Summit Oatmeal Stout. Fuck yeah.
Grumpy’s. Fuck yeah.
Billa billa, well, not so much. I mean, yeah, but only one gave me that shy smile that meant that if they wouldn’t have hooked up with friends and left that I should have talked to her or something. The dude with the pimpin’ Summit jacket (have you seen mine?).
Cake Woman needed some sort of sedative to prevent her from killing everyone in a shopping frenzy, so I woke up on her couch at like 8am to her shrieking “it’s time to go fucking shopping!”
Don’t say I told you so, because you know what, I told you! I can totally see the future!
Do I go to Woodbury to have Thanksgiving with Lisa and Stan and Stan’s family, or do I succumb to the foul hark of Mordor? Lo! I cross the river into Wysconsinne and there I shall smite the dark lord who cannot be named!
I think that I will sleep late and watch “the Seven Samurai.”
Bring me home some turkey!
My mom is flying to Zihuatanejo, Mexico for her first vacation with her fourth husband of ten years (or so) today. I told her that if she wanted to bring me back some tequila, she should look for 100% de agave. She said that she didn’t want to encourage my habits, and then said something about bad husbands who had drinking problems. For those of you who are keeping score, she’s talking about my dad, who has been clean and sober (but not quite all together) since 1984. So. Yeah. Compared to my dad. Next everyone will be commenting on my nightly naps. Hello, I’m my dad’s dad, too!
So I’m tired after I bike home. I beat the number four bus from Broadway to 31st! I’m guessing that the bus stopped at Broadway for a few minutes or something, but it makes me wonder why the driver tried to run me off the road instead of letting me keep my lane since the bus was stopping for the light, anyway. When the light changed I left it well behind. The night before I passed a cyclist while riding under the bridge at Como Avenue and didn’t see him again until I stopped at Broadway. Then his shadow was behind me. Did he catch up before I stopped? My legs were saturated with lactic acid. The adreniline from some jerk in a car honking at me was wearing off. Should I have paused to say “hey?”
Once I hit 19th all bets are off. The block before Marino’s has me standing up and sprinting, then sitting for the block past the Vietnamese place, then back on my feet to push hard to Lowry. My head gets light as I crest the hill and suddenly my breath is ragged and animalistic. I gasp and can barely turn over the pedals. My hand unconsciously pushes the shift lever to bump me into a taller gear and my legs fall into slow circles. When I gain sight of the firehouse I push harder again, and everything kind of blurs and burns until I coast into the driveway. I peel off my helmet, hat, gloves, and hoodie. Everything is dizzy and my throat burns.
After my nap tonight I helped Lisa and Stan replace their brand new broken headboard and assemble their giant bed. Then I watched Nova and Frontline while waiting for my freelance client to get back to me so I can launch the site. Eventually, I got a beer. It tasted clear and wonderful. I drank very heavily on a few occasions this summer with the rationalization that it was the last summer before I turned thirty and I had somehow scheduled a light load for myself. I had no responsibilities, just a class and a part-time job. Do I need to worry about it now? Do I need to worry about it more? Am I just responding to peer pressure and college stress? Can I come home at the end of the day and say “I need a beer” without thinking about that sentence for hours?
Radio K played some Poop Poop for Poopie, so Zach stopped it. I played some mp3s, then Zach played some mp3s, then we were fighting over music. Somehow while fighting I knocked over a glass of beer onto Zach’s keyboard, which miraculously switched his iTunes to Radio K. We heard Thomas and it was like waking up from a terrible dream. We both sat down and went back to being productive.
Melody asked me what I actually do at work. Well, uh, I put a link at the bottom of the calendar page to the full month view. We had free ice cream. I had the chocolate. Then I didn’t feel very well because that’s a lot of dairy. At some point we listened to several variations of the Super Mario Brothers theme song. Oh yeah, I fixed a bug in our authentication app and made our cost reports listing make more sense, and now I’m thinking about how to best present those items by client. How can I have Zach name the files (easily) so that the page can programmatically determine what they are? Should I make it smart enough to figure out based on how he names them now, or should I force a particular naming convention, perhaps based on the cups number or whatever that id is (which isn’t distinct, so then you also need to include a name or abbreviated name).
Anyway, so far there hasn’t been the sort of magical musical moment like yesterday when Sarah Sandusky played something off of P J Harvey’s Dry album, but I know that the King won’t let me down. Also, they can’t play Poop Poop for Poopie again today. Hooray!
It’s the newest thing:
Flash + Asynchronous Php + Javascript + And + Xml
Genius. I’m so glad that Zach is part of Team Kickass now — the three of us together are more powerful than you could possibly imagine.
