In a recent interview, Chris Isaak made his case for being great husband material.

"I’m willing to clean the lawns, wash the cars, I have a decent salary, I’ve saved my money, I live in a nice neighbourhood, I could provide. I’ll even shut up and listen in a conversation and I don’t watch sports!"

What's a girl got to do to get a date? For real.

I updated my Facebook profile to change my relationship status to 'single' and my location to Charleston. ::beats head on the desk:: Several people I haven't seen in years have contacted me, asking if I want to meet up and hang out. No, no, no. I don't. Maybe I'll change my mind in a few weeks when I'm bored out of my mind, but right now I have no interest in picking up friendships with people I knew in high school. Beyond that, I'm sick of answering the oh-my-god-you-and-jason-really-broke-up-what-happened question. Sick of it.

In slightly related news, a nice fellow from South Carolina contacted me because he saw something about Ron Paul in my profile. He's a regional coordinator for Campaign for Liberty, a political organization that emerged from Dr. Paul's campaign. He lamented the fact that I live in Charleston WV instead of Charleston SC because he wants a date. He's terribly attractive, and I'm totally impressed with his being a regional coordinator for C4L. However, there is no chance in hell I'm relocating for someone else in the next few years. I did that once and got burned.

This mini-documentary on Homeless Karaoke was so bittersweet. It's heartwarming, yet sad.

This is so beautiful it gives me goosebumps all along my arms. If you've not heard of Bon Iver, then I highly suggest you look up For Emma, Forever Ago. The video was filmed in a hallway before a show in Paris. They performed a spontaneous and a cappella version of "For Emma". Harmony always gets me.

Stolen from duskcolor:

• Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.
• NO CAPTIONS!!! It must be like we're speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.
• They must ALREADY be on your hard drive - no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you've saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.
• You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don't want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.

( my ten pictures )

Oh, gosh. I love Maxwell. ::fans self:: He released his new album today, but I've not yet emerged from the neighborhood to a record store to purchase it. I did give it a listen on LaLa.com, though. For the record, so good.



I wasn't able to actually buy it because transmission fluid is mysteriously leaking from my car. It's eaten about eight quarts of the stuff in the past two weeks. I'm going to have a mechanic my parents know have a look at it, but that won't be until tomorrow or Thursday. So, I'm without transportation at the moment. My grandmother gave me permission to hijack her mini van if I needed it. If I could determine which of the five million keys in her house makes it work, then I totally would.

If anyone is interested in watching Ferguson doing his 'crazy dog things,' the video can be found right here. The first part of the video was filmed in my grandparents' house. Ferguson is obsessed with "puppies". When I talk about other puppies, he freaks out and begins barking and crying, looking for them outside in the driveway and front yard. The second portion of the video was filmed in the State Forest a mile from here. When Ferguson digs at the ground he is either going to (a) pee or (b) roll. I caught him doing both. Basically, the video proves that I am a Crazy Dog Person ©.

Me in live action!

I got sucked into a Degrassi marathon yesterday. How did I get so emotionally invested into teen romance on a tween television show? Sheesh. I'm 'shipping characters already.

Watched Twilight last night. I actually loved the first half of the movie. There was this tangible atmosphere that captured the novel well and also captured the discomfort and awkwardness of high school. The movie lost me when she asked Edward if he was a vampire and they had their sparkly fun in the woods. The tension and mystery was lost and the mood of the piece faltered. I did, however, enjoy a couple points in the second half of the movie--the baseball scene and the final action sequence with James. Also--gosh, I love Jacob.

My grandparents went to their vacation house about four hours northeast of here. They invited me, but I didn't really feel like going. I just got here a month ago; I'm not ready to go traipsing off to another place. Plus, my grandmother's cooking is excellent, but it involves amazing amounts of butter, oil, and potatoes. Me? Not used to all that. I took the opportunity to make myself fake chicken breast on a bed of brown rice with a salad last night. It was extremely tasty and involved zero butter. Anyway, while the grandparents are out of town, I'm staying at their house so my grandmother has piece of mind that no one is going to break in and steal her big screen television.

I love, love, love this song by T-Pain. So different than everything else I've heard him do. "I done turned into a rude dude, man. Why you got to fuck up the night? Now we got to fight. I'm gonna knock out your lights."



And I have so much love for Jay-Z. He just released a song called "D.O.A. (Death of Auto-Tune)". For the most part, I hate auto-tune and the way it has taken over radio hip-hip and R&B. Yay for him.

I found a hairdresser! It's one of those things that I have so much angst over because it is so difficult for me to connect with the person doing my hair. Fortunately, the girl I went to this morning was fantastic, and I had so much in common with her.

( so, new hair )

I told her she could do whatever she wanted as long as I could pull it back out of my face when I go walking/jogging with Ferguson. I ::heart:: it so much.

On my way to the salon, I dropped by a convenience store to get a bottle of water. The guy behind the counter ask me for my number. o_O He was admiring my Radiohead t-shirt, and then started talking about how he loves Nightwish and Voltaire. I don't listen to either, but I'm familiar with them, so he got very excited. He seemed very nice, so I gave him my number. I don't know if I'll actually make an effort to go out with him because he's young--twenty, he said. But still... someone wants my number. Yay.

Totally rented Twilight at the video store yesterday. I haven't watched it yet, but I figured it would be a most excellent way to waste a couple hours. Plus, I have to get myself up-to-date if I'm going to watch the second movie with Jacob, my most favorite.

I sent out a few resumes on Sunday and Monday morning, and got my first call back this morning. It's from a CPA firm in downtown Charleston. I freakin' love working downtown; the atmosphere is fantastic and professional and artsy. Their website looks great and their benefits are better than I had at the last place. I returned the call, but the partner who called me was out to lunch. I'm not sure I want a job right away, but if it is a good opportunity and they give me the salary I want then I can't turn it down.

I was going to make a serious post about racism in the south, but I'm too tired to do the subject any sort of justice. Instead, you're getting flowers I planted on my porch.

( flowers & the bistro set )

I applied for a few jobs via e-mail yesterday, and I sent out a couple resumes via snail mail this morning. I also tagged along with my grandparents when they went to the farmer's market this afternoon. It's so perfect because it is outside and Ferguson can come shopping with me. I can't wait until later in the summer when more local produce is available. You can bet I'll be shopping there every week.

Ferguson and I got up this morning and went to FestivALL. It's a week-long art and food festival in Charleston. After three weeks watching Hallmark movies with my grandmother and Clint Eastwood movies with my grandfather, I was ready for something different. A huge sidewalk art show was being held on a street downtown this morning. Ferguson and I perused the wares for a little over an hour and ended up with a few nice things.

( my artsy finds )

I'm still painting the damn porch of the new place. ::bangs head:: I had no idea there were so many surfaces to paint. If it were up to me, I would have left it the natural wood color. Unfortunately, several years ago someone painted the wood. Now it looks atrocious without paint. Once I finish, I have a white bistro set to put on the front porch. My great aunt has also granted me permission to take her porch swing out of storage and hang it from the hooks already in the ceiling. And then I'll take a picture of my handiwork.

I went shopping for food today. I plan on moving over there full-time tomorrow. I've been working over there and sleeping at my grandmother's house across the street since I moved back here. But everything in the new place is done with the exception of a couple pieces of bedroom furniture (that I'm still waiting on) and the porch. I was using the lack of food as an excuse, but now the fridge and pantry are stocked with healthy things. My family is actually disgusted by how healthy my choices were. Ah, healthy lifestyle meet southern lifestyle.