So, yeah. Anyone know how to remove a tiny chalk outline of a mouse from their shower?
Dear [Redacted],
(note: I actually have a friend whose name is "[redacted]". I thought it was weird too, especially the brackets.)
This morning I found the mouse in my shower! I grabbed a trash can and trapped it in the overturned can. Then I put a bunch of shampoo bottles and anything else I could find nearby on top of the trash can for fear the mouse would somehow get out. Then I worried those bottles weren't heavy enough so I put stacks of books on top of it along with a box of bills and crap. Then I called the super. He came and wet the mouse with water by filling the tub and then he flushed the little guy down the toilet. The image of the little thing swimming as fast as it could while circling the bowl is haunting me. I have mouse blood on my hands. And mouse poo in my shower.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Goodbye mouse
Thursday, August 30, 2007
update! breaking! alert! words with exclamation marks!
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
New York smelled good today
Best Bets 8-18-07
Today's TONYblog 1 Thing
You like to laugh. I know because I'd recognize that braying titter anywhere. I mean, I like it, don't get me wrong. It's just very recognizable. Especially when I have a headache. But don't go changing because it's what makes you you. Even if sometimes it's what makes you annoying. You know? But like, in a good way. Anyway, take your lusty guffaw to a Comedy Central Presents taping, won't you? You have to register on their site and then hope and pray for an opening. If it doesn't happen you can bring your wet-sounding chortle to the Ritalin Reading Series at 7:30pm.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Wake up with me
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Clip from CW11
I love my exterminator
And while we're talking about this I have something unrelated to say. I think it's funny when people pile on the host of that late night show I do for being so twisted. They'd probably be surprised to know a sweet looking girl in love with her exterminator spawns some of the more twisted material.
Best Bets 8-25-07
Friday, August 24, 2007
Mousewatch 2007
Please leave my apartment you tiny furry bastard. I was unhappy to find you hanging out brazenly on my stove and slightly disgusted when the sight of me kind of waving my hands in the air and saying "uh....uh.... uh..." while debating whether to try to trap you with an overturned box or hit you with something which I couldn't really do caused you to slither down into the body of the stove. A braver person than I would have actually lifted up the top of the stove but I couldn't do it. Instead I decided all my cooking tonight would happen in the microwave even though I've lost my appetite. Is that you crawling up my leg? This will be the first of twelve thousand times I wonder that. Anyway, enjoy your stove furlough you horrible horrible pointy faced jerk.
Alison
Links and mice
Also, unrelated except not to me because everything relates to this: I saw a mouse in my apartment last night. If you were anywhere near me a year ago you know how I named the mice last time around with the hopes that I could convince myself that Chad, Rob and Grover were cute uninvited cohabitants instead of horrible frightening vermin. It didn't work. Then a professional exterminator "rodent proofed" our apartment which solved the problem and was the best couple hundred and seventy five I could have spent. Well now a year later those whiskered assholes have chewed their way back in apparently. Or one has. He was hanging out near the foot of my bed seemingly surveying a box of beads which was down there too since the mini-move has put the wrong things in the wrong places. I just hope there's only one of him. Regardless the exterminator is coming out tomorrow morning. I'll be sitting up all night holding a jar of peanut butter, a wedge of cheese and a giant box. Probably a couple magazines, some triscuits, a paddle-ball, a Chinese finger catcher, a Chinese jump rope, some fortune cookies, a Magic 8-ball, an actual eight-ball, two cans of hairspray and a squeegee too.
Red Eye photos
And here I am looking smarmy:
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Watching you watching me
Saturday, August 18, 2007
An excuse
Friday, August 17, 2007
see me tonight
Thursday, August 16, 2007
HIGHLY SPECIFIC SCENARIOS INVOLVING DUCKS (and what to say)
YOU SAY: "Nice shoes! Want a duck?"
HIGHLY SPECIFIC PICK-UP LINES
YOU SAY: Was your father a thief? Because my watch is missing.
THE SITUATION: it's Easter
YOU SAY: How do you like your eggs in the morning? Scrambled or hidden in the backyard?
THE SITUATION: there's been a hurricane
YOU SAY: what do you say we go back to my place and slip out of these wet clothes?
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Today's TONYblog 1 Thing
Iambic pentameter? I'm not into Satan, thank you very much.
