an entire hour ahead. Which, by extension, means that I cannot read an analog watch. Nice.

And that concludes another exciting round of a game I like to call, "Who's the Asshole Now?"

*cue game show music*

Friday, February 18, 2005

Here Kitty Kitty?

So I've been considering getting a cat. Reasons:

1. So cute! So tiny! So fuzzy!
2. I just want one, dammit!

Ok, that's about it. Actually, I just realized today, that I'm a little lonely at home. I live alone, which is awesome, but sometimes it's a little lonely. "So why don't you go out with friends," you ask? Well, because a) friends are not always available, b) going out can be expensive, and c) sometimes I just like to veg on the couch.

Who am I kidding? I almost always like to veg on the couch. But that's beside the point.

Back to the cat. Drawbacks? It's a long commitment, having a cat. It's actual responsibility for another living being. I was telling Lindsay the other day that, if I'm broke, I can feed myself ramen; I cannot, however, just...not feed the cat. Or feed the cat ramen. So it's a regular financial expense, too. Also, I'm not sure I can fit a litter box in the bathroom.

I found a kitty online, at a shelter in Lombard. She's a gray tabby cat, 7 months old, and her name is Lois Lane. She's from a Superman-themed litter. She's about the cutest. I'm going to see if I can schedule some time to go check her out. Who knows--maybe I'll come home with a pet.

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Sick Day

Staying home sick is not as much fun when you're a) actually sick, or b) a grownup. Let's review:

1. I had to take my own temperature.
2. I had to call my boss myself.
3. I had to go out and get my laundry myself.
4. I had to go to the grocery store myself.
5. I cannot just lie around and wait for someone to bring me juice.
6. I am hacking up a lung, so it's not like I'm having a party over here.
7. I have to use my personal time off to stay home! That means less vacation for later in the year. Boo.
8. I am incapable of making an actual funny list.
9. I am getting germs on my computer.

That's all I got. Folks in the Chicagoland area, note that Jewel has everything on sale. EVERYTHING.