Happy Thursday! This week is still cold and windy and what is up with that?! I can has summertiem? kthxbai.
On Friday I picked up my very own Hofner violin shaped bass, affectionately christened Lord McArtrey. At first he was a little standoffish and particular, but we've warmed to each other in the course of the week. What a mellow sound he holds within. And so accommodating to my limited grasp! A perfect match.
Somewhere late last week I fit in three movies and several hours of Bioshock 2. The movies were equally dystopian: 12 Monkeys, Enemy at the Gates, ....oh, and 20 Years After, but now I remember I didn't even watch that one. The the ones I did see, they were good. As for the Bioshock sequel, it's really more of the same. Which is great if you liked the first one.
Beth came and visited Tues and Weds. We jammed, we ate pitas, we went to Rocket Fizz (accidentally identified as "Hot Fuzz"), we walked all the way down to the river (it was very cold and I spilled my cherry soda and my littlest toe hurt), and the next day we Rock Banded and discovered a cute and cheap record shop. I helped tote a stereo!
Yesterday was also my mom's birthday! Now she is the ripe old age of fourteen. Congrats, mom! High school's gonna be the best days of your life.
I made Italian dinnertimes. The meatballs did not hold their shape, but they sure were flavored. Quite timely I ordered this British miniseries "Lost in Austen" for my mom, and it arrived and we watched it yesterday. This modern type girl sort of exchanges places with Elizabeth Bennet in Pride & Prejudice, and then she mucks up the story all kinds. It was great. I recommend it, especially to a P&P fan.
I rented the Jane Austen Book Club today, but we ended up just watching the Keira Knightly P&P instead. My favorite book. (Yes, I love cooking, sewing, and Pride & Prejudice)
Oh I guess also the other big thing this week was that that fool Donnie got hisself stuck up in the tree again. THREE DAYS he whines about it. Finally we borrowed a ladder and someone to climb it and the fool was coerced down. The highlight was, after Josh managed to pluck him from the tree, Donnie immediately put his little arms around the next nearest branch and continued to do that all the way down.
But I'm glad to report he's back to stretching and rolling as expected.
Flashforward continues to make me want to do violence towards the first thing I can physically overpower. They think they're sooooo clever. Ugh. Get a grip. James Callis is a pleasant surprise, but at this point his role is that of an unlocked liquor cabinet on the Titanic.
-Steph
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Winter Redux
Happy Thursday! It's also Earth Day, which is, like, wonderful. I'm glad someone's worried about sustaining our ecology, even if it's not necessarily me. I like living here, so, yeah. Hooray for Earth.
Haven't had too many culinary adventures lately, so this week caught up a bit on that front. This week has been rainy and cold and windy and sad, so Tuesday told me to make matzo ball soup, which is my fave.
Hey, why not a Greek salad, too? Make it a Mediterranean day? So then I looked up how to make gyro type meat, and semi succeeded at it. And tzatziki sauce? Just dump some garlic and cucumber into some yogurt!! So that's what I've been eating for days.
Today's weather (plus the subliminal message from Restaurant City) screamed hot cross buns! I used this recipe, and they're pretty good. Not quite as spicy/flavorful as I imagined, so I might put more cinnamon etc. next time, but they were pretty easy to make and turned out alright. (I also squeezed some juice from the lemon into the frosting, too.) I'm not much for baking, but if I don't kill the yeast it usually works out.
Since there was a lot of down time while letting it rise, I swung by work and picked up some things to watch.....ended up putting Spinal Tap in. Haha. I liked it! Which is silly since I've seen two or three of their following mockumentaries and wasn't particularly won over. Maybe I need to see them again? Maybe because there was so much Beatles references? (their first song was about a train numbered 919)
Guitar Center mailed me a coupon to get $50 off a purchase over $349, so I'm pretty sure I'm gonna go pick up a Hofner violin bass tomorrow. !!!!!!!!!!!!! If they have one. I hoooooooooooope soooooooooooooo.
I found a Ringo song I actually like. I don't know why, but I was muddling about in his solo career and found this gem from 2005. FREE DRINKS. It's fun.
That's all I have to share! I had two cups (like four cups, giant mug) of coffee with me buns, and even though it was decaf, I'm feeling its placebo effects. So I hope you have a good night! Mine will be a long time coming.
-Steph
(ps: spellcheck suggested "Hefner")
Haven't had too many culinary adventures lately, so this week caught up a bit on that front. This week has been rainy and cold and windy and sad, so Tuesday told me to make matzo ball soup, which is my fave.
