11 posts tagged “caesar”
Last night I looked at the vase beside my bed and decided I'd get rid of it in the morning. I fell asleep and dreamed about some anonymous city. I had moved there recently and was beginning to realize that it was dangerous, when WHAM somebody assaulted me with a glass bottle to the forehead.
I covered the spot with my hand and found myself sitting up in bed yelping. It's pretty terrifying to wake up in the middle of the night because something fell on your head.
Caesar had cleverly knocked that very same vase off the dresser next to my bed and onto my head.
It still hurts. Caesar, you're a jerk.
I crashed on my bike yesterday (don't worry, o parents of mine, I'm fine). I haven't actually fallen off my bike and hit pavement since Fall 2004 so I guess it's about time. I think I sort of might blame my PowerGrips, because usually my feet skitter out and catch me before I find myself horizontal.
I still like the PowerGrips and I'm not convinced they caused me to tumble. There was a big knot of wire in the Greenway, which I straight up didn't see. The Greenway is such a pothole-free paradise that I'm really out of the habit of looking for obstacles on it. Everything just got kind of wobbly and about six feet later I was skidding out. I smacked my head, but this is why I wear a helmet, and I have a series of bruises on the left side of my body (and the left side of my right knee). Even on a flat, dry, carfree, smooth stretch of pavement, I can still find a way to tumble. I've been coating all the tender bits in arnica gel, because it makes me feel as though I belong in the Minneapolis dance scene (and because it might help with the bruising).
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This morning at 6 a.m. Paul woke me up, because Caesar was chasing his tail. Not only was Caesar chasing his tail, he was doing it in a corner on top of a storage container that is only about 1 sq. foot. Which meant that he was also running into the wall and slipping off the edges of the box. Seeing your cat, for no known reason, at six in the morning, spin in circles and smash into walls is a rare treat that I wish everyone could experience.
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I really love this song and this video, together and separately. I can't put my finger on why, but I am reliably devastated by hearing it:
Caesar wants to be a supermodel:
Snowy just wants a nap:
So maybe Paul and I put a piece of lettuce in Caesar's collar and started making jokes about him stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. Or just stealing from us and eating what he took.
I know. You don't have to be my friend any more. I just can't help myself.
Paul made this truly excellent fan egg tribute to Mad King Thomas:
I can't draw the Broncos' logo, and Paul's Viking's helmet got a bit washed out, but here's hoping for next year's Superbowl (ha):
And then one in honor of the awesome Caesar Hotdish Jones:
This is a drawing of me (on the left) punching a lawyer (on the right). I don't believe I need to say more:
These are opposite ends of the same egg. Can you tell I miss New Mexico
Hello!
My name is Tara. I'm opening the voxgates to people I know in real life, and I want to let everybody know what they are in for.
What am I doing here on Vox? I've always been pretty quiet. I tend to keep to myself a lot of the time, and even when I'm excitable, I still don't share what's going on in my brain. But lately I've realized that if strangers care what I have for lunch, then my family and friends are also going to care what I had for lunch. They'll care to know what it's like to live far away from them. What it's like to see them every week. The number of questions I've gotten about whether or not Caesar has eaten more muffins demonstrates that people, inexplicably, want to hear about the cat.
For example, I know my mom will humor me by watching the Caesar videos. Even though it's sort of embarrassing and silly.
So I'm testing the waters of having my words on the Internet, next to my face and my photos (Hello, world!). I want to do more than just maintain connections to my family and friends, especially since I live so far away from a lot of you. I want you to feel like you know what is going on in my life, even if I let three weeks go by before returning your call (I blame rehearsals and shows!).
I'm in the middle of some crazy changes. I'm barrelling into a career I never anticipated. I am also learning the price of hamburger and whether or not craisins are located in the baking aisle (they aren't). I don't know about you, but those aren't the sort of things I talk about on the phone. So here they are, tiny details accumulating into a picture of my life now.
Some days, it's a manic dash, head down and legs pumping. Most of the time, though, I travel at a careful pace, the desire to reach my destination balanced by patience and the knowledge that I want to have health insurance.
There aren't any stories about camel farts or dead people or anything. This isn't my personal journal, and it won't be a list of links. I hate the word blog, so I call it my vox (I even use vox as a verb!). It's my vox--my voice. I talk (a lot) about the collaboration with Mad King Thomas and my frustration with living the dual life of artist/worker bee. I babble about my cat, robots, food, Minneapolis, New Mexico, books, movies and beer. You don't have to read it, and you don't have to like it. I'm here if you want to say hello.
If you know me in real life, especially if I didn't send you the link myself, I'd appreciate it if you'd just drop me a line and say hello! Join Vox! Be my friend! The internet can either be a blackhole, where all extra time and energy disappear, or it can resurrect and reinforce old and new relationships. I like the second option better (awww, it's so sappy!).
Thanks for stopping by,
Tara
Here is a terrible quality video of Caesar looking warily at the new roomba, which is still doing its first run ever! So, this is my new robot experiment and an experiment with sending a video from my cellphone straight to Vox. Apparently it's not so great.
Go, little Roomba! Name suggestions are welcome.
Show us your pet making mischief.
Inspired by cattymcattums.
One further resolution: To not have the same resolutions next year, because some sort of success has been achieved. Tired of promising the same things every year.
And, because I'm pretty much a ridiculous fool when it comes to this cat, here is a video of my cat meowing. I don't really expect you to watch it. In fact, you probably shouldn't, because it is embarrassing and WAY too close to showing you the home movies of our family vacation to Nebraska.
