kjpepper: (penis truck)
We're back!

It was a good trip out to Hellmira to visit the Zaks, and I am proud of myself for surviving the entire trip without internet, since apparently Time Warner Cable hates Casa Zak this week. We were treated upon arrival with a rousing story of how and why. :) But I'm jumping ahead - first a Sharkbait Hoohaahaa is in order for [livejournal.com profile] anzovin, who drove us there and back again, braving trucks, Massholes, an inordinate amount of RV's, and bits falling off his car to get us to our destination. (Not a vital bit, mind, just the plastic strip that separated the driver's side front wheel well from the rest of the undercarriage. The part where we drove ten miles with it hanging noisily off the car was... fun. I think that's the only picture we took of the whole minivacation though.)

But yeah... Friday was [livejournal.com profile] zadnyl's birthday, which was thoroughly celebrated by a much talked through viewing of We're no Angels (the Bogart version), homemade mint chip ice cream and the yummiest, spongiest chocolate cake topped with tangy mint frosting. :) And an evening kicking back with the Zaks. I love [livejournal.com profile] sundart's family - so laid back, funny and well, despite the mostly good natured bickering, the closeness is very apparent. I wish they lived closer by, especially now that [livejournal.com profile] jz898 and [livejournal.com profile] zadnyl have grown up into damn cool people. :) I wouldn't mind seeing them more often - but 5 hours is a pretty stiff drive.

Which reminds me, I have got to get back on the driving thing. That and I have to replace my iPod.

Yesterday was spent at the Corning Glass Museum, out to lunch, finding a whole new wealth of dirty music from the Kids (reminds me, gotta find that "I like Big Tits" song) and wandering around Ithaca Commons. The Corning Glass Museum was pretty kickass - obviously the bit about optical glass and fiberoptics was all interactive and up my alley, but there were a couple of things in the History of Glass displays that knocked my socks off. One was a display of these... gigantic... candlabra. One was freestanding the other was a chandelier, and were just these ostentatious displays of heavy glass dangly bits and ... wow. The chandelier was the same, only it was this deep rich shade of green. They dated from the late 19th century, and apparently these chandeliers not only came in green and clear, but blue and red too. Goddamn.

The other bit was this one here, which is unfortunately not done justice by the photograph. Staring down in it and following the little paths seen through the sculpture, it felt a little bit like staring down into sets from the Neverending Story movie, the bit with the Southern Oracles anyway.

damn forgetting the camera.

Anyway, we rejoined the Kids for lunch (we'd lost them on the way to the museum due to having three cars), at a local pizza joint (mmm, sicilian and slushieee), then we all decided to go to Ithaca and wander the Commons. Wow. And I thought the hippie population in Amherst was insane. But considering it's apparently quite legal to sell bongs and other interesting parephenalia in New York State, I shouldn't be surprised by the number of hippies in Ithaca. :) Still Ithaca was neat - kinda a cross between what I'd managed to see of Pittsburgh around the universities and Amherst, really.

Back home for Zak's yummy manicotti, and after sending [livejournal.com profile] anzovin to bed in preparation for the trip home, [livejournal.com profile] sundart, I and the Kids went to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. some mildly spoilerish thoughts, nothing major tho )

And now... after a few hours of driving and teaching [livejournal.com profile] anzovin to use his cruise control, we're back. And I would ust like to say that every road trip should end with everyone in the car singing along to Weird Al's "Albuquerque" at the top of the lungs.

And now, to shower, actually get my hair some semblance of done since it was too hot to get it done all weekend, and pout hardcore about how I won't get to read Harry Potter until Tuesday.


Jul. 8th, 2005 08:07 am
kjpepper: (don't panic)
Last night MomZ called to tell everyone she and [livejournal.com profile] jz898 were home from their trip to Europe. They'd been in London when the bombing happened, but luckily by that time they were already at Heathrow. Still... yikes.

Tonight, work (whine) then el capitain d'amor is coming over to pay me back in cooking for a favor. :) I think I get the better end of the deal - everyone should pay me back in dinners, I think. Especially since he's sort of Macgyver in the kitchen - he can whip up a gourmet 3 course meal out of pasta, government cheese and salt. Well that's something to look foward to at least.