Cake Woman is getting a congratulatory card for getting an excellent review at her job. This is on the back:
I woke up this morning with a surety of knowledge that I had to do three things:
So, the first thing that I did after waking up was ask Stan if he wanted to go to General Nanosystems. Then, while checking my email and writing a quick blog post, I got a phone call from Cake Woman.
“Bring me Pizza Luce!” she ordered.
“The whole store?” I queried.
“PIZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAA” she wailed in a banshee shriek that shook the ground from here to Anoka.
Okay, so I was chatting with Zach while simultaneously looking at Craigslist for more lady-type people. I shared an ad with him and he was all “how big is size 14, anyway.” I realised that I didn’t really know, since my brain tended to shut down in the women’s clothing section when I used to shop there. All I know is that women’s sizes bear no relation to reality or logical ordering of the universe. That said, I proceeded to do some research so men everywhere could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Here are some celebs that I found when I should have been doing the bomblab for CSci 2021. If I found their size online, I included it. If not, I’m matching them up against the chart that I have.
When they are this tiny you’re just risking breaking her pelvis. I’m kidding! God! Look, there’s only two ways that I can go with this, either completely offensive and hilarious, or eggshell strained and painful for everyone.
Kate Moss
Height: 5′7″
Bust-waist-hips: 33-23-35
Yes, women’s sizes are all even. 4 is bigger than 2 and smaller than 6. Someone somewhere said a size 0 for Paris Hilton, but, uh, I dunno. She still needs a month or two of treatment for being crazy. Also, a sammich. Not a huge sammich at first, but as her body grows used to actually digesting food, she would get more and more hot sammich action.
Paris Hilton
Height: 5′8″
Bust-waist-hips: 34-25-35
Dress size: 4
Monica Belucci is… well… I had expected her and Famke to be in different places. One of them looks like butter, and the other looks sharp enough to slice bread.
Monica Bellucci
Height: 5′9-1/2″
Bust-waist-hips: 35-24-35
Dress size: 6-8
Melody says “a size 6 is going to be a thin, trim body with little to no body fat.”
I will let you do your own googling and such.
Famke Janssen
Height: 5′11″
Bust-waist-hips: 36-24-36
Dress size: 8-10
Drew Barrymore (Melody said that she was this size in the Wedding Singer, at least on the bottom)
Height: 5′ 4″
Bust-waist-hips: 34C-24-34
Melody says: “a size 10 is generally a bit more plush, with larger hips.”
Drew Barrymore (Melody said that she was this size in the Wedding Singer, at least on the top)
That’s right, I said Drew Barrymore on the top.
When you reach this size you can start shopping at Lane Bryant. I would probably buy this size for me, but my chesticles, hips, and buttocks are not very big so I wouldn’t make the dresses all pretty without some padding.
Melody says that Kate Winslet is this size.
Mmmmm Kate Winslet… Rumor has it that Renee Zellweger was this size for Bridget Jones when (in my opinion) she looked her best. Melody also said: “heh. I feel people up and label their bodies for a living,” and “14 and you’re starting to get the larger thighs and belly pudge, but no where near a roll.” So. There you go. I am for all of those things, especially the feeling people up part. AMAZING.
I don’t have an example for this size, and honestly, if you were trying to imagine any of these celebrities you probably would have a hard time placing them next to an arbitrary female type person. I’d just like to say that the clothing selection in this size is pretty depressing. Yes, I have looked through the racks.
You get a lot of woman for your money when you get up to this range, but if they dress well all you will notice is the PLADOW factor. I mean, you don’t get into a size 18 unless you are packing some booty and probably comfy soft pillows. This is a lady you can get comfortable with. Ahem.
I’ve dated bigger.
Okay, so maybe you’re like me and just want to see sizes in chart form so you could apply some scientific reasoning to it, well, uh, good luck. Here’s what you can get from Bloomingdales. It’s different from the Target chart. And probably the Vogue patterns charts.
