CROCS.

Milton (my intern) sent me this link today: http://sub.crocodileadventureclub.net/archive/
I will post the link here (so you can see all the lovely croc pictures) - but you must read below. I got a good chuckle out of it for sure.

A Brief Guide to Crocodilians we Like
see also: Gavials, Why They Can't Play Too


Crocodiles have medium-length snouts, jagged smiles, and curved scales along their backs
They tend to have Biblical names
Crocodiles enjoy 7-Up but hate Sprite
Crocodiles drafted a Bill of Crocodilian Rights, but burned it when they realized it'd also apply to their delicious, tender young-uns.
Crocodiles can't read, but have never been outed as illiterate because they're incredibly unpleasant and therefore solitary beasts.
Crocodiles accidentally invented the Flowbee in the early 90s and are truly sorry for it.
Finally, crocodiles like to make tooting noises whenever they finish doing something.


A Similar Compendium Concerning Alligators, Nature's Andy Dicks


Alligators have more aristocratic features than crocodiles, which means crocodiles often refer to them as "fancy"
Alligators hate using cellphones and will only make calls from princess phones
Alligators like stout beers and ginger ale, but nothing else
An alligator named Lawrence once bit through a killer whale. It took him 8 days and 3 metric tons of horse tranquilizers.
All alligators have read Fast Food Nation, consequently they've all killed at least one McDonald's executive
Many alligators rebelled against their parents' dated archosaur values
Most alligators believe Gygax is a better player than Beckham


A Enchiridion to Caiman, Masters of New Age Medicine


Caiman are naturally stout, a characteristic that limits their roles in Hollywood to "munchkin", "hobbit", and "poor Bond-villain trap"
Many caiman believe people still do "The Bartman"
All caiman enjoy Cajun food
Caiman don't play MMORPGs because they get bored with them after the initial leveling high, also, no thumbs
Many caiman actually read books on the New York Times Bestseller list, despite the fact that they're all either absurd self-help books or stories about quirky executives having mid-life crisises.
Caiman inherited the music industry from Sy Spurling 20 years ago, so they're to blame.

I've had some time to think about you.

I've listened to this song by Patty Griffin non-stop lately.
it says "I've had some time to think about you on the long ride home".
the song sounds very sad, and it makes me sad. I feel nostalgic, but i only heard the song a month ago, so I don't know why it makes me feel that way.

the point is, I have a long ride home every day.
and I have a lot of time to think and IT. and to think about him.
and to think about my friend the heroin addict, and moving to a new apartment, and selling my stuff, and roommate christmas, and my grandparents beliefs on tim robbins and communism, and job drama...

so, i don't normally like to subscribe to the idea of a theme song.
but if I was going to have one, I suppose this would be it.

despite the three listed below -

I must say, this thanksgiving has been amazing.
so, here's to all the wretched thanksgivings - may I never have another.

top three

WORST THANKSGIVINGS EVER

1. Cody, Wyoming (circa 1993?).
My dad was a pastor at a small, struggling, Christian church in Cody. We lived in the parsonage on the church property - which was a yellow and orange painted double-wide trailer. We had been at the church for nearly 6 months and none of us had really connectd with anyone there. It was too far to drive to California for the holiday's, and no one in the church bothered to ask us if we had plans. So we attempted thanksgiving dinner in the trailer. I don't remember many details -- just that my mom was horribly depressed, I helped cook the sad little meal, and that we almost killed our cat by throwing her outside during a raging blizzard. It was the lonliest and quietest thanksgiving we ever had. And we spend most of the evening trying to revive the cat we almost killed. The cat lived, thankfully. But it was still a horrid holiday.

2. Quincy, CA (circa 1992?)
I believe this was the year my family were in YWAM in Chico, CA. We went to my grandparent's place in Quincy, CA, for the big thanksgiving meal before we took off for our 2 month mission trip to Mexico. The day of Thanksgiving went off without a hitch - everything was perfect. It was the day after that everything went sour. First of all, my granparents house was on a septic system. And, while we were there, the septic system decided to break. The repairmant wouldn't be available until Monday (this was Friday), which meant that we had no running water for 2.5 days. In the meantime, I contracted the stomach flu. I specifically recall the feeling of myself getting ready to vomit - so I yelled to my aunt diana who grabbed a gallon sized ziploc bag and tried to contain the mess that ensued. Needless to say, I did not quite make it all in the bag. and, I had no way to clean up. So, we loaded up and went to Perko's Koffee Kup (purposeful misspelling in restaurants is a crime) to brush our teeth and freshen up. It just seemed like the worst possible combination of elements. No running water, the stomach flu, and a crappy coffeehouse in a teeny little mountain town. I still hate the Perko's chain to this day. And, fo no other reason than it reminds me of that fateful weekend.

