I is for Inappropriate

I is for Inappropriate

Oh sure once again know what you were thinking.

You forget though, I still hold my pointless Mensa membership and am Hooked on Physics.

Here’s an Inappropriate Battle of the Rappin’ Physicists.
Word.

~Miss R
Amateur Physicist to the Stars

Modest Mouse Video shot here in Reno

It’s almost 10:00 am and the coffee is just about gone.
Actually left the apartment last night and hiked over to XOXO on Wells to see Mister Vague do a show in celebration of their new CD release.
I’ll write more about that later today. suffice to say it was a good show and ~Miss R was home by midnight.
Yeppers. Another thrilling late-night foray into forensic TV with Lizzie Borden at my side.

Anyway, this is the newest video from Modest Mouse, Little Motel. I came across it on another blog so thanks to The Minx.

It was filmed here in Reno over Memorial Day by Reno native Justin Francis.
You’ll notice the Cal-Neva, Ho-Hum Motel (on S. Virginia near Vassar) and a lot more local denizens and landmarks. Well, they’re landmarks to those of us in Reno at any rate.

This video is wonderfully shot and the song is beautiful and haunting, like many Modest Mouse tunes.
My god it’s depressing though. Particularly if you have a child I think.

I’ve been listening to Modest Mouse for years, even though Cate and I missed their last show here at the Silver Legacy.
Do check this video out. My eyes welled up because it deals with something that we see a lot of around this town: families with no money and nowhere to turn.
Perhaps a bit too close to home for me right now. So the tears just keep on coming kids…

Little Motel lyrics

I hope that you like it in your little motel
And I hope that the suite sleeps and suits you well
Well I can see it as time and a sight through smell and
Thats why its nice to be by yourself

Cause thats what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for, aren’t I?
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for darlin’

We treat mishaps like sinking ships and
I know that I don’t want to be out to drift
Well I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and
They both tell me that we’re better than this

Cause thats what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for, aren’t I?
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for darlin’

We trade tit for tat like that for this
And I don’t think that there was an insult that was missed
I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and
I’m very sorry

Cause thats what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for, aren’t I?
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for darlin’

It rained and its over a shooting star
Landed directly on our broke down little car
We fold and we had made a wish
That we would be missed
If one another just did not exist

Cause thats what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting on, aren’t we?
That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for darlin’

That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for aren’t we?

1-2-3-4

These are a few of my favorite things:

A vehicle that runs again
Clean sheets
Air Emergency on NGC
Direct TV for 30 days
Rent paid for 30 days
New client –quickie site design (praise jesus for the Christian websites)
Selling my REI tent and sleeping bag on CL
Wrenching my back while cleaning/throwing things away/packing and then finding a single Oxy while cleaning/throwing things away/packing

All of the above occurring in a twenty four hour period with only one instance of complete decompensation on my part

Checked out the Feist video 1234 (featured in the iPod Nano commercial).
The dancing is so cheesy it’s wonderful to watch but the amazing thing is that it was done in one take.

I’ve embedded the version from youtube, so the quality bites,  but WordPress doesn’t want to support a Flash player.

Those swine.

Good song for a Friday though no matter what.
Enjoy.

~Miss R

spiderman and procrastination

Boston headstone

Today we’re gonna talk about my favorite topic to avoid. No it’s not death, as in the pic above which i happily took in Boston.

That’s right.
Spiderman.

Alright I love Spiderman but that’s not really it.
Procrastination. That’s the subject.

Wait minute, Lemme think about this first.
It could be a case of jumping the gun.

Woke up to the news on channel 8; think it’s been revealed that only two channels come in on my TV here in fabulous Reno.

After the shock of realizing
a) That vile shiny hurty yellow thingy is up in the sky
b) Fuckitall I’m still alive
c) I haven’t had sex (with another person) and am still sleeping alone after three weeks
d) The cat is happily shedding next to my face on a clean pillow and pillowcase. Okay formerly clean.

