Sprizee :: A simple girl replete with complications

Jesus is just alright with me.

I'd like to register some compliants.

To the moron at my gym. The freak who couldn't figure out what exactly those painted white lines in the parking lot were for. Thanks so much for parking in your space and then half of another one, leaving me with only half a space in which to get my park on.

To Ticketmaster. The company which screws me time and again with their ridiculous service fees. $8 per ticket? Why not make it an even $10? Or better yet, why don't you just require I hand over my iPod too, you greedy bastards.

To all the scalpers that bought up large blocks of U2 tickets. YOU will never get any money from ME. So suck it.

To the big G. You took the drummer from The Doobie Brothers yesturday. Couldn't you have taken Britney? Or Christina? Or better yet, both of those talentless skanks?

To Birdherder. The guy who's been spreading vicous rumors that I'm running scared from the RIAA. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Word.

iWant

Apparently, Apple does more than just create kick ass media players, great computers and slick glossy stores. They also enable you to send electronic hate mail greeting cards via the InternetS. I'm sure this isn't news to people. Mostly likely I'm the last to know.

Anyhow, you can make cool cards like this...

Smooches, Moi.

Serenity now.

Deep, soulful eyes full of wisdom and contentment.

Is there another animal on this planet as peaceful and calming and wonderful as Bear? Ummm. That was a retorical question.

But just to clarify, NO.



I didn't Photoshop this image. Honestly, he really does glow with that much warmth and love and serenity in real life.

And yes, I just used Photoshop as a verb. Worse things could happen. So deal.

In this town.

Last night I ended up driving through downtown on business related mission. I'm not going to bother you with all the details. Not because it's a secret, but more because it was totally mundane. Trust me. You don't want me to bore you with all the yawn worthy details. The point is... I loved every minute of it and I LOVE SEATTLE.

Now this isn't the point at which I talk up Seattle until I'm blue in face and then take it all back by turning around and saying, "Nope, just kidding. Got you." That's because I fucking love Seattle. I love it's proximity to the mountains and the trees, to the skiing and the hiking, to the lakes and ocean. I love the weather and I love traveling to other cities because I know, in the end, I'll end up back in Seattle. It's a town where it rains less often than most people think it does, and that's just fine by me.

I love all the great boutiques and shopping. I love the local restaurants, pubs and cafes. And I love the fact that at even the fanciest of restaurants you will most certainly end up running into a slew of people that are wearing ski jackets with their finest slacks and skirts, or more likely, just jeans.

Seattle is a laid back town of practical folks that enjoy a good cup of coffee and a warm slice of freshly baked bread. But what I really love about Seattle, is that even if you don't enjoy these things, you'll still be embraced by the people of Seattle with the same amount of hospitality and love as if you did. And how could you not love a town filled with those kinds of people?

We might as well be strangers.

Since Washington State is under the misunderstanding that it's spring today, what with the near 60 degree weather and all, I decided to take a short walk to the nearest teriyaki hut to grab my lunch. In the less than half mile walk back to my office I saw someone running across the street that looked like someone I know but haven't talked to in over a year. As he got closer I dismissed that idea, and because on the off chance that it actually was him, stopped looking in his general direction.

As I was waiting at the crosswalk for the light to change, I decided to sneak one more glance at him, you know just to be sure it wasn't him, and because a) he had long since passed me b) there was still a street's distance between us and c) he had been running away from me with therefore no possiblity of us making eye contact. Except, apparently, he had stopped running because when I looked back he was standing there decidedly not running, not walking, just staring in my direction. According to my calculations that was not supposed to be possible. Apparently my calculations were way the fuck off. In an attempt to avoid eye contact or give him any false impressions that I actually cared if it was or was not him, I immediately looked away.

Fuck. That's what I get for looking back just long enough for him to see me yet not long enough for me to identify him. What a waste.

Hotness

A couple birthdays ago J-Dog suprised me with a copy of Hot Hot Heat's Make Up the Breakdown, a band that at the time I had never heard of. Upon arriving back home and freeing it from the cellophane wrapper, I immediately took a liking to it which, for me, is sort of unusual. Even when a new U2 CD comes out it normally takes me a while to warm up to all the songs. Heck, it took me a while to warm up the the entire Keane album.

Anyhow, my point is Hot Hot Heat kicks. But that's a fact that kinda slipped my mind in the last year or so as other CDs in my collection got in the way. This weekend while out to breakfast at some dive, I thumbed thru a local weekly and saw a listing for a new Hot Hot Heat tour. Since Make Up The Breakdown, apparently, they've come out with a new album. It piqued my interest in them once again. And after dusting off the album I have and giving it another listen, and then wandering over to their website to hear some new songs, I am once again remembering why I was so totally taken by them. These boys from Victoria, BC totally rock.



So to summarize: Monday February 21, 2005 8:00PM @Neumo's Experience the hotness. No excuses because they're playing all over the US, not just Seattle.

In the meantime, run out and buy their album. I'll run out and buy this. And we can both hold our breath waiting for the next album to be released on April 5, 2005. And I'm not just saying that because I'm friends with the drummer. (I wish.)

Cake. It's what's for dinner.

[cue beef theme song]

I'm having a big piece of chocolate cake for dinner. And I know what you're thinking to yourself... That's not the main course, right? But dessert? Nope. Just cake. For dinner. Must be chocolate. Oh yes.

The only question is where should I get this piece of cake? I'm thinking Simply Desserts in Fremont or Pies and Pints in Ravenna. I'll have to weigh my options carefully and report back later.

Decisions, decisions.

[2 hours later]

Egan decided to bring me my cake, bless his little heart. Now if only he would only hurry up and read The DaVinci Code, I'd be one happy camper. Anyway, in my glee, I neglected to take his picture with the cake. Oops! Theses are going to have to do. Especially since the cake is no more. That's right. I ate it already. All of it. Yum.


Cake, cake, cake!


The unveiling.


Seconds later, it was gone.