sleepless and stoned-looking in seattle

[verbicide]

It's a clear night and I sadly just got back from a quick smoke. Sad because I like the view from my balcony: city lights blanketed across Queen Anne Hill and even a glowing Space Needle in the distance. Quick because motherfuck it's cold out there. It's 39° and for wimpy Californian me, that's just too fucking cold.

On a random note, it's exciting to see how many colorful words are making it into my spellcheck (motherfucker, Motherfuck, motherfucking, etc). I'm surprised anything still gets caught.

Let me again point out that I'm still bitter that my complaints about the cold largely fall on deaf and frozen ears since so many of my good friends are struggling to breathe under 8 feet of snow. As Sarah pointed out earlier, "It's more than 46° colder here!" I need to make more friends in New Mexico. Yes, so please, no more midwest/east coast people need apply, K? Thanks.

At first I was concerned about my Therapy via Victor Hugo because that shit also depresses the fuck out of me. But happily, I'm perky now. This is the positive half of being so damn bipolar.

I finished watching the rest of the Fawlty Towers discs earlier this week. Parts of it were damn funny, other parts were just too over the top. And it really bothers me how badly abused poor Manuel is! I think the abuse of Baldrick bothered me less in Blackadder. The episode with the Siberian-hamster-rat and cat completely freaked me out at first, because I absolutely flip out if animals are hurt in movies. Yes, I know it's not real, but I'm a sap and it unhinges me. Happily, nothing happened.

In other exciting news: I burned my finger. There isn't even an exciting story with it. It's just a steam burn, but I found that my cousin Mo was absolutely right: toothpaste quells the pain instantly.

Comments

[devinshire.livejournal.com]

What part of California are you from? I was born in Sacramento & spent 2 years in the bay area before we moved to Edmonds (WA) when I was 7 years old. I'm still a wimp about the cold, but I get all excited like a goofy kid as soon as it starts to snow.

Re:

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

I misspent my youth in Los Angeles, but fled to the Bay Area as soon as possible. I lived there for about 12 years before coming here (with a brief stop again in LA).

I was totally damn giddy about the snow!! People were sledding down my street, tossing snowballs and I just couldn't get over it. It was absolutely magical.

Though, I maintain, I wouldn't want to live someplace where it was a common occurrence and a nuisance (shoveling, frozen everything, -23° temperatures).

Re:

[neojima.livejournal.com]

Though, I maintain, I wouldn't want to live someplace where it was a common occurrence and a nuisance (shoveling, frozen everything, -23° temperatures).

What do you mean? I only had to brush off my car three times yesterday. And again this morning. (And will again this afternoon.)
Now, considering all the accidents I saw on the way to the Super Bowl party yesterday, I can at least understand your perspective.

At least it's been above zero for a day or so.

Re:

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I heard it was a balmy 18° the other day.

1. Driving in the snow freaks me out.
2. I get cold when it's 65° out
3. Shoveling a path to my car and then de-icing the windshield for 10 minutes while waiting for my car to heat up strangely does not appeal to me.

Re:

[brabble.livejournal.com]

Gosh. I can't imagine why.

Let me tell you how excited I was to have snow hit my windshield and MELT upon impact today. Rather than form a layer of ice. *bliss*

Yeah. So. Seattle. *moves*

Re:

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

You've gotta be sick of hearing me whine for you to move, but seriously: getcher butt out here and end my constant boredom. Great pubs here. Beer. Smokes. Taxicab home.

Move! Move! Move!

God. Move here by summer. Seattle summers are the best.

Times like this are when I really hate money and the profound lack of it in my life. Hate forced distance from my favorite people. Mrh.

Move! Move! Move!