married people

I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star

A couple weeks ago, Ty and I got married.

(Cheers! Hand-clapping!)

I know I’m biased, but I thought that it was a pretty kick-ass affair. I was amazed by how lovely a day it was, amazed by how many people ran with our insane costumed theme, amazed by the outpouring of warm and fuzziness, amazed by how much fun the whole thing was.

I was also amazed by the mustaches and the number of hook arms.

Thanks to all of you who came out and celebrated with us. (Bonus points if you celebrated whilst wearing a ridiculous hat.) And thanks to all the folks who sent along their snapshots from the day. Our official photos are on the way courtesy of our wonderful friend Aimee, but in the meantime, I’ve set up a stream of my favorite shots from the day for you guys to check out if’n you’re into that sorta thing.

Photos! Woohoo!

Marmosetherapy

I’ve started dedicating one of my browser tabs to marmoset images so that when I’m feeling cranky, overwhelmed, or generally bedraggled I can click on it and feel a little bit better.

This one’s my favorite. Just look at that crazy ass little primate face.

"no me digas!"

are you in your right mind?

Check out the dancer-person and see what direction she is spinning in.

Find out what it means here …

And get your grain of salt here.

What’s on my mind

Last night, I dreamed that the professor of the “Queer Theory in Shakespeare” class I am trying to get into this semester was a contestant on last season’s Top Chef. (She only made it to round 4.)

Interpretations welcome.

the un-christmas christmas mix

I don’t think there’s gonna be an un-Christmas Christmas mix this year. For the two of you who will genuinely be saddened by this news, I am sorry.

I might change my mind. Maybe. But if I do, it’s not going to be 2008 stuff. It’s gonna be all sorts of crazy shit! College radio days, high school, et al! Bring on the pain!

the ol’ hitcheroo

So, for those of you who haven’t already heard the news on Ty’s blog, he joined the world of question-poppers in the wee-est of Halloween hours, dressed in his glow-in-the-dark skeleton gear and armed with a bag full of the tastiest chocolate candies in the world. (It being Halloween and all.)

I said yes.

Like, duh.

(Details to follow…!)

(Personal) Indecision 2008

Five short little years ago, I was able to make decisions. Wanna run a marathon? Sure! Wanna switch careers? Sure! Wanna take up a new hobby? Sure! Wanna move to a small dumb island, or a big dumb city? Sure! If I blindfoldedly threw a dart on a map, I probably would have packed my shit up and moved wherever it landed.

But these days, even the littler decisions are sorta wrought with implications, invented or otherwise. I can’t decide if I should run another marathon. I can’t decide if I should sign up for sewing classes, or learn a foreign language. And so I definitely can’t decide what I want to be when I grow up.

Never mind that, by anyone’s calculations except mine, I am grown up.

What the heck?

being smart is tough!

It just took me … five?  seven? hours to write a draft of four page literature paper.

A draft, people. I am sorely out of practice.

fatty

I got a physical last week for the first time in five years or so, and, according to the handy little BMI chart they had up on the wall, I have eeked into the “overweight” column.

This doesn’t worry me because I have high blood pressure (I don’t), or high cholesterol (I don’t), or a sedentary lifestyle (I don’t). It worries me because, even though I know better, this bothered me a little. This glorified height-weight chart that doesn’t take muscle mass or body type into consideration actually bothered me. And this worries me because I can’t imagine the types of ridiculous shit it puts in the heads of girls who don’t know that the lines it draws aren’t as cut and dry as they might seem, or whose doctors see the categories they mark as absolute.