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Archive for November, 2010


Tuesday, November 30th, 2010

Two nights ago, I walked from the bathroom to my bedroom, ready to crash.

When I was about to climb in, I noticed a big yellow pool of … something. Something sort of … viscous. And sticky looking. One dog was sitting on the floor, looking contrite, and the other was in the corner licking herself.

Being the stellar detective I am, I blamed the contrite looking dog (and assumed it was throw up). I took both girls outside, just in case, and then shoved sheets and blankets and a mattress bad into the washer, remade the bed, and went to sleep.

Last night, the other dog – the uncontrite looking dog – peed on the bed while I was sitting on it.


This is immediately after I’d remade it with the comforter from the night before.

I’m stymied. Was it pee, the first night? Was it Cloey the contrite? Was Maida just smelling something that I couldn’t and assuming that the bed was now an ok place to pee? Or was it Maida the first night as well? Is she punishing me for something?

In a very closely related note, how on earth does anyone parent?

so there was this thing

Monday, November 29th, 2010

That I had to do… it was SUPER important… so I haven’t posted for like a week…

Whatever. NaBloPoMo was apparently too much for my homework addled brain. When I took two days over Thanksgiving break to relax and not study, I was virtually physically incapable of sitting down at the computer for any reason.

You don’t care – right? You still love me?

Anyway, I have things to say. Very important things.

They may have to wait until after finals. That remains to be seen.


Tuesday, November 23rd, 2010

Scene: I’ve finished the ten hours of homework that I had today and I’m about to shut down the computer.

Me: CRAP. I haven’t posted on emmanation yet.

Crockett: So?

Me: It’s Nablopomo!

Crockett: It’s also MOVEMBER.

Too late to ‘pologize

Monday, November 22nd, 2010

So, there’s this little band – you guys might’ve heard of ’em. They’re called One Republic.

(Don’t feel bad if you don’t really know who they are. I had to go look up their big hit before I figured it out – it’s called ‘Apologize’. As in, it’s too late to.)

One Republic

Aren’t they purdy.

Ok, so, I’m going somewhere with this – I’m not just oogling men young enough to be my very-slightly-younger-brother.

See the one in the glasses? He’s the one named Drew Brown, if you’re a regular fan type person.

Yeah, I used to babysit that kid. He was a good friend of my brothers. We moved away when my brother was… 8, so I haven’t seen Drew since he was that age. Even so, I was at his house. His mom made a tray of brownies and told me to help myself, and I ate like half of them (I was 11). I supervised him and my brother while they grabbed at crawdads in the creek that was sort of by our house.

Don’t ask me what their plan for the crawdads was, I have no idea.

I didn’t know that lil Drew Brown had grown up into someone famous until Saturday night, when my dad sent this email to me and my brother.

Do either of you remember Drew Brown? Well I ran into his mom today and she told me he is in the band One Republic… which meant nothing to me but I guess they have had some international #1 hits.

National hits, too, yo. That song ‘Apologize’ was sort of a big deal.

Here’s the thing. I never saw it coming. I would love to say ‘yeah, I knew even then that he had talent’, but obviously I had no idea. He may have played guitar as an eight year old, but I have no recollection of such things. He was just a normal kid. He could have grown up to be anybody. He could easily have graduated from college, gotten married, and had a baby by now – but he didn’t. He went to LA and he joined a rock band and now he’s definitely the most famous person I’ve ever met. (Unless you count on twitter, which I totally do.)

I want to think that certain people are marked for greatness. I mostly want to think that because at this point I’ve accepted that while I may be great in my own life, the world will probably never know my name, and I want to think that’s because it just wasn’t my ‘destiny’.

Then I look at kids like Drew and I wonder what the fuck I’m talking about. There is no destiny. There’s luck, sure, and perseverance, obviously, and talent and hard ass work. Little boys who aren’t really anybody grow up to be somebody all the time. It’s not written on their foreheads from the age of eight.

Perhaps there’s still hope for me.

Or? I could just go to LA and stand outside Drew’s house yelling ‘hey! Remember me?’ until he comes outside and gives me money to go away.

well hell

Sunday, November 21st, 2010

Anyone have a new suggestion for a life goal?

I’m over this whole ‘learning’ thing. It’s not fun anymore.

I need a vacation.

An infusion of Java knowledge wouldn’t hurt either.