Hey, why not a Greek salad, too? Make it a Mediterranean day? So then I looked up how to make gyro type meat, and semi succeeded at it. And tzatziki sauce? Just dump some garlic and cucumber into some yogurt!! So that's what I've been eating for days.
Today's weather (plus the subliminal message from Restaurant City) screamed hot cross buns! I used this recipe, and they're pretty good. Not quite as spicy/flavorful as I imagined, so I might put more cinnamon etc. next time, but they were pretty easy to make and turned out alright. (I also squeezed some juice from the lemon into the frosting, too.) I'm not much for baking, but if I don't kill the yeast it usually works out.
Since there was a lot of down time while letting it rise, I swung by work and picked up some things to watch.....ended up putting Spinal Tap in. Haha. I liked it! Which is silly since I've seen two or three of their following mockumentaries and wasn't particularly won over. Maybe I need to see them again? Maybe because there was so much Beatles references? (their first song was about a train numbered 919)
Guitar Center mailed me a coupon to get $50 off a purchase over $349, so I'm pretty sure I'm gonna go pick up a Hofner violin bass tomorrow. !!!!!!!!!!!!! If they have one. I hoooooooooooope soooooooooooooo.
I found a Ringo song I actually like. I don't know why, but I was muddling about in his solo career and found this gem from 2005. FREE DRINKS. It's fun.
That's all I have to share! I had two cups (like four cups, giant mug) of coffee with me buns, and even though it was decaf, I'm feeling its placebo effects. So I hope you have a good night! Mine will be a long time coming.
-Steph
(ps: spellcheck suggested "Hefner")
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Blast from the Past
Happy Thursday!!! Now if you'll let me, I will share with you, via metaphor, an experience I had late last night.
Pretend that when you were little, there was a girl who lived on your street that you played with quite often. But while you were still of a tender age, this friend up and moved away, leaving you with distinct but limited memories of your grand times together.
Later, when you're an adult, you have a buddy who has on occasion told you stories about this cousin of his. Like about how she's influenced his life and the cool things she's done and whatever. You come to regard this cousin as a pretty remarkable person.
Then one day your cousin says that she's gonna be in town, would you like to meet her? Of course you would, she's like your buddy's hero.
So you walk in the door, not knowing what to expect even though these stories have built her up in your mind (and you're afraid just a little that perhaps it was all talk), and before you can even think about what's happening, the overwhelming certainty hits you that this is not the first time you've met.
You recognize her. You're not meeting her, you're seeing her again. You know her. And suddenly you have the backlog of second hand information plus this new first hand observation tacking onto your distinct yet limited memories because this is the girl you grew up with.
This girl's name, ladies and gentlemen, is Layla.
That would be, of course, Eric Clapton's (of Derek and the Dominos) "Layla." How much have I heard about this song in the past few months, or since Beatlemania hit? Written for/about Pattie Boyd, George Harrison's wife, it comes up, you know? And it's like, Clapton, whose legend looms large to begin with.
I came across this phrase last night: "the unmistakable riff of 'Layla,'" and suddenly wondered just how unmistakable it was. Had I heard it before, perhaps, and just not known who it was by? Would it actually be as great as stuff by Clapton is supposed to be? So I manned up and punched it into youtube and in the first second of the song I literally gasped. I knew that riff.
Another story. My brother had a silly old Mac (although at the time certainly it was in its prime), upon which were a number of silly old computer games. The best one, was, of course, Tetris. (It also had Welltris, which was like, Soviet themed 3D Tetris)
I played this Tetris quite a bit, back before I was better than my brother at it. At certain line amounts you would go up a level, the background would change, and things would speed up a notch. I remember level 5 or 6 was blue and very pretty, but a highly rare sight. Part of why I play Tetris so fast is because in this version, if you weren't pressing on the down arrow when the piece landed, you didn't get any points. So I always send my pieces straight to the bottom, or else I feel like the move wasn't worth it.
But the best part about this Tetris, however, was its soundtrack. There was a loop, probably only two, three minutes at the most, made up of a bunch of audio clips. My brother had constructed this loop, through what means remains a mystery, but every time you played Tetris, this is what you heard.
There was a whole section of background music from the anime Ranma 1/2, which was always my favorite section. I think included in there was a portion of the gamelan riff of Tetsuo's theme from Akira (the part you hear whenever they're looking at Tetsuo's readout in the movie. I had a similar Layla experience when I saw Akira for the first time.) At some point everything stopped and John Cleese announced, "And now for something completely different."