Tomorrow, craft fair and farmers market.
kjpepper: (green bodice)
One of the main reasons that I will probably continue to take the PVTA even after I get my license is that I'd miss chatting with the bus drivers if I stopped. Especially Phil. The man will talk until your ears fall off in protest, but goddamn, he's interesting. One of those guys who's packed a lot of living into his years (and there aren't all that many of them, considering the depths of his experiences). Anyway, I just got off the bus after a long chat about classical music which sidetracked into Victor Borge and PDQ Bach (wow, someone else who listens to PDQ Bach!!! Awesome!) and then he revealed that he is the keeper of the Holy Grail - namely he has a CD with the recording of "New York, New York" played on old car horns, and he's going to lend it to me. I swear my little heart just turned cartwheels with joy.

He also made me realize that I've pretty much abandoned my music lately. Not just the playing of it, though he firmly ordered me to go home tonight and pick up my violin for fifteen minutes. But I really haven't been listening to it much either since the car hit me and my iPod went bye bye. Really all I've been hearing are the few songs I snatched off of my drive and put on my work computer and I've long since tired of those, and occasionally cool stuff off of [livejournal.com profile] athene's iPod when she brings it in. I also haven't made any mixes in a while, for which I have utterly no excuse, 'specially since I have the Green mix all ready to go and added one more track to it yesterday. Which is kinda sad really. There was a time when I spent just about all of my time jacked in to some sort of sound... and I miss it. Probably time to pick up the various aspects of it again. Even if by now attempting to play my old friend'll sound more like cats mating violently than anything else. Not to mention I can probably plug my keyboard into my stereo... course, I'd have to find the power cord for it first. I also sure as hell can't play clarinet with hard reeds anymore - I'd blow holes through my cheeks.

Note to self, stop by Downtown Sounds before going to the Big Mall tonight. I apparently should pick up a few little things...

On another note, something to remember - Phil mentioned a place in Wisconsin called House on The Rock that I apparently must see sometime in my life. I can't imagine when I'll be in Wisconsin of all places, but if the collection of old pneumatic powered musical ensembles is as neat as Phil says, I will indeed have to check it out at some point. Maybe during that proverbial cross country road trip me and the girl want to take at some point... Hmm. I smell possible honeymoon idea. >:D

damn it, must reupload rest of icons. I found 15 ultimately too stifling and paid for extra ones when I renewed my account. Be nice to see and use my old friends sometime...
kjpepper: (underpants!)
Wedding pictures )

Overall, a good time was had by all. So... one wedding down in the Incestovalley. Two more to go.

kjpepper: (Caress (Luis Royo))
Seriously overslept this morning, shit shit shit.

So much for getting anything productive done today. Looks like I'll be staying home today and going in early tomorrow.

so, the post about athene and lordaerith's wedding! I'll post pics tomorrow - I'll just use a card reader at this point. Growl!

In case I hadn't said it before, their wedding was gorgeous - probably the most beautiful wedding I have ever attended. What you get when you get two theater lovin' Pagan game geeks together. It was up at the Warfield House, which was surrounded by scenery porn galore, and though some dark thunderclouds hung in the sky, it thankfully didn't rain anywhere near the ceremony.

I know they had some costumery issues before the ceremony - not that anyone noticed. Everyone looked gorgeous.

They had four bridesmaids and four groomsmen dressed in elemental colors (whic later ad a big role in the ceremony) and cooler than cool, the bridesmades carried daggers and the groomsmen had these swords *drool* anyway. And the bride and groom themselves were, well breattaking. I can honestly say I've never seen lordaerith look that handsome before.

The wedding ritual was... well. It was obvious that they put a lot of thought into the sequence, the blocking...

you know what, maybe I'll just run to CVS and put tese damn pics on a CD. This sorta needs pictures to tell appropriately. :)


Jun. 15th, 2005 02:04 am
kjpepper: (we're just kids (morlock))
But first, a word from our sponsor - Trains Passing! *bounce of glee as one passes* I'm never going to get tired of that sound. I meant to walk down to the tracks this evening and watch the 11:30 go by, but a) it seems to be 2 hours late b) Freakishly, I went to sleep at 8:45ish. At least the sky was still blue out there when I rolled over, I remember that.


