Sesame Street: 25 Of [Someone’s] Favorite Memories

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Sesame Street: 25 Of My Favorite Memories – Progressive Boink

I found this on BoingBoing, and it made my heart sing with joy. Especially since I had a conversation about the “loaf of bread, container of milk, & stick of butter” skit with a certain friend.

For those who don’t know, my old dream job was working for Sesame Street. Somehow it got derailed after AmeriCorps when my 3/4″ Umatic TV skills were totally useless after missing the tipping point of digital editing. (Not that I wouldn’t rock at it now – I’ve played with an Avid, and I know what’s up.)

The point is that for a long time, working for Sesame Street was my dream job, and even though I have a new dream job‡, I’ll always love that freaking show.

My all-time favorite bit was the Pinball Song. I was nonplussed by Oscar the Grouch. I loved Grover, and therefore resented Elmo. There was a bit called "Teeny Little Super Guy", which was a, well, little guy painted on a glass, and he lived in a kitchen. My brother would put the hoop to our foam basketball pole on his head, and dance around as we sang "teeny little super guy, pops right up before your eye". Oh, what? I shouldn’t hav divulged that? Oh. I’m sorry.

 

‡My new dream job is to work as a librarian for Celebrity Cruises.

Dancing in plastic shake-up snow

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Once upon a time, I was in AmeriCorps*NCCC. I was based out of Washington, D.C. During my stint, I went to a Jimmy Eat World show at the 9:30 club. My whole team had begun listening to their albums, and a bunch of us went together.

There were camera crews everywhere, and as it turns out, they were filming the Jimmy Eat World DVD that night. That was in 2001, and just a few months ago I realized that I could Netflix the DVD.

Last night Jason and I watched it, and I spent a good deal of time four inches away from the screen, peering at the crowd shots for my grille. I noticed myself once, and made Jason laugh by exclaiming “Oh, look! There’s my tiny little head!”

We fast forwarded through most of it, but it reminded me that I used to listen to that music all the time. Especially running. We had physical training five days a week, so I did a lot of running.

I also scanned a lot of photographs, but will have to wait till this weekend to upload them to this here outsidcat because whoever was providing me with free wireless seems to have moved out or smashed their gizmo to bits.

Giant Shoebox

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There’s something about a giant building that makes it more silent when it rains. Maybe it’s because the noise is constant, so it smooths out the other noises. I don’t know. It’s kind of eerie. I’m used to rat-a-tat-tat against glass at the very least. My favorite place to be during a strong rain was always the machine shed. It’s a giant two-story cavernous tin building and even a light rain became a cacophony. Then again, I like exaggeration.

Best lunch hour ever.

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I came in to work early this morning, because my superstar co-worker/friend has a slow leak flat tire. I’m leaving late because I’ll go straight to pilates, so I have a full hour of luscious lunch time.

Are you ready for this?

I’m eating cheese ravioli drowned in Parmesan, which cost me $1.90; while knitting the Anton sweater; while listening to a knitting podcast.

I don’t know if life is really this good, or if it’s just my mood, but I’m feeling on top of the world.

Yesterday was the same. I won third place in the NCAA pool; I found the perfect apartment in Champaign, found out that they accept cats, and can show it on next Friday when I (and Jason) will be down there; I called up my friend Loran who graciously rearranged his schedule so he’ll be home on said Friday so Jason and I don’t have to get a hotel; I went to the new improved gigantic Salvation Army and scored major sweet purchases, including a $3 iPod car adaptor; I bought groceries for the first time in three weeks, including all sorts of fresh veggies and whatnot, and only spent $80; and while there, I found on sale, a jar of pure horseradish puree. Jason’s been looking for that crap for weeks. Now I have it, and it cost a dollar.

Oh, also, when I got to work, I had an email from my one remaining friend in Germany, and an email from Ali, who sent me a transcript of the New Yorker article about a knit shop. I’m going to post the article as a comment.