There was another Monty Python clip in there, from Holy Grail, (in the video at 1:21). And I know the riff from Sweet Home Alabama featured...maybe it was even the initial clip? I feel like I'm missing some others, but these are the ones that still stand out.
Those, and, as you may have guessed by now, the opening riff from Layla. So, yes, I suppose that it IS that unmistakable. But it's also got this insane little, um, what to call it....it's near to my heart, but only for the reason that it was liked by my 15 year old brother enough to be included in a medley to play Tetris by.
If there's any that you remember putting in there, Kevin, do share. I miss that game so much. That computer's long since been thrown away. :<
Speaking of memory lane, we were searching down old kids shows of which we had vague recollections, the crown jewel of them all being this fine video. Yeah. I watched that in my formative years. Oh, the 90s, what have you done to us?!
Segue. You know how history is so awesome? Like things happen, which cause other things to happen and then everything works out in one specific way? This is also of interest when it comes to story telling, but with history it's so much more epic. Imagine this:
If a boy named Klaus Voorman had not met a girl named Astrid Kirchherr, the Beatles as we know them would not exist.
Because, if he had not known her, then, after tracking down the source of rock 'n roll music echoing into the Reeperbahn, he would not have invited her to go with him next time. Then she would not have met Stu--Stu would not have met them! The French existentialist haircut would not be introduced and re-introduced to the lads from Liverpool, or to the world a few years later. Maybe Stu would have stayed with the band instead of leaving--maybe they would have been more affected by his death or maybe he wouldn't have died at all! In either case, the musical tension between Paul and Stu would have kept up.......................
Things would have been different--the WORLD would have been different, had two German youngsters not met. Crazy. Everyone has a place in the puzzle, no?
-Steph
Pretend that when you were little, there was a girl who lived on your street that you played with quite often. But while you were still of a tender age, this friend up and moved away, leaving you with distinct but limited memories of your grand times together.
Later, when you're an adult, you have a buddy who has on occasion told you stories about this cousin of his. Like about how she's influenced his life and the cool things she's done and whatever. You come to regard this cousin as a pretty remarkable person.
Then one day your cousin says that she's gonna be in town, would you like to meet her? Of course you would, she's like your buddy's hero.
So you walk in the door, not knowing what to expect even though these stories have built her up in your mind (and you're afraid just a little that perhaps it was all talk), and before you can even think about what's happening, the overwhelming certainty hits you that this is not the first time you've met.
You recognize her. You're not meeting her, you're seeing her again. You know her. And suddenly you have the backlog of second hand information plus this new first hand observation tacking onto your distinct yet limited memories because this is the girl you grew up with.
This girl's name, ladies and gentlemen, is Layla.
That would be, of course, Eric Clapton's (of Derek and the Dominos) "Layla." How much have I heard about this song in the past few months, or since Beatlemania hit? Written for/about Pattie Boyd, George Harrison's wife, it comes up, you know? And it's like, Clapton, whose legend looms large to begin with.
I came across this phrase last night: "the unmistakable riff of 'Layla,'" and suddenly wondered just how unmistakable it was. Had I heard it before, perhaps, and just not known who it was by? Would it actually be as great as stuff by Clapton is supposed to be? So I manned up and punched it into youtube and in the first second of the song I literally gasped. I knew that riff.
Another story. My brother had a silly old Mac (although at the time certainly it was in its prime), upon which were a number of silly old computer games. The best one, was, of course, Tetris. (It also had Welltris, which was like, Soviet themed 3D Tetris)
I played this Tetris quite a bit, back before I was better than my brother at it. At certain line amounts you would go up a level, the background would change, and things would speed up a notch. I remember level 5 or 6 was blue and very pretty, but a highly rare sight. Part of why I play Tetris so fast is because in this version, if you weren't pressing on the down arrow when the piece landed, you didn't get any points. So I always send my pieces straight to the bottom, or else I feel like the move wasn't worth it.
But the best part about this Tetris, however, was its soundtrack. There was a loop, probably only two, three minutes at the most, made up of a bunch of audio clips. My brother had constructed this loop, through what means remains a mystery, but every time you played Tetris, this is what you heard.
There was a whole section of background music from the anime Ranma 1/2, which was always my favorite section. I think included in there was a portion of the gamelan riff of Tetsuo's theme from Akira (the part you hear whenever they're looking at Tetsuo's readout in the movie. I had a similar Layla experience when I saw Akira for the first time.) At some point everything stopped and John Cleese announced, "And now for something completely different."
