February 2nd, 2007
Neil Gaiman’s asked that everyone who’s able link to this blog entry about Penn Jillette (with just that link text), and since I heart Mr. Gaiman very much I’m doing just that (even though I haven’t had time to listen to the radio show in mention).
October 31st, 2006
I’m drowsing through my morning tea (Hobee’s today; I try to save it for special occasions like Halloween or when I’m feeling crabby or days I eat oatmeal), doing a little work, reading a few websites, and there’s this sort of knocking at our office door. I look over and through the windows running the height of the door I see this guy. This blue guy.
His head’s all blue, his face, his hands, and he’s wearing all black with these black thick-rimmed glasses. When I look over his eyes are wide and he makes some robotic gestures and I laugh, trying to figure out who the hell it is — if it’s just some random passing goofy guy from another office or one of M’s friends — and then he opens the door and I figure it must be the crazy friend of M’s who’d called just a bit ago, only the guy says “Greetings, Earthling!” and I realize it’s my dad.
He came in so I could help him duct-tape his shirt to his blue gloves — and to show me his costume, I’m sure. And it just occured to me that he might’ve stopped at my sister’s work too, and I so hope he did because I think he’d completely trip the kids out. I asked him if my mom knew he’d done it, and he said she’d helped him.
Some days I am so, so tickled by my family.
September 5th, 2006
Everyone seems to know by now that Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter, died yesterday.
I’ve had this entry open all day, trying to think what to say about it. It’s not like I knew him, but he was one of my favorite people in the world. It’s just…surreal. The thought that there will never be a new episode. That I’ll never get my secret shameful fangirl wish of seeing him at Australia Zoo. The thought of his family is devastating. Their loss.
I don’t — I miss him. I’m against this. He can’t be dead. He’s Steve.
June 8th, 2006
Why, you may have been asking yourself lately, why does Rachel not update more often? Why has she been so quiet?
Well, I haven’t been particularly interesting lately. Shocking but true. I don’t have a lot going on just now. I ride my bike a lot; the lake smells like lake now that it’s warmed up, deep and green and a bit fishy. I am thwarted by road construction at every turn; one such closure means the other side of town, the place with the bank and the post office, usually just a few blocks away, now requires a 2.5 mile detour. A sweet old man in the grocery store asked me how I like to prepare rutabaga.
And then there is the work I’ve been doing for the other site, the one that’s not quite there yet (but inching closer). And that work is important because once I’ve done that I’ll be ready to redo this site, to finish dragging everything (kicking and screaming, all the entries renaming themselves and shucking passwords and getting stupid in the process) over to WordPress. Oh what a trial it’s been.