So that's what goes on in her head

I think I'm eternally doomed to know/date people who become famous, at least tangentially.

First, we had the editor ex, who popped up here a few months back, then there's my friend Rob who is a TV writer now, etc. etc. And the icing on the cake, my college bf, who got discovered as a model and worked the runways in Tokyo, Milan, New York and elsewhere, and who graced the pages of GQ and Details and the like in Prada ads a couple of years ago.

I just found him on myspace, where he also has a band/. They seem to be legit--have played both Knitting Factory and CBGBs.

I'm glad for him, but I hope all this fame around me isn't ruining my own odds of success. *


*Not that I equate fame with success by any means, but you know, I just wonder if being associated with successful people has any bearing on one's own possibilities for similar success. Like how I think it would be impossible for me to become a pop star with my own name, because there's a particularly skanky one with the same last name as me already. Not that I sing, but ....I'm babbling.

I'm really pissed off. Someone in the endocrinologist's office called me yesterday with my Vitamin D test results. Of course, she didn't leave the results on my cell phone, and I can't get reception on it in the office. And she didn't call my office phone. So I called her back 5 minutes after she called. They said she'd gone to lunch, and would have her call me back. At 4 pm, I still didn't have a call, so I called again. Here's how that went:

Bitchy receptionist: She's gone for the day.
Me: Is there anyone else who could give me those results.
BR: She's gone for the day.
Me: I'm sorry, is there anyone else who could give me the results.
BR: Please hold.

So then I ended up on hold with a ringing phone for another five minutes before I hung up.

I called back this morning. I got put on hold three times. The phone would go dead for about 3 minutes, then would ring me back to the main receptionist. The third time when she asked me to hold, I said "I've been on hold for 10 minutes." I told her who I needed to speak with and indicated I needed the results before my doctor's appt today and that I'd been calling since yesterday. She took down my info and said she'd pass a message "back to the back." Great. That gives me utter confidence that I'll hear back in about a year.

What. the. hell. This is the same doctor who pissed me off by starting to talk about egg donation after she diagnosed me and argued with me when I said I didn't particularly want kids. And the same office that failed to get my records to the doctor they referred me to despite having three weeks to do so. I have not been impressed. I realize they are busy, but I don't particularly like being given the run around like this with information about my body!!!

This was the ad on the top of my gmail this morning:

The Original Fecalgram - fecalgram.com - Anonymously send them a box of poop and see their reaction online.


Huh?? I can't even figure out what it was picking up from my mail that made it post that. I had four messages in my inbox, 3 about knitting, and one a comment to my fish heads lj post from last night.

I swear to you, I've clicked "Get Mail" about 40 times in the past hour. I am supposed to find out this weekend whether or not I am getting a pattern published in a forthcoming book by Amy Singer. I have no patience. But you knew that.

In other news, I am a cooking machine right now. I am making my ICFD dishes today since there will be three more people trying to cook in our kitchen tomorrow. So far, I have the carrot raita done, and am just waiting for the carrots to cool so they can be added to the yogurt. Then I'm making Moghlai chickpeas and an eggplant stew.

I am hoping to be able to do some wooing via stomach tomorrow. Don't want to say more for fear I jinx it.

I am also ignoring the trainwreck of a sweater that is in the next room. The SNB girls helped out immensely today with engineering and moral support, but this pattern is not good. I'm learning tons about making it work though. Still, I really just want to wear this sweater, and fear that global warming means we will never ever again have a day that requires a bulky weight wool comfy sweater. Not good.

I can't remember much about this, so it'll be sketchy. I'm hoping this resonates with someone. There's a song that's been on the radio recently (cd101). It's a female singer, and the lyrics include the phrase "wind me up." I would describe the mood and voice as "haunting."

Anyone have a clue? Searching for "Wind me up" and lyrics is getting me nowhere fast.

Stolen from chaptal

Go to Google and type in quotes: "[Yourname] was killed by" (or course, you'd use your own name).

Amy was killed by a blow to the head after being run over by a vehicle.
Amy was killed by rioters protesting apartheid
Amy was killed by a sadistic psycho/serial killer/whatever.
Amy was killed by a friend who was "playing" with a gun.
Amy was killed by savage monsters.
Amy was killed by the very people whose cause she championed.
Amy was killed by a group of young guys who would probably be dead under the circumstances you guys are describing.
Amy was killed by her total inability to answer standard interview questions.
Amy was killed by her Stallion (Irish sporthorse), going into his stall at their Home In Kamloops.
Amy was killed by the Apaches.
Amy was killed by a falling tree in 1997.


And this gem, when I tried "[Name] died when"

Amy died when were 23 and my ex-boyfriend talked me into going to a psychic in Chicago he felt was "real".

So, after I called the BMB Monday, he never called me back. I saw him Tuesday when I was grabbing to-go coffee, and he apologized for not calling back, saying he'd worked late at a private party of some friends' of his (which, I later recalled, I had found out that he was doing when I met them last week) and was going to be doing that again last night.

I still can't determine if he's trying to blow me off, or if he's trying not to. So, for the most part, I have resolved to give up the pursuit at this point.

Here's the thing though. A couple of people have said, "Maybe it's too much to hang out just by yourselves and you should invite him out with friends." I'm not so sure about that. But, a few of us are probably going out later tonight.

So here's a poll:
[Poll #650858]


Note: If I go for any of the options involving inviting him, this will be the last time I'm making a move if there's not a positive response. Period and end of story.

I have a fantastic new haircut (bangs to cover the forehead of doom!) and got my brows waxed too. That was a first. I was a tweezing maching in junior high and high school, so I didn't really have to do anything to them to keep them normal looking for a long time. Then my facialist tweezed them out for me a few months ago and now I'm all about "oh my god! stray hairs!" So I got that done. It didn't hurt at all. Yay.

And so I came home and put on my makeup and a fancy lookin' yet casual outfit (jeans, tall boots, white bias cut shirt, new scoopneck lace trimmed cardigan) so I'm ready to drive home and meet J. for lunch.

Woo! Fun will be had!

I'm glad I take pleasure in such odd things.

Does anyone speak Estonian, or know of a free web-based Estonian to English translation? I'm having a hard time finding one, and want to read a blog entry that has photos of the VW cozy I helped work on.

( Here's the text )

And the link it came from.