The weather broke today, thank the Goddess. It was kinda hot and stupid this morning and then I got out of work and what the hell, it was actually... bearable. Pleasant, even. Still humid, mind you, but MUCH better than it has been. And tonight is wonderfully cool. Tomorrow's high temperature? 71 degrees, baby. Now that's what I'm talkin' about. Screw the August weather, screw it right in the ear.

... why do people say to screw/fuck something in the ear? Is it 'cause it would hurt more? Never mind, random thought. Moving right along.

After work and a bit of a delay caused by a missed signal, [livejournal.com profile] morlock and I with a side dish of [livejournal.com profile] sundart met up for some shopping goodness. i.e. I dragged him into Jonothan Reid to pick out his and the groomsmen's tuxes. Reasons why this was fun? well a, I immediately found a wonderful bowler hat that of course I had to try on. I must say, I look good in those. 'Specially with my hair back and with the addition of dangly earrings. :) Very Liza Minelli in Cabaret. Wilkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome. Well yay. Usually I hate how I look with my hair back (round face y'know), but earrings and a bowler seem to mitigate the look. Must get one. Told [livejournal.com profile] sundart and [livejournal.com profile] morlock that when I pick up my tux, that bowler is coming with me.

Ah, which brings me to b. [livejournal.com profile] morlock asked me to join his penguin squad be one of his groomsmen! *barely contained fit of hyperactive glee* a) I'm honored. Seriously. That's cool shit right there. b) I got fitted for Fisher Price My First Tux today!

So. I look really good in men's suits. I mean, we knew I would... but Damn! Hotness! Of course, add the bowler and hello Minister of Silly Walks. Anyway... wow. I get to wear a tux, yo, do you know how long I've wanted to do that?

Things that amused the hell out of me during the fitting process:
  • Waist, neck, shoulder, sleeve, outseam... as opposed to bust, waist, hips, inseam. Anyway, measuring for such things is interesting.

  • I was kinda worried that Madame Ghettobooty wasn't going to get into the pants. Shouldn't have worried. Tuxes have these neat little pulls around the waist to compensate for that. I win! And I can sit down, too, which is helpful.

  • "suit jacket sleeves properly fall between the wrist and the first joint of the thumb. Also don't button the bottom button - you'll pop it off if you sit down." Yeah, especially with my hips. Thank you Ryan for the advice, putting up with us, and for being cute. Whee.

  • the fact that the finished product, with jacket, reduces sunny to admiring squeals is a serious bonus.

  • Goddamn. The world of rented formalwear is seriously intriguing, even if all the tux models are homosocial as hell. Specially wit two guys in the picture, one's always looking at the camera and the other is looking at the other guy as if he wants to paint him in chocolate and nibble small strawberries off his nipples or something. There was this one poor guy with a very intense gaze, widows peak, and this tux that probably would have been very nice other than the fact that the combined effect was painfully Vampire Lestat.

    But serious. Pick out a jacket style, tie style, vest or cummerbund, shoes, colors for everything, boom you're done. Simple, easy, and the best part is when you're done, you friggin' return it. Why isn't there some sort of modular formal garment like that for women? Maybe there's no real way to make it work in a western clothing paradigm... cause I don't think there's a garment that would work in a modular way like that. kimonos and saris on the other hand... Bah, I'm babbling.

So yeah. That made me into a bubble of manic joy this afternoon. And at some point next month I get to pick up a tux. I win everything. :) Thank you, [livejournal.com profile] morlock.

The problem with crashing early is that now, at 2am, I'm wide awake but I don't really have the impetus to do anything. Like I really should go wash the dishes. Do I feel like it? hell no. *sigh* I guess I needed the sleep but meh...

Back to Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter I guess.
kjpepper: (nyeh! demongo)
Ugh. Wow. I don't know what kind of ExLax bullshit they put in sub sandwiches these days but damned if I'm ever eating one again. Made the mistake of having Subway this afternoon, and am now enjoying the strange and fascinating world of food poisoning. I'll be vastly surprised if I even make it to bed by 3 at this point. Ah well, it's giving me a chance to finally catch completely up with Dykes to Watch Out For, since [livejournal.com profile] innostrantsa is the coolest evar. :)

So today was kinda up and down... I didn't end up seeing much of the ren faire due to rain and a couple of other mitigating factors, but I did see [livejournal.com profile] inle_rah and [livejournal.com profile] dionethoughts and [livejournal.com profile] ladygwyn for a few milliseconds as I tossed towels down the stairs at them as they came charging in out of the first of several freak downpours. Which was funny.