3. Idaho Falls, ID (2001)
This was a monumental thanksgiving for the Strannigan family. We packed up the car (My parents were living in Central Oregon, I was living just outside of Portland) and headed out to Idaho Falls to the Manginelli's house. Phil was my boyfriend, and we were quite serious. Serious enough to bring our families together for Thanksgiving, anyway. Phil and my sister, Danielle, were at YWAM in Montana together - so they were able to meet us in Idaho for Thanksgiving. They both were leaving on outreach a few days after Thanksgiving, so this was the last family gathering either of them would have for a while. The whole thing seemed to work out perfectly - Idaho Falls was the middle ground between Oregon and Montana - we were all able to be together before Danielle and Phil left for the mission field. There was just one problem: Phil and I had come to a standstill in our relationship. A week prior to thanksgiving, I had found out a few imporant things about him and I confronted him on it. I told him that we needed to talk thanksgiving. I was delustional and expected him to change his wiley ways, tell me he loved me, sweep me off my feet - and then I'd wait for him to return from Thailand and we'd get married and all that jazz. Well, it didn't exactly go like that. Phil avoided me the whole weekend. He left me with the fam while he went out to breakfast with various hometown friends he needed to 'spend time with' before he left. He had a going away party and talked with everyone but me. And, finally, at the last possible second, he took me to Perkins family restaurant to break the news to me: The Lord was calling him in a different direction. He had to go be in Thailand without any distractions, and that meant breaking up with me. We sat in his car and cried and said that we wished things could be different. Then we went back to his house and he cooked me cinnamon rolls and we watched The Simpsons and prayed that the morning wouldn't come. But the morning came, and we said our goodbyes. I got in the family minivan, went straight to the backseat, and cried the whole way home. There was a blizzard on the way home, which extended the trip by at least 3 hours. Even without the blizzard, I think it would be safe to say that it was the longest car ride of my life. And, that, I think, goes down in history as being the worst thanksgiving ever.

on a more serious note

I must say, today is a loaded today.
You see, today is Linda's 24th birthday.
And today is the last day of having Linda Lee as my roommate.

The triniti is finally breaking up. Last night we drew names out of a hat to determine who gets what art pieces off our living room walls. We've been socialists for so long, its hard to divvy up the goods after 3 years. Maybe if Solomon were here, he'd threaten to saw our coffee table in half so that Linda and I could each have half of it. That's what I think he'd do.

when you live together for 3 years and share EVERYTHING (you people know our clothes sharing craziness. if you ever compliment one of us on an outfit, you can guarantee we will say "Thanks, it's Becca's" or Thanks, its Linda's". I rarely wear all of my own clothes) it feels like a divorce when you split up. Not in the emotional sense, just in the sense of personal belongings. Like who gets the fridge that we all pitched in on? or the infamous vintage table?

To tell you the truth, I do like change. I like moving, I like getting rid of things. I look forward to where I will be living come January. But just for today, I feel wistful. To sound perfectly dramatic, I am closing a chapter of my life (did I just say that? yeah, I did. and its true).

So, here's the the triniti. Its been a good stint.
I bet you'll miss my amazing toaster.

happy birthday linda!

in the spirit of thanksgiving

I am inspired to write a list.
of things that I am particularly thankful for.
some of them are rather trivial and silly, but those are always easier to write about.
so here goes...these are a few things I am thankful for.

the No Direction Home soundtrack
Arrested Development season 2
Murder Mystery parties
Eggnog lattes
Matrix Dj's at going away parties
My sweatshirt collection
My t - shirt collection
phone conversations with my mom
late night text messaging
the 4th annual Roommate christmas
$12 Gap jeans find
Vintage dresses
Cheese Danishes
Pumpkin chocolate chip muffins
Personalized snowman ornaments (that are personalized with the name DREW)
Patty Griffin's "Long Ride Home"
the thought of moving to Long Beach
Thanksgiving break
San Fransisco

you can't always get what you want...

but sometimes I think that I can get whatever I want just by working hard.
or waiting a really long time.

beck likes hummus, Cash likes coca-cola

if you ever wanted to know what persnickety rock stars require for their backstage provisions, look no further. This site has over 200 contracts from various musicians -- stating their needs, wants, and ridiculous demands.

http://www.thesmokinggun.com/backstagetour/

twinsy

meet my twin, sara (of tegan & sara).
yes, they are twins.
yes, they are lesbians.
and apparently I look just like one of them (on the right).
its the bangs and scary facial structure.

willy wonkers

gene wilder always did terrify me.

here's mikey from Sherwood (a band on my label, also a friend) and his impression of gene wilder. its goooood.

here's the link, ch-ch-check it out: YOU WILL BE AMUSED
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=6228226787709089846&q=mikey+does+gene+wilder">mikey

strange things are afoot at the circle K....

wining and wooing and whining

went to three shows this weekend. fri, sat, sun.
each night, a different band from my label was performing somewhere in los angeles.
it was my task to woo them.
I wined them, I dined them.
I assured them that they were safe in the sidecho fold.
and now its monday and I am back at work.
but I feel that I never really left work.
I never really took off my sidecho shoes (if you will...and I do...)
and I think its safe to say that I am all show-ed out.
but then I will be at the detroit bar tonight.
I'm just that crrrrazy.

gratitude.

jen and shant made my day, my week, my life.
they listened to my sob story of all my hardships and troubles and they bought new tires for my car so I don't have to have another blowout on the freeway.
they said that they consider me to be family, and they have savings to help 'family emergencies', and they said this was one of those times.
I was crying a little bit. I cannot tell you how grateful I am to them.
tires, I know, its a silly thing. but I couldn't afford new ones and they are shot.
praise the Lord.
I love Jen and Shant.

tps report

today I wore a short skirt.
today I ate a pad thai bowl from trader joes. the tofu was awful and tasted like freezer burn.
today I got up a half hour early and sat in the quiet of the morning and prepared for my day. read a psalm.
today was much better than yesterday.
today I listened to BRMC, Beach Boys, Slick Shoes, Hot Snakes, and itunes party shuffle.

tonight I am going to the LAB.
tonight I will see a lot of people I know.
tonight I will probably see a few ex boyfriends.
tonight I will eat at the gypsy den with colin.
tonight my legs will get cold. poor planning on the skirt.
tonight I will stay in long beach. not sure where yet.

tomorrow...
well, I have no idea. but I think it will involve working, lunching, driving, and arrested development season 2.