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Bride Cat Wedwinking Hijinks

Chuck and I spent an hour lounging on the couch:

1. Watching Lawerence Welk
2. Discovering the world of wedwinking

The Welk was weird enough. At a low point, I grabbed ye old ibook and looked up "bride cat." Did I mention Bride Cat before? It's a little character I made up one night before bed. Basically, it's a cat in a wedding dress. No real background per se, but it cracks us up.

So Chuck encouraged me to google it. And what a world I found.

Here's the first website I hit. Be careful if you're looking at work, it's got quite the musical score in the background.

Now we both looked at each other and said, "Huh?" And, "What the heck is wedwinking?"

Apparently, according to about.com, wedwinking is like a human wedding, but for cats!

Chuck and I checked out loads and loads of these these poorly put together wedwinking sites. We even checked out the CLAW site, apparently the origin of wedwinking.

It's all more than a tad creepy, no?

Wait--on a related note, here's something v. v. funny we found on a google search for "bride cat." Maybay I'm wrong, but that sure doesn't look like a cat to me.

Sprinkles and Tiger

I wish it wasn't raining.

a. It makes me cranky.
b. I have to go usher about an author at the Tribeca Family Festival

If it were bright and sunny I'd love heading out. Instead I kind of want to roll back into bed, snuggle up with Snakey (my body pillow), and pull an afghan over my head.

In other news, Chuck went out yesterday and got Tiger, the new Mac OS, the second it went on sale yesterday. He said it was quite a scene at Tekserve. They were giving out paper Tiger watches and he scored one for me. Sweet. I guess I should install Tiger too? It does do some nifty tricks.

Blood

So I got the dreaded results back from my physical. If you can believe it, after a year of living on ice cream and sugar cereal my results were just as good as when I was religiously on WW. In fact, some of my scores were better (like the good cholestrol).

No, this does not mean I will continue along the sweet sweet path of carbs and sugar and concretes. It just means I'll flog myself a little less.

I Summon You

Head on over to chuck's blog. Guess what's happening in the picture. Win no prize.

Best Week Ever Live

Somehow I ended up on the UCB email list. Gmenerally, I'm not enticed--but last week I got an announcement about a LIVE! version of Best Week Ever. So I bought tickets.

Kambri and I met at a bar before the show. Chuck met up with us a little later. Good times were had, there was much (much-needed) commiserating amongst the publicists that's always a relief.

When we got to the show, there was a long line. Everone on that line looked around 19. Whatevs. I like the freaking show--and I'm closer to age of the peopIe ON the show. And that makes me so much cooler for sure!

About the show, I'll say this--It was brilliant. I haven't laughed that loud in a loooong time. All the best folks from Best Week Ever were there: Christian Finnegan, Jessie Klein, Sherrod Small, and Paul Scheer (oh how I would have loved Doug Benson too--he's so funny he makes me cry). It wasn't a very polished show--from the standpoint of organization--but maybe that was for the best. There was some very very funny stand-up, some impromptu analysis of news clips and more.

And this isn't just "Rachel-Who-Likes-Everything" talking--it's Rachel-With-The-Capacity-To-Criticize.
A good time was had by all. If they do this again (this was the very first time they tried it) I'm going to make all my friends come too. It's the right thing to do.

Mean Rachel, Mean Mean

Our temp is making me nutsy. Seriously nutsy. That's what cubicle life is like. If I didn't have to sit next to him, it would never ever have gotten to this point.

What point? The point where my blood boils when he answers the phone. Sweet.

3 Hour Tour

My hair cut/dye took three hours last night. Ivory must have cut each hair individually. She also comped me some special conditioning treatment. My hair is short and soft and a little red now.

Stairs Not Mastered

Our building elevators have been wonky lately. Last night I had to walk up the stairs to my apartment.

Eight flights later and I thought my heart was going to pound out of my chest and bounce off the floor. What makes stairs so physically hard? I can do the elliptical just fine. . .

Jamba Jared

If I were a rich girl, I would pull a "Jared" but instead of Subway sandwiches, I would subsist on Jamba Juice. The Turbo Tropic, Mango Mantra, mmmmmmm.

And then I would appear on TV in a big pair of pants and tell everyone to drink lots of Jamba Juice. Maybe I'd get a book deal--Jared did.

A little Wednesday morning fantasy. . . .

BTW, in an unrelated matter, my Chuck is the most fantastic Chuck in all the land.

Liquor

Any one know a good liquor sponsor? Trying to find one for a party. Trying hard. It will happen, I'm sure.

Last night I drank a lot of wine. I should find a sponsor for our apartment.