There was another Monty Python clip in there, from Holy Grail, (in the video at 1:21). And I know the riff from Sweet Home Alabama featured...maybe it was even the initial clip? I feel like I'm missing some others, but these are the ones that still stand out.
Those, and, as you may have guessed by now, the opening riff from Layla. So, yes, I suppose that it IS that unmistakable. But it's also got this insane little, um, what to call it....it's near to my heart, but only for the reason that it was liked by my 15 year old brother enough to be included in a medley to play Tetris by.
If there's any that you remember putting in there, Kevin, do share. I miss that game so much. That computer's long since been thrown away. :<
Speaking of memory lane, we were searching down old kids shows of which we had vague recollections, the crown jewel of them all being this fine video. Yeah. I watched that in my formative years. Oh, the 90s, what have you done to us?!
Segue. You know how history is so awesome? Like things happen, which cause other things to happen and then everything works out in one specific way? This is also of interest when it comes to story telling, but with history it's so much more epic. Imagine this:
If a boy named Klaus Voorman had not met a girl named Astrid Kirchherr, the Beatles as we know them would not exist.
Because, if he had not known her, then, after tracking down the source of rock 'n roll music echoing into the Reeperbahn, he would not have invited her to go with him next time. Then she would not have met Stu--Stu would not have met them! The French existentialist haircut would not be introduced and re-introduced to the lads from Liverpool, or to the world a few years later. Maybe Stu would have stayed with the band instead of leaving--maybe they would have been more affected by his death or maybe he wouldn't have died at all! In either case, the musical tension between Paul and Stu would have kept up.......................
Things would have been different--the WORLD would have been different, had two German youngsters not met. Crazy. Everyone has a place in the puzzle, no?
-Steph
Thursday, April 08, 2010
Stuart Sutcliffe
Happy Thursday! What on earth am I going to tell you about today?
I am sitting in incensey darkness, listening to the Beatles Anthology 2 on these monster new headphones I bought for free and which block out even the sound of me typing. I'm eating lemonheads from a bag labeled Old Fashioned Penny Candy that I purchased for 99 cents a week ago, and I think the price discrepancy is just fine given how long they've lasted.
What sort of careers can be found that combine history and entertainment? As in, entertainment history? As in, I freakin' love reading the Beatles story over and over, and about the 40s-60s in general, and I love film as well as music.
Give me a topic along those lines, and I'll present you with an essay. Really. I will. I love researching when the subject is interesting.
Maybe not even just, what, critical writing (which I did come to like, in my late college years), but maybe nonfiction, uh, narrative. I just wrote a Beatles fic--epitome of dorkdom, I'm full aware--based on several accounts of true events. Maybe I could write the next Nowhere Boy.
Writing about real people, which I'm pretty sure I've never done before--hold up, unless you count the one featuring my roommates and Sylar--is similar to regular fanfiction in that there are still distinct personalities and types of events you need to understand how to present accurately. With regular fanfiction you have a lot more leeway because those characters aren't going to come after you for getting it wrong; not to mention the fact that they were designed to be characters with specific recognizable (and repeatable) quirks.
But I've always been pretty intense about "getting it right," and not being, as we say, "out of character." For a lot of anime, I refused to write anything until I finished the show, just out of fear that any idea I might have in the meantime would end up being proven non-canonical by events I hadn't seen yet.
That's right, fanfiction requires research! You can't just plop down and write whatever you want! If you're just going to make up whatever you want, why not just use your own characters specifically suited to the purpose? There has to be a reason you're choosing that world and those people to play with.
The scene from Beatles history I chose to represent was the day Stu Sutcliffe handed off his bass to Paul McCartney, effectively quitting the Beatles in order to pursue his art studies. A lot of things led up to this, historically--his decreasing interest in music for his increasing interest in his girlfriend Astrid and the art world she represented; his non-improving bass skills while everyone else was jumping ahead exponentially; the way he and Paul were butting heads over the limelight and John's approval.
See, Paul was dead serious about hitting the big time. So were George and John. Paul saw Stu as a hindrance to this goal, was certain that he could do it better. (Paul also was one of three guitarists at the time and his ego was itching to have a more useful spot in the band, too) Paul also saw Stu as a threat, being John's New Best Friend, edging him out of that coveted position. John was, for a long time, willfully blind of Stu's lack of musical ability, too much in awe of Stu's artsy vibes to acknowledge the truth.
