tag times two!

the tag (from sleep goblin):

1. go into your archives.
2. find your 23rd post.
3. find the fifth sentence.
4. post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5. tag five other people to do the same thing.

my sentence:

and i have a freaking craft room, for god's sake
(from 12.15.04)

i think this is supposed to tell me that i need to actually use my craft room, eh? i'm actually in the process of cleaning it and getting rid of a CRAPLOAD of... well, crap. anthony must think i'm the biggest mook - i'm always reorganizing and rearranging. doing anything to that room except for actual art & craft.

well, no longer, by god! this new year will usher in creativity the likes have never been seen by ms kimberlina! oh YES, i do declare and admonish myself to USE my craft room to its fullest extent! i will use it like a hooker on nebraska. have my way with it. *winkwinknudgenudge* thread and fabric and scissors and paint and paper and photographs and *gasp* finished projects.

let's see... who to tag... who to tag...
meaghan!
yakster!
madge!
bobi!
star!

you know, unless you've already done this one, of course. ;)

tag!

so, fritz totally tagged me and i have been a total slacker and totally didn't do it yet.

till now.

i'm not good at wish lists. i have a really hard time asking for fun and not just functional stuff. so here goes! you've got less than a day to shop - get to it! ; )

christmas wish list:

1 - a leica m7 rangefinder
2 - a hasselblad medium format camera with digital back
3 - pottery kiln
4 - pottery wheel
5 - darkroom w/ enlarger
6 - warehouse to house all art supplies
7 - printing press
8 - 4 bedroom bungalow in seminole heights w/ large bathtub
9 - or, instead, my rented townhouse now, repainted w/ new carpets
10 - my parents, back from hong kong

my parents were supposed to come into fort myers at 10 pm on the 24th, but at the airport my dad got really tired and dizzy and instead of flying home, went to a hospital in hong kong. again. they ended up leaving and are resting at reeko's house. the new schedule is that they're flying back on the 29th.

*sigh*

recent activity & transactions

last last weekend, i went to virginia's house with meaghan out in orlando! more crafty time wherein we learned virginia how to knit. ok, meaghan taught virginia and i watched when harry met sally, which i had never seen before.

virginia is seriously an awesome hostess. she cooked for us all weekend! scrambled dill & cheese eggs! tomato alfredo pasta! i love when people cook for me. love love love.
we also went out to celebrate her co-worker's birthday.



then we partied at her office and took photos in the bathroom:





we had gone out to wall street. kinda like an alley with lots of bars - you pay a cover to go to all of them, though we spent most of our time out in the street area. it was surprisingly casual. ybor here in tampa is incredibly skanky. it will be 40 degrees out and women will wear almost nothing, obviously suffering from hypothermia and they think they're insanely hott and hip and "sexy." um, that's a negatory. but in orlando, chicks were dressed for the cold! long sleeves! jeans! *gasp* normalcy. thank goodness.

but there was still lots of this:



can't see the funny? look again!



hahahahaha! people are so lame.

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and then last weekend, jen had her first annual HHWS&GEPL (holiday house warming social & gift exchange pot luck). mulled wine & peppermint hot chocolate!

this is how she made her hot chocolate pepperminty. really, really pepperminty.



it actually ate away at our candy cane garnishes.

star was the ONLY one to finish her schnapps chocolate.



jen was rather liberal in the pouring. 90 proof schnapps?! who knew!


this is lincoln. jen & brian also have a rabbit (ms. higgins), but she's black and since i didn't want to scare her w/ the flash, all i got was a black blob.


here's bri-bri, munching on his half-schnapps-eaten candy cane.


and here's anthony, he's saying, "there is no way i can drink that hot chocolate."

it occurs to me that there is a severe lack of decorations pictures... i'll have to try and remedy this... suffice it to say that jen & brian's new house is absolutely adorable and i am insanely jealous. quite.

:: half-naked thursday :: hosiery is sexist ::

anyways. i broke my rule of blogging with a slide. oh well. i'm chumming and i don't care! tonight is girlfriend sweatshop at star's house - most hopefully i'll get the rest of the slides tonight.

so my job is now requiring females to wear pantyhose with skirts.

seriously, is there anything more anachronistic? requiring pantyhose was ok in the 50s, right? but it's 2005! FIVE! did you get that? we don't wear hose if we don't want to, get it?! we can still look professional with BARE LEGS showing! *gasp* (oh, the horror, women's BARE legs?! cover those things!)

*sigh* i don't get exceedingly angry very often. when people try to convince me to eat at hooters, i get angry. when people push their views on other people, i get angry. when people tell me that i have to wear certain undergarments, i get angry.

yes, hosiery is considered an undergarment. it serves no useful purpose. "they" say that it helps keep you warm. are you kidding me? that flimsy little fabric? maybe if i were wearing leggings, yes. nylon? fuck no.

i was attempting to write coherently, but this is just turning into an amorphous rant. my apologies.

pantyhose is binding. it's uncomfortable. the crotch rides down till you're walking with it between your thighs. it makes toes cramp and can cause yeast infections. nylon is occlusive and makes my feet sweat even more. it gets runs within an hour, either from your hands putting it on or your toes from walking.

