Thursday, December 23, 2004

I'm sorry I missed you last night, Upma. I would have had fun playing Scrabble with you. We should make a date to do that again soon.

Yesterday, I convinced Yoe that one of my favorite foods was a thing I invented called Chefrito casserole. Chefrito casserole, if you want the recipe, is this: one bag of Cheetos, one bag of Fritos, and a bottle of mustard. Smash the Cheetos and the Fritos together, cover in mustard, and bake. Yoe was absolutely horrified and I had
to swear to her that I'd never actually eaten such a thing.

Things are still good-ish, getting better-ish. Who wants a hug? I'm giving em out!

Monday, December 20, 2004

Zach, happy birthday!
Happy Holidays to everyone as well. Kanui - I want to know all the super cool homemade presents you've been making.
We just celebrated Hanukahmas. (I received one gift for each of the senses and Ted got presents in black or white). We also just got back from Vegas with 18 friends. (no marriages). Since only one ninth of those people gamble, the rest of us went to see celebrity impersonators, lounge about the spa, haunt the piano bar at the Bellagio, eat from a few bad buffets and learn the secrets of King Tut's tomb. But it's so nice to be back in smoke-free and quiet Austin. Vegas is all flash and jangle. (and as my grad school friend pointed out, everything new there is an imitation of something else). Tomorrow we head to Michigan for more Holiday stuff. But Shelly and Angie - I'm looking forward to seeing you both at the reunion this weekend. Og snoclaf.

Thursday, December 16, 2004

My Evening
A short play by Zachary Mull

Act one:

Edward McKay, evening

Yoe is talking to hippy with a beard and no
moustache and a rainbow colored tam. He exits.

Z: Was that your brother?
Yoe: Yeah.
Z: What's his name?
Yoe: Adam.
Z: Adam Yoe. That sounds familiar.
Yoe: He's not my real brother. We were
spiritually bonded by a shaman.
Z: oh.

Act two:

Outside of Edward McKay.

Yoe is discussing being a young lesbian in Alabama.

Yoe: I got attacked on the street once.
Z: Jesus, Yoe, that's awful.
Yoe: Me and the guy who attacked me ended up in
the same floor in the hospital. I think the cops
should have seperated us better.
Z: You put him in the hospital? What do you do?
Yoe: I stabbed him.
(silence)
Z: Well... I guess sometimes you just have to stab
a motherfucker.
Yoe: I'm such a pushover. I didn't even press
charges.

End.

Sunday, December 12, 2004

Kainui - I saw the new Stitch n Bitch today, finally. Pretty awesome. I'm totally excited for you. What's the stuff you're talking about with the stitching blog? I may have missed something key to finding your stuff on that site, so fill me in.

Yesterday was my 29th birthday. It was nice.

Saturday, December 11, 2004

That is so cool and exciting.

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

I am an impatient person. It's an unfortune character flaw. The last few days have been long and frustrating. Work has been slow for me. (Actually, the store has been very busy, but it's mostly text buy-back, which I don't do, so I have nothing to do but sit around.) And our album art is taking forever to finish. I'm pulling my hair out over this thing. On top of that, I've been talking to a girl that I could really enjoy talking to a lot more, but you know how it goes. Everything is testing the waters. We're both nervous about stepping out. Slow, slow, slow. But, I like this girl a whole lot for someone I don't actually know that well. So, I'm applying every bit of the drops of knowledge I have about this stuff, and feeling, with some surprise, that I might come out on top this time. (Funny story, I guess. I asked her out two years ago, in the most awkward, awful, full on geek way possible, but nothing came of it. No scene or anything, no crash and burn. She moved away really soon after that. At the time, I just assumed that she wasn't interested, but who knows. Maybe it was the move. She's back, now. We're going to get pumpkin squares on my birthday. I hope.)

I'm getting out. Taking long walks. Eating leafy greens. Better and better.

Thursday, December 02, 2004

I know its a bad sign when you think good times are the exception and bad times are the norm. But, I've been happy just to be lately. There are some pleasant prospects on the horizon in a number of areas. There is a skip in my step.