Stu was also strikingly beautiful, and this was particularly abhorrent to Paul, "the cute one."
So one day, Paul gets up from the piano and tackles Stu to the floor! There they viciously tussle until the song ends, when the other three finally make time to pull them apart.
A few days later, Stu mans up and literally hands Paul his bass. Matter-o-factly, resources say, at peace with the decision, I say. Then he goes off to art school in Hamburg, is on the brink of being wildly successful, gets engaged to the love of his life....and then dies of a brain hemorrhage within the year. SAD DAY STU.
So my trickle of story inspiration was the thought that, after this exchange, Paul would have to sit down and re-string the guitar in order to play it left handed (the wikipedia article says that he in fact did not, but the footnote is to the book I was looking at for this express purpose, and I'm sure the quote to which they refer is Paul's, "It was a loan, he didn't want me turning the strings around." Whether he respected this request is open to interpretation, surely.)
So Paul sits down to do this, and everyone else gives him the cold shoulder for being such a jerk to Stu, who I'm sure was very likable. But Paul has on his side the future that will one day be put in history books--Paul McCartney will be the bassist for the Beatles, and the Beatles will take over the world.
Drama, kids. The Beatles are full of untapped drama.
Here's a mini gallery of Astrid Kirchherr's photographs of the early Beatles, because she rocks at that.
Okay, I'm not sure what relevance Stu has with Thursday, but I'm just going to go for it. One bassist's tribute to another, we'll call it.
-Steph
I am sitting in incensey darkness, listening to the Beatles Anthology 2 on these monster new headphones I bought for free and which block out even the sound of me typing. I'm eating lemonheads from a bag labeled Old Fashioned Penny Candy that I purchased for 99 cents a week ago, and I think the price discrepancy is just fine given how long they've lasted.
What sort of careers can be found that combine history and entertainment? As in, entertainment history? As in, I freakin' love reading the Beatles story over and over, and about the 40s-60s in general, and I love film as well as music.
Give me a topic along those lines, and I'll present you with an essay. Really. I will. I love researching when the subject is interesting.
Maybe not even just, what, critical writing (which I did come to like, in my late college years), but maybe nonfiction, uh, narrative. I just wrote a Beatles fic--epitome of dorkdom, I'm full aware--based on several accounts of true events. Maybe I could write the next Nowhere Boy.
Writing about real people, which I'm pretty sure I've never done before--hold up, unless you count the one featuring my roommates and Sylar--is similar to regular fanfiction in that there are still distinct personalities and types of events you need to understand how to present accurately. With regular fanfiction you have a lot more leeway because those characters aren't going to come after you for getting it wrong; not to mention the fact that they were designed to be characters with specific recognizable (and repeatable) quirks.
But I've always been pretty intense about "getting it right," and not being, as we say, "out of character." For a lot of anime, I refused to write anything until I finished the show, just out of fear that any idea I might have in the meantime would end up being proven non-canonical by events I hadn't seen yet.
That's right, fanfiction requires research! You can't just plop down and write whatever you want! If you're just going to make up whatever you want, why not just use your own characters specifically suited to the purpose? There has to be a reason you're choosing that world and those people to play with.
The scene from Beatles history I chose to represent was the day Stu Sutcliffe handed off his bass to Paul McCartney, effectively quitting the Beatles in order to pursue his art studies. A lot of things led up to this, historically--his decreasing interest in music for his increasing interest in his girlfriend Astrid and the art world she represented; his non-improving bass skills while everyone else was jumping ahead exponentially; the way he and Paul were butting heads over the limelight and John's approval.
See, Paul was dead serious about hitting the big time. So were George and John. Paul saw Stu as a hindrance to this goal, was certain that he could do it better. (Paul also was one of three guitarists at the time and his ego was itching to have a more useful spot in the band, too) Paul also saw Stu as a threat, being John's New Best Friend, edging him out of that coveted position. John was, for a long time, willfully blind of Stu's lack of musical ability, too much in awe of Stu's artsy vibes to acknowledge the truth.
Stu was also strikingly beautiful, and this was particularly abhorrent to Paul, "the cute one."
So one day, Paul gets up from the piano and tackles Stu to the floor! There they viciously tussle until the song ends, when the other three finally make time to pull them apart.