It occurred that maybe I should begin A Routine.

Yes kids, it’s that occasional horrific realization that maybe developing A Routine will acclimate the soul mind and body to Life.

LIFE – adjective–noun
1. The condition that distinguishes organisms from inorganic objects and dead organisms, being manifested by growth through metabolism, reproduction, and the power of adaptation to environment through changes originating internally.
2. The condition that causes grief, lack of sleep, laughter, heartbreak weight gain and obsessive compulsive disorder. Oh yeah chocolate and coffee too.

So it came to be that I Got Some Shit Done today.
Was at the gym by 11:30 and am now in pain.
Combed the cat but she didn’t mind
Spoke with Tinfoil Hat Client (who is meeting with me tomorrow morning oh happy day)
Wrote a blog entry
Washed the car
Opened a bottle of chardonnay

Let us take two items shall we?

The gym is just a horrid piece of life that has to be reinstated.
As a matter of fact I have gained one pound for each week I have been, um, dumped.

Er, utterly single?

Uh, how about same as it ever was (insert image of david byrne doing a talking heads move).
Dammit. I lost one pound for every two weeks that I was in the last relationship and now it’s reappearing? What the hell is up with that? I thought a woman is supposed to lose weight upon the demise of a coupling.
Leave it to me.
Or leave it to beaver.
Same thing.

Oh yeah the car.
So I have to sell the Jeep. It’s either that voluntarily have it repossessed (no REALLY voluntarily) and lose even more money. I currently owe 4K more than the car is worth.
Don’t ask. I’m a chump and the salesman was a champ.
So the Credit Union told me to try and sell the car because I’ll get more for it than they will. Then I’ll only owe the difference between the balance of the loan and the sale price.
I say unto you…. Bwahahahahahahahahaha.

So Miss R will be making $20.00 a month payments until judgment day.
Isn’t that in a leap year anyway?

So I washed the car. Yes. It’s true.
Said Jeep has been unwashed for over two months, maybe more. It’s been camping in Clear Lake, sitting in TK’s tree-laden driveway, and sloshing through rain. The color of the Jeep was until today beige.
Turns out it is actually black.
Seriously. Who knew.

The best part: Stealth Car Washing.
Here at Chez Noir we do not pay for a car wash. Hell that $5.00 could ALMOST buy a pack of American Spirit Menthol Cigarettes.
My biggest fear was you guessed it, LittleOleMan.

I got back from the gym, supermarket and dollar store. After unloading the unholy purchases I filled a bucket with dishwashing soap, grabbed a few rags, pulled the Jeep over to the garden hose and… got busy by goddess.

No machete-wielding LittleOleMan cying “Ahhhhh get away from the water spigot biaaaaaaaatch. Your flowers are still alive but you shall die!”
No neighbors saying “hey I didn’t know we could wash our cars!” which of course they can’t because they’re not clandestine enough.
No “Goddammit Rachael you left the back window open.”
This last would have been said to myself by the way.

The car is clean. It is time to write the obituary. I mean ad.

On to part two. The chardonnay.
The reason I have not posted the car ad on Craigslist tonight is a direct result of Dollar Store inefficiency.

I purchased what I thought was a perfectly good corkscrew from the Dollar Store a month ago.
Who knew it would bow to the pressures of a bad wine.
Rachael’s Hint for the Day: Avoid –at all fucking cost- Pepperwood Grove Chardonnay.
Not only did it break off the cork screw but it could
take the polish off of my fingernails. Down the drain it went.
Sad sad sad.

Well I see by the clock on the wall that it is time to shut the hell up.
So my friends I leave you with these thoughts…

I wish I could dance in TK’s kitchen to Michael Buble’s Spiderman.
I wish I had more than just Tinfoil Hat Client as an income
I wish I would win Publishers Clearinghouse
But mostly I wish to just get on with it…..

“They say it is better to be poor and happy than rich and miserable, but how about a compromise like moderately rich and just moody?”

~miss r