Traitors win. Cheaters don’t.

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Well, last night was a stunning and exciting defeat for the Illini. Why the hell am I blogging about it, since we all know I swore off baskeball after logging many hours as a cheerleader?

I got pressured into filling out a bracket for the First Annual Absolutely-Nothing-To-Do-With- A*****-Public-Affairs NCAA Basketball Pool. Having watched none of the season games, I turned to About.com for my answers. They used a logical method of choosing teams. They didn’t offer up a champion, so I turned to my father. He thought Illinois would choke, so I picked NC.

Turns out, I did better than I thought. All of the basketball-crazies who chose IL because they went there really made the bracket clear for me to climb all the way to third place. I won back my $10, and made $20 to boot. Now, I’ve accepted my invite to go study at UI, but I think that I can say that I’m not technically a student, because I don’t owe them any money yet.

I thought you’d really really need to know. I even took a camerapicture of myself flaunting the bills, but it’s just not transmitting the photo to my email, so you’ll just have to imagine my smug face.

Thanks, Kate!

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I’ve never been a subscriber of magazines. (I do, however, go subscribe to magazines frequently.)

Nevermind. Anyway, thanks to one Beihl Sister, I am now smitten like a kitten. You know, I’m just chilling out at 909, and all of a sudden I’m reading myself, in magazine form.

That’s not wholly true. But as for the crafty crafty aspect of my personalido, ReadyMade is it. As Kate explained, the magazine comes every two months, so it’s kind of like a celebration when it’s delivered. I like celebrations. I like crafts. I like couches made out of grass.

Lately I’ve been noticing that I’m inching closer and closer to adulthood, and being a subscriber of magazines (and the euphemism too) makes me feel like a bdult.

What? The sitemap works?

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No, no it doesn’t. I just started to design the gallery for the thousands and thousands of photographs I’ve taken. If you click on gallery you’ll actually be taken to a working page. (Don’t try this to the other links in the sitemap. You’ll be horribly disappointed.)

This set of images looks particulary good with a black background because they are mostly dark. I think I’m going to have to choose a lighter background color for the gallery template though, because other photos looked weird and disjointed with the black. I’m a little bit in love with the mint green/brown color combo, so that’s what I’ll play with first.

In any case, the gallery is my project o’ the month. I’ll let you know when I put new photos up.

I found a vibrator at a thrift store

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That got your attention. Yeah it did.

I was Goodwill hunting at a thrift store in Waukegan a few weeks ago, and noticed this vibrator sitting nonchalantly on one of the tables in the front of the store. I didn’t actually go pick it up and shake it, but I can only assume that there was a vibrator living inside that box. I was afraid it would bite me.

The little-known Panabrator II

I’m not a vibrator novice, nor am I a vibrator aficionada, but I do know that this thing looks like the Sharper Image vibrator from that one episode of Sex and the City.

I just thought you’d like to see it.

An Actual Bucket of Sunshine

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If I didn’t know better, I’d think that I accidentally slipped and fell into a pool of SSRIs. I’ve been on ultra-turbo drive since last night. At the library, I shelved like a mofo, and have started absorbing the Dewey Decimal system numbers. It was like a scene out of Party Girl, only in the children’s section, and without weed.

Then when I got home, I did laundry, downloaded an audiobook to my computer, and developed FOUR rolls of film! I’ve been ignoring the fact that I have a ton of film to develop, but the fear of messing up the photos I took of my friend Amber while she was 8.5 months pregnant had me stalled.

Then she sent me photos of her daughter. Seriously, I was hoping this kid would be neat, but she looks awesome. Maybe that’s just because I like her mom so much, but c’mon. This is a cute-ass punk rock baby.
Em, looking like a starlet

Em, looking like a rocker

Right?

So now I have film drying over my bathtub, and as soon as I get back from my weekend home I’m going to scan them, and all the other photos I’ve taken since 2005 began, and finally put together the gallery for outsidecat.