Saturday, February 11, 2006

This is how lame I am ...

Sitting through a scientific presentation this week, I couldn't stop thinking how beautiful this electron scanning microscope picture of an astrocyte blebbing was. The science that I was supposed to be absorbing became a lost cause; instead I thought about how I'd love to have that picture on my wall. Or in my wildly successful magazine that I publish regularly in my mind.
I took Eva to Value Village yesterday for our semi-regular pilgrimage to the shrine of cheap clothes, and found myself looking exclusively at grey tops. At one point I had four grey tops to try on. And then I realised that the reason I was so drawn to grey was because Bry Webb is so devastating in this grey sweater. And it's a black and white photo! The sweater could actually be purple for all I know!
On the plus side, I ended up buying a long-sleeved, scoop-necked, button-down, ribbed dark grey sweater for $4.00!
And it looks exceedingly cute on me, if I do say so myself.
We stopped at Orange Julius afterward, and I dithered around so that the new server would take our order, instead of the old server, because I knew from past experience that the old server doesn't run the blender long enough and the orange julii are watery instead of foamy.

I don't think she deems us to be blender-worthy.

I raced out to buy the newly-released Belle and Sebastian cd, which in itself is definitely not lame. But I think I was even more excited about the liner notes than about the cd itself. They are 32 pages long! And half of that is Q and A! If you've ever visited the B & S website, you know the Q and A section is a highlight, with questions ranging from random declarations of love to requests for diet advice (?) to indefinably odd ones like this:

Q: I killed three squirrels in two days. Unintentionally.

A: Tell it to the judge, small nut-collecting mammal killer

And I almost pissed myself on first listen to the song Another Sunny Day. It's a very poppy lilty melody and after Stuart sings: "we're playing for our lives, the referee gives us fuck all", the rest of the band comes in all poppy-chorusy: "the referee gives us fuck all".

It shouldn't be as funny as it is, but it's fucking hilarious!

Perhaps because I am lame.

12 comments:

Stephanie said...

I would get 3 seperate frames and put one in each one and it could be like a series. Oh astrocytes, and they could be diagonal along the wall. Or maybe verticle depending how high the wall is. Or horizontal if you're not into being daring

Ruh said...

Hello, Episode 3 is up and I'm running around the interwebz pimping it at people, so if you feel like it head on over and have a listen! :)

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Why would horizontal not be daring, Stephanie? Depends on the room, I think. But seeing as those pictures belong to someone else, it's all moot anyway. I probably shouldn't even have used them here.

Ruhee, I'm heading over there for a listen. Thanks for the heads up. Are you going to New Pornographers this weekend? You can catch a ride with us, if you want.

Ruh said...

Thanks for the offer - I WISH! I have no money for concert tickets at the moment. My priority is going to see Ellis Marsalis the week after my birthday, so I have to save for that. I already bought my Metric ticket though - will you be at that?

Have fun at the New Pornos for me, you lucky bums :P

Barbara Bruederlin said...

That's a shame, Ruhee. Will give Neko and Carl a hug for you. I'm not going to Metric, but Eva's planning to. We are going to Hawksley Workman together though. Woohoo!
I still haven't had a chance to listen to your new podcast (I will tonight), but I checked the playlist - an Oylympic theme - clever. And how can you resist anything with the Arrogant Worms?

Grover said...

Orange Julii? hahahahahahahah!

You do realize now that the phrase "astrocyte blebbing" is going to be stuck in my head, repeating like a skipping record. :-) Wouldn't that make a great name for a band? Right up there with the photographic term "circles of confusion".

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Andy, there's a photographic term "circles of confusion"? That's brilliant, sort of describes my photography skills, actually.
Astrocyte blebbing would indeed make a stellar name for a band - something electronic, I'm thinking.

Ruh said...

That's what I thought too. The Worms are clearly Canada's best. (ha ha ha ... what a world that would be)

I will be jealous of you for a long time if you hug Neko, but at least get a photograph of it (will it beat George's bear hug? - probably not).

I AM READING YOUR BLOG AT SCHOOL HAHAHAHA. TAX DOLLARS AT WORK.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Ruhee, you are such a BAD influence on my offspring!

However, I did listen to your podcast tonight. Loved Can't Always Get What You Want. I hate to sound like an old fart, but that was when the Stones songs were good. And you were very restrained on your Sloan references - what happened?

Thanks, as well for the contribution to misheard lyrics! Those rock!

Ruhee said...

Ha ha - what happened? I did the entire 'cast in under an hour. I was so strapped for time this week. Fear not for the next two weeks will be highly Sloan-influenced, to say the least, so I can make up for it.

Jas Bhambra said...

Thanks for loaning the new CD to me, Barb. And those almost 32 page long Q & A were hilarious!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Ruhee, your personal stamp is a Sloan belt buckle, methinks. Sort of like how I rant about the Constantines all the time.

Jas, glad you liked Belle and Sebastian. They grow on you like toilet mould, but much more pleasantly.