I saw it.
I mean, first I saw the box. The human came home with several boxes. They all displayed some kind of shape, mostly round, but there seemed to be different colors. I guess they have distinct importance, but I can’t tell.
This human, well, I should say my human, she really cares about these boxes. But I think they stress her out. She keeps opening and closing them. I’m hanging out on the couch or whatever, being like, “hello, I could totally play with a string right now, you know, if someone was motivated to move it,” but of course my concerns aren’t heard.
I went down the hall to the front door. Just decided to yell for a bit. Of course my human then yells back, but what’s the point, you know? She’s just thinking she can out-yell me or something. I want more than yelling. I want to play! But at some point I cave and come back around to the living room.
That’s when I see it.
The mostly colorless round circle on the coffee table. (Sure, I know what a coffee table is. Fuck you guys!) Anyway. This round circle is the giving me the eye. Like, it really is not cool.
So I go for it. I scout around it, and then I dive in, one paw at a time. I tag it, to get it moving. Then I try to drag it closer. Once I get a solid hold I tip it off the table. SUCCESS!
I win! I win! I win!
Wait… what the fuck is this? It’s like cardboard. Or… sawdust?
But I still win.
And I will wait for my next moment.
My major sewing project so far this year, outside the occasional hemming or fixing of current clothing items, is the onesie. Fashion magazines and clothing stores are probably more apt to call them “jumpsuits” or “rompers” but lets be real. They’re onesies. Adult onesies! I like the concept for loungewear rather than for going out, which may be why I prefer the name onesie. I do have a fancier shorts-onesies that I love (similar) – but when I wore to my office’s holiday party last year it just seemed more trouble than it was worth when it came to trying to use a bathroom. It definitely reminded me of leotards and dance class a kid. But I digress.
My onesie project goal was to create a comfy, 100% cotton, outfit to wear around the house and to bed. It turns out that it’s hard to find cute and soft 100% cotton fabric at Joann Fabric. In the end I was very happy with the soft blue tie-dye fabric I settled on, however silly it felt to be buying tie-dye fabric. (And check out the stores if you’re out shopping, because tie-dye is apparently back in style! Go me!) I cut a few corners as I always do when making things for myself, and I didn’t include a tie for the waist since comfort was the goal. The onesie/jumpsuit turned out great, but in allowing for extra comfort I definitely felt it was a tad too big. That inspired round 2.
I decided for my next attempt at the romper that I would make a shorts version of the same onesie, and I do some fabric mixing. I even tried to follow the instructions more closely and used interfacing on this one, but I don’t know that it improved the final product. It may have simply added frustration. But oh well. Additionally, the red fabric I chose also was thicker than I realized, so it’s not as light and flowy as my first jumpsuit. And since I wasn’t thinking about the waistline, the patterned red/grey divide definitely has an unintentional clown vibe (but Jeremy says that might just be me). The blue tie-dye onesie is my clear favorite, but I really enjoyed experimenting.
Jeremy and I have a guest bedroom in our apartment. It’s a great asset when we having friends coming through that want to stay over. But it also holds great value as a creative outlet room.
For Christmas I scored an awesome easel on sale and decided to create an art studio spot for Jeremy. You can’t read the sign on the side, but it says “The Art Doctor Is In” in the Peanuts font. Jeremy is so creative and I love what he paints and how his brain works… so obviously I wanted him to have a space to hang out and craft.
And you could say great minds think alike, because Jeremy got me a new sewing machine for Christmas. My old Walmart machine shockingly died early in the fall. And look at the diesel machine! I previously had a Brother machine when I sewed a lot in high school and they make great sewing machines. With my sewing machine corner and Jeremy’s art studio corner, we had the perfect set up for a crafty room!
My first goal was to ‘liven up’ a skirt my mom sent me for my birthday. It was a cute pattern but the length did not do someone my height any favors. Jeremy’s initial response was pure laughter and telling me I looked rather homely. It was a bit frumptastic.
I took probably 6 inches off the skirt and voila! Much more versatile outcome. In hindsight, however, I wish I hadn’t shortened it as much because the ‘poof’ of the skirt probably would have rested better had I kept it closer to right above the knee. I’m not sure if that explains it, but I will likely only wear this skirt with tights and not bare legs. But hey, live and learn. And keep sewing.
I can’t wait to tackle more design projects and I plan to focus more time on hemming, fixing, or adapting current clothing items in my closet.
If you’re familiar with The Oatmeal, you may know the Blerch. It almost seemed that in quick succession it became known that Matt Inman was a serious athlete, not a lazy slob like his comic characters indicated, that he ran ultra marathons, and that he wrote a comic-turn-book about his motivations for said running.