Also sort of saw L for all of ten seconds. I say sort of, since she kept her back turned to me the entire time and didn't speak directly to me. le sigh. Oh well. Wound up spending a good portion of today upstairs hanging out with [livejournal.com profile] sydneycat watching ancient inventions on the History channel and cornroeing my hair. The daily battles between the fro and the humidity are proving extremely irritating, so I'm totally breaking out the yarn during game tomorrow. That will at least take care of it for the next three weeks. :P I did go to the fair though. It was a bit soggy by that point, but I did pick up a cute beaded necklace and cause I bougt more than one thing the chick selling them was all like, here, have a grab bag, and so I got some pretty dangly rose quartz and haematite earrings out of the deal. I win.

And now, another round of digestive pinball. Joy. Excuse me.
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So considering this is going to be a looooooooooooooong illustrated entry, I'm not only LJ-cutting, but I also don't trust Semagic with it - writing it in editpad beforehand. So there!

That said, me, [livejournal.com profile] sundart, [livejournal.com profile] gossamer_gull, [livejournal.com profile] inle_rah, and [livejournal.com profile] gossamer_gull's boy Jonothan all went to Six Flags New England yesterday.

Short story: we had sooooo much fun going on all the rides and getting the pictures taken and stuff. I'm so tired, but in a good happy sore way.

Long Story )

Today I was supposed to go to work and get a jump on all of the work that awaits me, but as I am sore and exhausted, I think I will go tomorrow. I will take it easy today and tend to some household chores (laundry, hair, scrubby overlong nails, dishes, returning [livejournal.com profile] sundart's library books) instead. Tonight I think [livejournal.com profile] darkling_dreams is coming to crash for the night as well, so at some point I have to haul out and repair the AeroBed for her, as BritGirl is currently staying in Ho4's room. But I am tired and happy, and there will be Samurai Jack tonight, and good friends, and maybe my tummy will have recovered enough to handle that chicken carbonara I ordered from the italian place by [livejournal.com profile] gossamer_gull's last night but couldn't really eat. *happy wiggle* Thanks to everyone that hauled our asses out to Agawam and then made the afternoon an unholy amount of fun. *hugs to all*
kjpepper: (sleepy me (zzzz))
Had a fabulous day at Six Flags. Unfortunately, I am currently completely exhausted and too incoherent to write a proper journal entry about it (with illustrations!), so I will save it for tomorrow morning, after some sleep.
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Ugh. In my not so humble opinion no one should be up this early on Sunday. I awoke at 9:15 to the stirring sounds of the voices of [livejournal.com profile] sundart and Austin, and was promptly confused as Austin is rarely seen awake before 12:30 unless she has to be, so I'm thinking power outage or something where I've obviously slept longer than the clock is telling me. But no, it turns out Austin was having a bad night of it and woke Carole up at 7:30 for support. Stress and apnea are a bad combination.

Anyway. Carole and I managed to put Austin back to bed by about 10 ish, and then went out to Stop and Shop to grab me some Krazy Glue for my glasses, some other small items, and leftover boxes, except there weren't any there. I swear, going to Stop and Shop for boxes is like going to the Donut Dip in West Springfield for bismarcks - you have to get up assbutt early to get them and when you get there you have to grab as many as possible in case you run out or something. The good news is that boxes tend to keep somewhat better than fresh baked jelly monstrosity donuts . . . anyway. In light of the sad lack of boxes, Carole and I wandered up to Smith to dumpster dive for cardboard in back of our old Lamont house and the Student Center. We hit pay dirt of course, and now we have quite a few more boxes to work with. Go us. Still, I hold to my philosophy that no one should be awake before noon unless there is work involved, or quite possibly church, although I'm dubious of any religion that requires you to be sitting on hard wooden benches for an hour or so in dress clothes first thing in the morning on your day off. So much for the day of rest concept.

