What I am up to. . .

. . .is not a whole lot.

I'm at home being a total bum. As I think I mentioned, I scored all 5 seasons of Six Feet Under for $16.99 each at Costco, so on the days when I'm off and Mr. Puerco is working, I'm going back through them from the beginning. I'm in the middle of Season 1 which, at one point, I had VHS tapes of that Elliott made for me, so I've seen all these episodes about a hundred times, but I still enjoy them. I'm looking forward to getting on to Season 3 though, because I think that's where it really gets good. 

Also at Costco, we picked up Seasons 1 and 2 of Carnivale for the deal-of-a-lifetime price of $16.99 each, which, if you'll recall, I was vehemently against watching when you were into it. I don't really know why that was. Anyway, we've been watching it, and we're so engrossed that we have to limit ourselves to 2 episodes per viewing session so that we don't blow through it too quickly. As it is, we already midway through the second season and I have a terrible feeling that it's going to end and there are going to be all these unanswered questions and things I want to know about that I will never ever  know. That show was cancelled at the last minute because, apparently, it cost something like $2 million an episode to make, so HBO told the producers that they'd keep making it if they could cut down the budget. The producers said no, so there was no more Carnivale so what we're going to be left with is a bunch of loose ends. It hasn't even happened yet and I'm already all worked up about it. The point is, I finally understand your fascination with it. What an awesome show!

I haven't been using public transportation to read the way I used to in New York. Reading on the bus makes me carsick, so I mostly listen to old episodes of This American Life, which I just started listening to in the past year. They've been on the radio for 12 years though, so I've been working my way up through their archives. I haven't read any Henry Miller, so you're a better man than I for trying twice. I'm still stuck trying to finish all the Don Delillo books. 

This is the first month that I've had a regular schedule all 4 weeks, so I've actually had money and have bought stuff. One of the things I bought was this Crayola telescoping marker tower. It's 3 rings of 50 different colored markers, the fat kind with the fine tips, and they're a little shorter than the traditional marker. They're called "Pip-Squeaks." It called to me from the shelf and I couldn't resist them. Now I wish I had some art project to do with them. 

I'm glad you finally got a bed. Just don't try to take it apart by destroying the legs with a drill like we did the last time. 

*Puerco*

I Forgot...

Read the post below first...

So, back to Henry Miller and bus reading. So, on the first day of reading this book I was riding the bus home from work, it was the afternoon, maybe 4:00 ish, the beginnings of rush hour. I was sitting near the back, over the rear tire humps two seats on each side face backwards, similar to my favorite subway car layouts. I was sitting in a rear-facing seat by the window. Half way home a rather large-scruffed-I-don't-want-to-say-homeless-but-for-sake-of-the-story-homeless man sits across from me. I don't look up because I definitely don't want to make eye contact, I just try to keep reading. This book is very profane, and I don't have anything against cursing really, especially in writing, in fact, I admire when someone and throw a couple of fucks and shits around seamlessly. But, "Tropic of Cancer" is seriously obscene, and with cunt especially. So, I'm reading all the curses and trying to understand their purpose in the story when the man across from me pulls out a loaf of bread, mayonnaise, and bologna from his plastic bag. He then proceeds to begin making himself some bologna sandwiches, using his finger as a mayonnaise spreading utensil. I was appalled but amused, and I certainly did not look up then. He prepared and ate two sandwiches.
We got off at the same stop.

*pidge*

I Suck/ Partially Accomplished.

Almost everyday I have ideas for blog posts, I might even start writing them in my head, but then, come the end of the day, I don't sit down and actually type my stories. I'm very sorry, blog buddy.

But, I have been able to successfully acquire several things from my wish list from a while back. The boy and I ordered, received and built our new Ikea loft bed. It makes me feel weird to sleep on that frame again, but at the same time it's pretty comfortable and very convenient, due to the "closet" it created for us.
I also bought a bike! I went for a relatively cheap but still reliable one. I love it, except for the handlebars, which I was assured could be changed easily. I think I may become a bike person. Especially when I don't live some place with so many hills. But it still definitely beats the bus.
The one thing about the bus I will miss though is the reading time. I took "The Girls' Guide to Hunting and Fishing", by Melissa Banks, from the lost and found at work and finished it in a mere three days of commuting on the bus. Now I'm reading "All the Names", by Jose Saramago, and I think it's going to take a month, due to the lack of turn-off-the-tv/computer-and-read time.
sidenote~ I also tried reading "Tropic of Cancer", by Henry Miller, and I just couldn't get through it. I barely made it past the first chapter. Have you read it or tried to? Should I try to go back to it?
Lastly, I did not purchase a Louis Vuitton bag, but I did purchase an agenda/planner. I thought this was a wise buy, since I couldn't live without one, and I can still feel classy but be able to hide it in another bag. But let me tell you about the customer service at the LV store... It was amazing. I was nervous to go in at first due to our style, but they loved it! I was getting complements not only on my tattoos, but also the forever 21 dress I was wearing that day. It made me want to go back and buy a bag. I'm saving now.

*pidge*