Fast forward to a race series all about “beating the Blerch.” 2014 was the first race event launched in Seattle, but this year the event expanded to multiple locations, including the east coast. Jeremy and I signed up quickly, along with several of my coworkers and friends. While I though a half marathon would be a nice goal, I chose the 10k instead since I wasn’t sure I’d have time to train with my busy summer of weddings.
A few weeks before race day, the course was released and many people started rumblings about it being a serious trail race. If I’d been paying attention to sign up page, it does mention running on trails, but I didn’t think too hard about it. It became a bit of controversy, the reality of a legit trail race competing with the idea of a fun Blerch race with cake.
Two days before the race I was working on cleaning my apartment in Troy and driving a grumpy cat down to Princeton, so my attentions were elsewhere. Our friends drove down Friday night before the race, and kindly ignored all the boxes and very unfinished feel of our apartment. Once we got to the race early Saturday morning, we were ready to get our Blerch on. We spotted Matt Inman milling about (and Jeremy ended up running with him briefly during the half), got our swag, and took advantage of early bathroom stops. Once everyone left for the half I was lucky to run into my friend Tamra, and I had some lovely people to hang out with while waiting for the 10k to start.
The race itself: yep, that was a trail race. I definitely wish I had trail running shoes, because I have wobbly ankles on flat surfaces, and the more tired I got brought more slips. I managed to get almost to mile 6 before falling in great spectacular fashion. Luckily I didn’t hit my head but I scraped up my right leg and arm, left knee, and hands. Runners right behind me were so sweet, checking if I was okay and getting my handheld water bottle back to me. I think everyone knew it was a rough course and people were very helpful. Some people were trying to race seriously – and the people wearing headphones that couldn’t hear someone trying to pass definitely created a hazard. Trails are not the place to tune out! Of course I was probably too aware and maybe wobbled too much trying to stay out of the way of people I could hear coming up behind me. First trail race lessons!
I was embarrassed that I fell and I was so close to the finish that I resisted the urge to cry/give up and pushed through to the finish line. I was only able to mildly high-five one of the Blerches at the finish as I was trying not to get blood on anyone. I did love getting heckled by a Blerch at the water stop at mile 3. Really the best volunteers at this event! I finished, got my medal, and waited for Jeremy to finish. Then we found the rest of our crew, took a picture on the official couch, and booked it right to some delicious food downtown.
Beat the Blerch was quite the adventure. My time wasn’t too bad but the course was definitely short. I’ll take it, though! And now I’ve done a trail race. I don’t know if I’ll do one again any time soon, and I’m hoping the swelling in my knee goes down and my scraped up arm heals soon. But I did it! Suck it, Blerch.
Jeremy and I finally went to Montreal for the first time. We’ve been talking about going forever, and we finally made the proper last minute plans, along with a properly hastily-arranged AirBnB for the night.
Montreal lends itself to walking, and we spent our first day just wandering through the neighborhoods while we made our way to the Old Montreal downtown. We posted up at a great bar called BreWskey and had prime seats to people watch as a wedding reception passed by.
The next day brought the run-venture. What is a run-venture, you ask? A run-venture is a run with the sole purpose of exploring and traversing a large area of the city or town you’re in. Jeremy and I suit up in running clothes as usual, tuck away our IDs and some cash, strap on our watches (distance tracking isn’t mandatory, but fun), and head out on the town. There are no speed or distance goals, just a chance to explore the area.
We went up a huge hill and discovered a seemingly abandoned hospital area, then headed down into other parts of town. We popped into stores to browse, get coffee, eat some breakfast, and then head on to the next spot. We didn’t bring phones so we not only didn’t take pictures, but we had to trust our brains for navigation. We made it back alive so I think we did a pretty decent job.
Montreal was a great city, and I’m so glad we got to check it out! Being only 3 hours from Albany, it’s really silly we don’t go there more. Plus I should really take the opportunity to practice my non-existent high school French whenever I can.
I am a big fan of sewing projects. Fabric and patterns all over the place.
When I get rolling on an idea and have time to feed the momentum, things tend to go well. I was able to pin up all the parts of my bathrobe in one night, and cut out all the necessary pieces.
A few day passed but I will still able to make progress sewing the major pieces together. Side seams, back seams, sleeves, etc.
But now I have to add the collar. Lapel? Whatever it is, I haven’t gotten to it yet. I’ll need to have some extra care for the corner I’m cutting by not using interfacing. (And I, uh, don’t own an iron so that takes extra flattening work.)
Based on the pictures you see here, I also may take in the sizing once I’m all done. I know bathrobes are supposed to be bigger than usual, but I think this robe could stand to be more fitted to me.
