Something about trying to push a car out of its icy grave parking spot really takes a lot out of you. And this is why I leave the whole owning motor vehicles thing to my friends while I’m living in this land of ice and snow. Although on the plus side, I expect to sleep well tonight. Other highlights from today include:
- discovering Gospel Mimes (Celia explains them mighty finely)
- hearing the best quote ever in a local car dealership informercial, “biography is destiny”
- kicking some RE: Umbrella Chronicles ass (yes, I did get past that regenerating monster)
- Learning that a friend is in a band with a ukulele, cello, and a kazoo. And they’re good!
- realizing that La Fontanella really does have some of the best pasta in the Windy City

Okay, more to come soon. Hopefully I’ll post some felt-zombie and exotic encased meats pictures tomorrow. Woohoo!!!

I am willing to bet that our favorite producer of uncontrollable bowel movements, Alli, is the cause of this! 

I was asked to film an interview for a new project but being busy reporting the massacre it is during fashion week for paper magazine - by far my favorite assignment - I had to squeeze the interview in between shows and, in order to have it easy for everyone, i arranged to do it backstage at the tents in the w suite. Just when I start getting comfortable and ready, a group of madmen and madwomen storm in and take possession of the suite because… ready?… Tyra Banks messed herself and needed to change. Now, let’s break this down: messing oneself should not happen if you are older that 5 or younger than 90. if it happens and in fact you are older than 5 or younger that 90, then it should be one, single, very unfortunate episode which will bound you to be made fun of forever and you can’t complain about it. Now I would like to bring to your attention that Tyra’s people carried a change of clothes for her at NYC fashion week. Hmmmh… could it be that Tyra messed herself before? or just that her entourage is so organized that in case tyra would ever, maybe, possibly mess herself that one time, they have a change of clothes? I don’t know… but all these thoughts were twirling in my mind when in horror I was watching such an abomination, feeling so alone in the world. Meanwhile, everyone is looking at me, to see if i was going to throw a fit because i now have a production crew and no place to shoot. Excuse me please, the suite is great but i think I’m gonna go, you know…

The great Roomba experiment is turning out to be a failure.  I finally got the new CPU for the poor defunct roomba, installed it, charged the little guy up and enjoyed a happily functioning little roomba.  That blissful experience lasted less than 24 hours. Now, little Omar Juan Carlos was back to his former, insolent ways.  He refuses to charge.

Frankly, I am baffled by the whole thing. It’s obviously not the battery–he ran for at least an hour after that first charge and the battery is new. And the fact that he worked and charged that first time after I put in the new circuit board would tend to make one think that the new board had fixed the situation. So why won’t it charge now? Did the new board suddenly fry after that first charging? I’m sure it’s possible, but if the charger were frying its circuits, would it have even charged the first time? But if the problem isn’t in the main circuit board, why did replacing it result in a successful charging cycle?

To make a long story short, I’m stumped. As much as I really liked the idea of having a roomba, I don’t think its worth investing any more time and money into this one to try and make it work. But I assure you that someday I will have robots cleaning my floor!!!

I don’t think I ever got around to writing the birthday recap post. I know I forgot to take pictures of the tasty, tasty Hot Doug’s outing so y’all are just out of luck on that one. But I finally got off my lazy butt and took pictures of some of the birthday-zombie related goodies that I got this year!

Felt Zombies - courtesy of SinCityFemme
I am not a zombie, I am a mad scientist. Now give me back my brains!	Mmmmm, felt braaaaaaaains….

Zombie Shootin’ Gear - courtesy of mom


Why yes, that is the special stage of RE:UC. Thanks for noticing!

I know, I’ve been quiet lately.  The truth is that I’m just very stressed out right now, and coming up with clever and/or entertaining posts just hasn’t been high on the priority list.  On the plus side, I just renewed my domain for another year.  Aren’t you guys lucky? Okay, I’m off to try and figure out how to decompress. Maybe I’ll come up with something worth posting soon.