I ran into an acquaintance of mine from working in WAG and I'm feeling intensely horrible because I can't remember her name, but she's really awesome and if anyone ([livejournal.com profile] nireena?? [livejournal.com profile] blueraccoon??) can help me out, that would be great . . . but she's going through almost the exact same senior year academic bullshit I was three years ago, where I was living in an increased state of panic because I was well nigh failing two of my classes and almost at the state where I was going to do some serious harm to myself or others because graduation was sneaking up on me and I was running out of time. She's even panicking about almost the same two classes, as she's a computer science major as well, but it's the advanced math requirement and the last major requirement class that's doing it . . . anyway, after giving her a hug and letting her know that no matter what the outcome it won't be the end of the world, I unloaded all the advice I could muster from my brain - take summer exstensions on both the horrendous classes and concentrate on getting decent, if not good grades in the others that she's doing all right in, have many conversations with the dean (hell, I've got to do that too at some point . . . arg.), it helps, and know that although parents can be awful when it comes to academics (nothing like growing up in black family of high acheivers if you're not inclined towards locking yourself in a library, ladies and gentlemen) they ultmately get over any sort of disappointment . . . or at least blissfully stop talking about it. I think I helped. I hope I helped anyway. Gawd, I wish I had someone to tell me all this three years ago. ;)

Anyway. I'm running off to make Austin some soup, And i have to take this machine apart and figure out why the fan is now barking instead of whining. It's probably cat hair.
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Anucha was on the Cosby Show! We had a party for it. I better get on tbe days I missed. Number one, on Gracie Mansion night, Ian and Gayle Started pulling my hair. Then Nora and Ashkan joined in. I pushed ashkan into the side of the van. We hit a bump, and Ashkan fell in Patrick's lap.

and that was the only bit of catch-up I put in. I did have this habit of leaving entries and not picking them up later back then.

What I didn't mention here was the fact that of course when you get twenty little kids packed into two vans, sooner or later someone is going to be accused of farting - and the whole reason why Ashkan got shoved into the side of the van (and thereafter to flail helplessly into the arms of a bewildered Patrick (whoo woo!) was becuase he actually had the nerve to lean over and smell my butt when I said it wasn't me. Boys are so gross.

As for the fascination with my hair, I'm guessing this was one of the few events where I got to wear my hair down, or at least loosely twisted, as opposed to planted firmly in six or seven little braids, so I'm not too surprised everyone was poking it.
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SORRY! I forgot to write for a while. Yesterday I went to Gracie Mansion (the Mayor's House) to sing. on the way back, Ashkan, Nora - I'll tell the story later.


Are you a diplomat in New York? Are you hosting an event? Do you need something to give your event that o-so-special touch of global peace promotion? Quick, get the United Nations school to trot out all of its kids in national costumes and have them sing
Let There Be Peace On Earth for the 10,000,000th time. Jeeezus. I can't count the times we've piled into a bus dressed in kimono, daishiki, cheongsams, liederhosen, rebozo, clogs, bonnets and what have you, driven to gawd knows where to sing that song, sometimes on TV. It got so bad that Sheela and I made up our own flatulent parody called Let There Be Farts On Earth and would sing it raucously to each other over the phone and laugh hysterically. I'll spare you the gory details of the parody, but my favorite line of it was always "Let us fart with each other, in perfect harmony . . . pee-yoo-oo-ooh . . ."
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No school. Noth. new to rept. I exercised cause I'm running in the Colgate women's Games.

I love the fact that I had to mention that I didn't have school, seeing as it was a Saturday.

Colgate was always fun - anyone could enter! I never expected to win anything, as I was a little asthmatic shrimpnoid, but I always had fun dashing haphazardly for short distances. They were always held at Pratt Institute in Brooklyn, whose gymnasium had this very distinctive zigzag pattern. Anucha would always go over there to run or play basketball with her old coach . . . was his name Freddy? yeah . . . he was always nice to me. I think Anucha also taught me to shoot a basketball there too. Never could get the hang of a lay-up, but I did have a pretty good average from the foul line from those lessons. *sigh* sometimes I miss basketball . . .
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In French class today we saw a movie about this guy named Tintin. Funny!

ah, this must have been the time we got to see L'île Noir (the black island) for the first time. I don't really remember too much of it except for Tintin in a kilt flapping his arms about and looking worried and Milou following him around and barking. But it did spark a lifetime quasi-obsession, where I would check out the hardcover English translations of the comics from the library, my friends and I would circulate the volumes they didn't have, and eventually in college I bought my own. I still crack up at the antics of the very drunk Captain Haddock . . .

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