"they" say it looks professional. what makes it so professional? it makes your legs look even and smooth! so, having people judge how my legs look is professional?

and guys don't even have to wear ties! they want it for professionalism? what about TIES?! effing christ. not that ties even come close to what pantyhose are for women. YOU try wearing a little shrunken, binding nylon mesh crap for a few days - see how you're feeling then. you tell me how professional you feel. we don't even have clients that walk our halls, for pete's sake!

i must subvert in my own way. today i wore fishnet pantyhose. i have 5 pairs of hose - mostly decorative and one white pair. oh, i'll wear 'em all right. i can't promise they'll be "professional," but i'll be within dress code and "they" can't send me home to change. i'm considering buying a larger size so that the stockings will bunch around my ankles. how awesome would that be?

damn, i hate sexism.

::happy birthday saad::

slide - anthony

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happy birthday, saad, old man! we celebrated at ceviche where the food is insanely ridica-good and the expensive champagne sangria flows into ours mouths... not quite as fast as the money leaves our pockets.



me & the birthday boy - hellooooo drunky drunks!



soho - stands for south howard. aren't they clever?

mmm... tapas... let's see if i can remember what we ordered that night... scallops? vegetable paella. vegetables a la parilla (potato basket!). bizcochos de bacalao (salt cod cakes). had to use the menu there to jog the memory... holy smokes, this food was good. i need to win the lottery so we can go more often...



perhaps our 4th pitcher o' champagne sangria. you cannot go wrong when you drink fruity champagne through STRAWS.


rachel & star - members of the girlfriend sweatshop.
david - token male in the picture (2nd guitarist of red room cinema).


marcus, rosie (token female in picture) and birthday boy, caught waning-blink.


sarah (masseuse extraordinaire) & marsha.


requisite me & anthony photo. : )

awww... he's so drunky-drunk, too! (this is, of course, before we had to figure out how to split the bill 10 ways, which sobered him up quite a bit.)

these are from sarah's pictures:


HAHAHAHAHA! this one cracks me up.


uh... what the hell am i holding? ...i totally don't remember this. ...did i steal saad's gift?!
and it was so chill out!

msn - rebirth of a monster

slide - me

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so....... tonight i have totally signed up for msn. it reminds me of the bygone high school and college days of im and icq and aol messenger.

full-blown procrastination and late nights, text making it's beautiful crawly way across the screen.

i am re-creating a monster.

This I Believe - Penn Jillette

slide - erika

Morning Edition, November 21, 2005 · I believe that there is no God. I'm beyond atheism. Atheism is not believing in God. Not believing in God is easy -- you can't prove a negative, so there's no work to do. You can't prove that there isn't an elephant inside the trunk of my car. You sure? How about now? Maybe he was just hiding before. Check again. Did I mention that my personal heartfelt definition of the word "elephant" includes mystery, order, goodness, love and a spare tire?

So, anyone with a love for truth outside of herself has to start with no belief in God and then look for evidence of God. She needs to search for some objective evidence of a supernatural power. All the people I write e-mails to often are still stuck at this searching stage. The atheism part is easy.

But, this "This I Believe" thing seems to demand something more personal, some leap of faith that helps one see life's big picture, some rules to live by. So, I'm saying, "This I believe: I believe there is no God."

Having taken that step, it informs every moment of my life. I'm not greedy. I have love, blue skies, rainbows and Hallmark cards, and that has to be enough. It has to be enough, but it's everything in the world and everything in the world is plenty for me. It seems just rude to beg the invisible for more. Just the love of my family that raised me and the family I'm raising now is enough that I don't need heaven. I won the huge genetic lottery and I get joy every day.

Believing there's no God means I can't really be forgiven except by kindness and faulty memories. That's good; it makes me want to be more thoughtful. I have to try to treat people right the first time around.

Believing there's no God stops me from being solipsistic. I can read ideas from all different people from all different cultures. Without God, we can agree on reality, and I can keep learning where I'm wrong. We can all keep adjusting, so we can really communicate. I don't travel in circles where people say, "I have faith, I believe this in my heart and nothing you can say or do can shake my faith." That's just a long-winded religious way to say, "shut up," or another two words that the FCC likes less. But all obscenity is less insulting than, "How I was brought up and my imaginary friend means more to me than anything you can ever say or do." So, believing there is no God lets me be proven wrong and that's always fun. It means I'm learning something.

Believing there is no God means the suffering I've seen in my family, and indeed all the suffering in the world, isn't caused by an omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent force that isn't bothered to help or is just testing us, but rather something we all may be able to help others with in the future. No God means the possibility of less suffering in the future.

Believing there is no God gives me more room for belief in family, people, love, truth, beauty, sex, Jell-O and all the other things I can prove and that make this life the best life I will ever have.

- Penn Jillette