Alfresco is really the best way to enjoy Shakespeare, with the possible exception of al dente or, if you're feeling funky, in a class called something like "From [Name of Tragedy] to [Name of Tragedy]: The Tragedies of William Shakespeare." I took such a class in college which, despite my dewy face and general youthful demeanor, was some time ago, and so I can say that the plays really hold up. I mean, I read them when they were current. We'd pack up a saddlebag of tomatoes to throw at the players
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Today's TONYblog 1 Thing
When I interviewed Fiona Apple in late 2005, I thought that if I were somehow a different kind of interviewer, or maybe a different kind of girl, I would have known how to share lipgloss and become best friends with her. It felt, in the setting we were in—a rehearsal studio in Burbank, techs and musicians and guys all around; we were the only women there and we're roughly the same age—that that's what should have happened. I don't know that I can explain it exactly, but if we'd been on a double date we should have gone to the bathroom together,
Monday, August 13, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
SPECIALTY LIES
SITUATION: You’re stuffed into a Volkswagen with 30 of your friends and you fart.
STANDARD LIE: “Do you guys smell that? Wow. What are they feeding the elephants?”
DELUXE LIE: “Is it me or is someone using turned grease paint? Bubbles? Is that you again?” (Note: This works especially well if no one in the car is named Bubbles).
SPECIALTY LIES
SITUATION: One of the other clowns accuses you of stealing her rubber shoes.
STANDARD LIE: “Bubbles did it.”
DELUXE LIE: “Gross. Do you know how many germs can live in shoes? I’m a germophobe, so I know. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I would never steal your shoes. No offense.”
HIGHLY SPECIFIC INSULTS
YOU SAY: "get luteinized and slough off!"
THE SITUATION: those are some mighty big forecepts
YOU SAY: "forecepts? more like fivecepts!"
THE SITUATION: you're 93 and you're playing pinochle with someone who is really crappy
YOU SAY: "you play pinochole like an 81 year old... an 81 year old who's never played pinochle"
THE SITUATION: the damn hen is taking forever
YOU SAY: "you gonna hatch those chicks or just sit on 'em all day?"
THE SITUATION: the piano player is smug and tinkly
YOU SAY: "you play piano like a tuba player"
THE SITUATION: the Queen is acting uppity again
YOU SAY: "is that your dress or did your bustle throw up?"
THE SITUATION: the Grape Nuts have betrayed you
YOU SAY: "et tu, Grape Nuts?"
THE SITUATION: you're angry at your corn flakes
YOU SAY: "what are you, Grape Nuts?"
TRENDWATCH
NOT: a thermos without soup in it
EXCEPTION: gazpacho
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Am I ruining the mystery?
So today I set the regular three alarms for 4:48am, 4:58am and 5:11am. Because I'm neurotic. I woke up on the intended second alarm (the first is so I can hit snooze and the last is just a safety precaution because if I were to sleep that late I'd be screwed). I got to the studio, drank a small cup of coffee and noted once again the dichotomy between makeup and hair people, who are generally exceedingly calm and soothing, and morning TV personalities, who are somewhat antic. I'm somewhere in between, but I like to make sure the first few words I speak aren't on air because I want to eradicate any sleepy conversational clunkiness. For this reason if anyone asks me any questions before I go on air and I struggle to answer I take this as a slightly foreboding sign, especially when the questions are "hey, what's going on" and "how are you?"
Then then hair and makeup people told me I was perfect exactly as I am and that if they were to touch me it would be gilding the lily and also unfair to everyone else so I said okay and was brought out to the set. Actually, that didn't happen. Please read critically.
The segment went well. Michael and I wondered aloud what Yo-yo-ers should be called and then when we were talking about Home Movie Day he said that the footage we were looking at was Thomas Edison but I thought he said Thomas Jefferson which really didn't make sense.
After the segment I drank another cup of coffee but I think the milk had turned or maybe the coffee had but anyway I quietly excused myself to throw it away in Conan's trash can. I mean, not his personally, but the one across the hall by the entrance to his studio. I'm not sure why I did this since there were trash cans in the green room.
Then I sat around for awhile and then I changed into my walking home from TV clothes and walked home except for the part where I got lazy and took a cab.
Blash-up: vacation spots/signs your friends are high
Jamaica
What's with all the corn nuts?
Cabo
It's funny, but not THAT funny
The Poconos
Lake George
Green butter
Maui
Hacky-sack
Are we there yet? Actually, we haven't left!
Paris
Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude.
Aspen
You smell like a Christmas tree
The Shore
Wizard of Oz and Pink Floyd again?
Friday, August 10, 2007
Blash-up: salad dressing ingredients/signs the graft isn't taking
Salad dressing ingredients/signs the graft isn't taking
oil
vinegar
gangrene
salt
intense itching
garlic
what's that smell? oh, it's your hand
mustard
pain
dill
what type of blood did you say you had?
marjoram
can you feel this?
pepper
come back in two weeks and bring the hand