| MODERN SIZE CHART (USA) | ||||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| XS | S | M | L | |||||
| SIZE | P | 4 | 6 | 8 | 10 | 12 | 14 | |
| BUST | 32 | 33 | 34 | 34 | 36 | 37 ½ | 39 | |
| WAIST | 23 ½ | 24 ½ | 25 ½ | 26 ½ | 27 ½ | 29 | 30 ½ | |
| HIPS | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 ½ | 41 | |
| CLASSIC SIZE CHART (USA) | ||||||||
| P | S | M | L | XL | ||||
| SIZE | 2 | 4 | 6 | 8 | 10 | 12 | 14 | 16 |
| BUST | 32 ½ | 33 ½ | 34 ½ | 35 ½ | 36 ½ | 38 | 39 ½ | 41 |
| WAIST | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 ½ | 31 | 32 ½ |
| HIPS | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 ½ | 42 | 43 ½ |
| PETITE’S SIZE CHART FOR 5′4′ AND UNDER (USA) | ||||||||
| P/XS | P/S | P/M | P/L | |||||
| SIZE | 2P | 4P | 6P | 8P | 10P | 12P | 14P | |
| BUST | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 ½ | 39 | |
| WAIST | 23 ½ | 24 ½ | 25 ½ | 26 ½ | 27 ½ | 29 | 30 ½ | |
| HIPS | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 ½ | 41 | |
| WOMEN’S SIZE CHART SIZES 14 TO 24 (USA) | ||||||||
| 1X | 2X | 3X | ||||||
| SIZE | 14 | 16 | 18 | 20 | 22 | 24 | ||
| BUST | 40 | 42 | 44 | 46 | 48 | 50 | ||
| WAIST | 31 | 33 | 35 | 37 | 39 ½ | 42 | ||
| HIPS | 42 | 44 | 46 | 48 | 50 ½ | 53 | ||
The Whole in Coffman was hosting the Radio K all request hour. Since I work in Coffman, I stopped down to say hello and apologize for not moving faster on Radio K Bingo (which, honestly, come on people, you all lost interest after the first time). I couldn’t think of anything that I wanted to hear that would be worth looking someone in the face and saying “please play this song.” I’m consistently embarrassed about my musical tastes. I look at what I have been listening to and always ask myself “shouldn’t I be listening to something cooler?” I compare the few gigs of mp3s that I have brought to work with those of uber-hipster Trent and realize that even if I had all of the name bands that he has I still would listen to Laura Veirs all day.
When I got up to Zach’s office (which I also inhabit, like a remora on a merciless shark) I realized that I had not punched in yet. Zach still had to go downstairs to visit the K folks, so I couldn’t prevent myself from returning to the source. I was introduced around a bit and even got to meet Shelly Miller, who was a DJ in a video game of ill repute, as well as one of the friendly voices of REV 105 back when I would listen all day and all night. I didn’t hear a lot of fanfare about it, but when she came to Radio K I felt like the Titans were walking the earth again. I am still weirded out by the way that Radio K seems to have completely turned over its staff since I was last a super fan. When I was a cashier and stockboy at the Speedy Market on Como I would see staffers come in to buy milk. When I did movie reviews I hung out in the news room a bit and visited the DJ Booth and edit room. The long time receptionist at least knew me by face as I scurried about my few duties, always embarrassed because I never felt like I belonged. Movie reviews were a terrible scam, like continually winning the K for free tickets and then picking them up at the station over and over again. I expected someone to pause and look at my backstage pass carefully before announcing “this is from the Cleveland show, man, not fucking cool.”
Zach and I strolled in and I hid behind him as he said his hellos. Eventually I was introduced and I took shameful credit for the bingo. Fortunately, with someone that I knew there I was able to figure out a role to play, so I grabbed the request book (like karaoke that you don’t have to hear other people sing!) and sat down. I really wanted to hear “Valerie” by the Crooked Fingers, because the band is playing the Whole tonight and that was one of the songs Cake Woman used to play over and over again. However, I thought that was too obvious and I didn’t want to be part of any break that included “that was the Crooked Fingers, who incidentally are playing here in the Whole tomorrow,” because that would be way cheesy. I also didn’t want to have them say “oh, we just played that!” It seems that all of my requests are cock blocked by the rules these days — not like when Pam was on the radio and I could call in at 8am to hear any request within two songs.
I finally settled on “Bad Days Indeed” by Firewater, perhaps in honor of the pillar three feet away where I stood while watching Cop Shoot Cop eleven years earlier. I screamed along to every song because I miraculously knew all the lyrics. However, I knew quite clearly that Cop Shoot Cop had been played by King Kwong just a couple of days before, so I didn’t even look for it in the book, falling back on Tod A instead.
Zach took off but I waited for both of our requests. When mine came on I suddenly wished that I were in my car or a NAPA truck, singing along at top volume and jumping up and down in my seat. I wished that I could rewind to those days when seven dollars an hour and unlimited access to Radio K were all that I required to do eight hours of menial tasks. Lifting, carrying, loading, unloading. Mostly I just wanted to get away from all the people unconsciously measuring me and dismissing me. A footnote. A footnote elminated from the most recent editions. Firewater isn’t the same at listenable volumes. In the Entry they miked the brass and it degaussed my brain. I could sing along and dance and cry and be unseen (at least until Melissa wigged out and had to leave two songs from the end). In the Whole there were people studying and hanging out. I couldn’t let myself slip into bleak moods or smile ecstaticly over my favorite music.
After Zach’s request I slipped out of the Whole and back into my usual work character. That guy is a little crazy but hilarious! Everything that he does has an exclamation point at the end! I play that character a lot, since he is widely accepted to be entertaining. Which character do you get to see? Which one would you like to see? Let me know, I’ve got a storeroom full of them in various sizes and levels of hilarity.
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