I’ll check back in soon…
I’ve written about my pretty solid coffee habit before, and last summer I explored using a cold brew maker last summer. (Will it ever be warm enough again to bring it out again? Probably not.)
My dad has been getting into roasting his own coffee beans since retiring, and he’s long been someone who used a coffee grinder. He even went so far as to order me coffee specially ground for my french press. It really did taste much better. I know ultimately grinding your own beans tastes the best. But I’m just lazy/late/tired, etc. in the morning.
So what do I decide to do? I buy a hand grinder of course.
I read about “the best” burr coffee grinders on Lifehacker recently. This hand grinder was both cheap ($30) and reportedly better than others because it uses a ceramic burr, so there’s no metal taste to the coffee. I actually think it’s the same brand as my cold brew maker.
The results have been rather tasty. I still have to stick to my 4 scoops to one 12oz coffee recipe (the rules are LIES), but the flavor is great and it’s a little less silty than my normal coffee.
I read a review that states it takes “about 30 seconds” per cup to grind. Yea… about that. It takes me several minutes. I think I pulled a muscle in my back the second day using it.
But still! 10 seconds at a time, right? (Hashbrown, no filter. Yes I’m obsessed with Kimmy Schmidt.) Eventually this coffee grinding thing should lead to some serious guns. It’s easy strength training! Next step is trying out some fancier beans. I bought the only beans I could find at Price Chopper to start, but now I’ll have to see what else is out there.
Step 1: Make direct, pointed eye contact with cat
Step 2: Quickly hide behind a wall/door frame/etc and hold still
Step 3: Cat comes running
Step 4: You scare the crap out of her and the games continue
I… I’m not crazy.
This is totally normal daily behavior.
Brush teeth, go to work, play hide and seek with cat.
Last Thursday I went to see a one-night only event at the Spectrum theater in Albany. This event was for a showing of Hits, a movie written and directed by David Cross (of Mr. Show and Arrested Development fame). I knew nothing of the original Kickstarter, and I first heard about this movie on my beloved Harmontown podcast. David Cross was a guest and I was so excited about that in its own right to absorb most of the talk about his movie. I’ll admit I remained uninterested outside of laughing the jokes about Hits being the first legit movie released on BitTorrent. I mean, Dan Harmon rapped and David Cross sang along, so I was clearly focused on the important things.
A week later maybe I saw a post from All Over Albany about the movie showing at the Spectrum. I got excited, as I do when awesome things show up in the Capital Region. Once I watched the trailer I knew it was a movie I wanted to see. Next thing I know I see David Cross’s name pop up on my latest Comedy Bang Bang podcast episode (he was working it for this movie, obviously). As I listened to that podcast, I was reminded about the “pay what you want” feature, and got to enjoy Hits stars Matt Walsh and James Adomian yuck it up. Worried tickets would sell out, I grabbed a few the weekend before and made plans to arrive at the theater early enough to get good seats.
Movie events in general have a great energy to them. Last year (I think?) I went to a showing of The Big Lebowski at Proctors where they sold white russians and gave away random movie posters. It had a great community feeling to it. Things were a bit similar at the Spectrum, however with a heavy dose of exceedingly hip looking people in the mix instead of dudes in robes.
Hits itself was a solid movie. I laughed a lot, more than I thought I would, and enjoyed the whole experience. We were treated to a recorded intro from Cross cut together with random bits. The pace really kept things movie and it was SO funny, if a bit awkward and dark. Some especially sharp jabs were targeted to the NYC-savvy. (“We’re a collective out of Williamsburg.” “We’re out of Bushwick.”) I can see how some reviewers felt the package overall didn’t deliver, but knowing David Cross’s stand up a bit and his position on people who are famous for being famous (and his comments on The Simple Life), it all made sense.
I really loved the ending “twist” and absurdity of it all. It ended on a solid note, if a little frustrating. But that’s how the world is in the end, like when I try to explain to people the sharp commentary Anchorman 2 made about CNN and the dumbing down of news in America. But most people are like, ‘meh, not that funny.’ And Hits makes a solid point that people LOVE to bandwagon ideas or people or concepts rather than learn about the actual details of a plan or about who a person is (KONY2012 anyone?).
Maybe the biggest excitement of all was getting to experience a Skype session with David Cross after the film. I don’t know how to details were worked out, but he agreed to Skype in to chat after the movie and answer questions. One ticket seller told me it was one of a few theaters getting that perk. He answered questions for about 20 minutes, with only one or two painfully awkward moments or technical difficulties. It was such a cool event, and I’m really glad I went.