A few days later, Stu mans up and literally hands Paul his bass. Matter-o-factly, resources say, at peace with the decision, I say. Then he goes off to art school in Hamburg, is on the brink of being wildly successful, gets engaged to the love of his life....and then dies of a brain hemorrhage within the year. SAD DAY STU.
So my trickle of story inspiration was the thought that, after this exchange, Paul would have to sit down and re-string the guitar in order to play it left handed (the wikipedia article says that he in fact did not, but the footnote is to the book I was looking at for this express purpose, and I'm sure the quote to which they refer is Paul's, "It was a loan, he didn't want me turning the strings around." Whether he respected this request is open to interpretation, surely.)
So Paul sits down to do this, and everyone else gives him the cold shoulder for being such a jerk to Stu, who I'm sure was very likable. But Paul has on his side the future that will one day be put in history books--Paul McCartney will be the bassist for the Beatles, and the Beatles will take over the world.
Drama, kids. The Beatles are full of untapped drama.
Here's a mini gallery of Astrid Kirchherr's photographs of the early Beatles, because she rocks at that.
Okay, I'm not sure what relevance Stu has with Thursday, but I'm just going to go for it. One bassist's tribute to another, we'll call it.
-Steph
Thursday, April 01, 2010
So Many Friends
Happy Thursday! For this magical Thursday, I've done a video blog!!! You can find it here.
If you have any questions after watching that video, more answers are here.
My social calendar has been quite full this week! Saturday night Sam came for a visit, under highly fortuitous circumstances! So Sunday was a fun adventure for the both of us, as I took him sight seeing and we ended up going to two separate places that I'd even never been to.
Mostly we played Beatles Rock Band. There was a magical moment where, as Clapton to my Harrison, he 100%'d the solo in While My Guitar Gently Weeps. So I gotta trophy! It was a proud moment for us all.
Shortly after, we had an adventure around the park, and then had a photo shoot, the evidence of which you can find on Facebook. It was a great day.
Then Carolyn came back from Japan, which was where she was for a short time. So yesterday we hung out and I got to see all the pictures and hear the horror stories. She got me a cutest lil Owl guy and a figuring of Lightning from FFXIII. Adorable, one and all.
Today Beth has come over! And we're gonna dye eggs and shirts and watch movies about British music etc. But for dinner we went to this new ramen place, to which I have literally taken everyone I know. We went there last night and when Sam was here, which was their grand opening weekend.
It's pretty good/okay. I've had three different things now, the best of which by far is the curry rice. Go there! I'll give you directions.
Oh and I got new fish! Two more baby neon tetras, which areeggs called Dhani and Brian, and a flying fox, which is supposed to eat the new algae (but I don't think he is). I named him During, 'cause it occurred to me that that would be a cool name.
Oh and Beth wants me to tell you how well I can play with What is Life. We'll jam it up tomorrow, Beth wants me to instruct you to look for our names in lights. Which iseggs RIDICULOUS because it would be our band name in lights, not our name names. So, look for MDMB in lights.
(I also learned Lady Madonna and that's about it.)
Peace and love, peace and loveno more autographs
ringo -Steph!
If you have any questions after watching that video, more answers are here.
My social calendar has been quite full this week! Saturday night Sam came for a visit, under highly fortuitous circumstances! So Sunday was a fun adventure for the both of us, as I took him sight seeing and we ended up going to two separate places that I'd even never been to.
Mostly we played Beatles Rock Band. There was a magical moment where, as Clapton to my Harrison, he 100%'d the solo in While My Guitar Gently Weeps. So I gotta trophy! It was a proud moment for us all.
Shortly after, we had an adventure around the park, and then had a photo shoot, the evidence of which you can find on Facebook. It was a great day.
Then Carolyn came back from Japan, which was where she was for a short time. So yesterday we hung out and I got to see all the pictures and hear the horror stories. She got me a cutest lil Owl guy and a figuring of Lightning from FFXIII. Adorable, one and all.
Today Beth has come over! And we're gonna dye eggs and shirts and watch movies about British music etc. But for dinner we went to this new ramen place, to which I have literally taken everyone I know. We went there last night and when Sam was here, which was their grand opening weekend.
It's pretty good/okay. I've had three different things now, the best of which by far is the curry rice. Go there! I'll give you directions.
Oh and I got new fish! Two more baby neon tetras, which are
Oh and Beth wants me to tell you how well I can play with What is Life. We'll jam it up tomorrow, Beth wants me to instruct you to look for our names in lights. Which is
(I also learned Lady Madonna and that's about it.)
Peace and love, peace and love
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