Aww.

I miss my Minnesota friends. You guys are the coolest-est.

Fizziday: The last...

I forgot to post this yesterday, my last Friday at Machinery, Inc.

3 days to go!

A fizziday anti-job

I've been skydiving a couple of times, done a pseudo-bungee thing, love the view from small planes, and am generally not too afraid of heights, but there is no f!cking WAY you could get me to be a window washer. The pay just couldn't possibly be enough.

Guilty pleasure music on a Fizziday

I've been in a sappy mood all week. Sappy moods require sappy music, and I haven't been able to get this song out of my head:
A friend suggested putting on Mom Jeans when listening to this, and honestly, I really have no room to argue. Still, I like the song because of the daydream it brings to mind. My daydreams are a lot like scenes from a movie, and the scene I see in my mind's eye when I hear this song is more than a little cliché.

I'm driving in my car, top stowed, down the California Incline onto the Pacific Coast Highway. Of course I make the light at the bottom of the hill, and curve right out onto the wide-open road. The camera pulls back as I drive off into a sunny morning in Santa Monica.

Cheesy, right? I know. But I love it, and I will re-enact the scene when I get there in June. I can't wait. I miss my home.

Fizziday.

Only a short Fizziday post this time to marvel about the abundance of sunshine flowing into my studio window at almost 5:30 this afternoon. I'm normally not a fan of daylight savings, but this... is... nice.

New feature: Fizziday.

Some things put a bit of fizz in my brain. A song, a scene from a movie, a quote from a book, a haiku. Fizzy things on Friday. Fizziday.

Diane Court: Nobody thinks it will work, do they?
Lloyd Dobler: No. You just described every great success story.