Yvette's Inner Geek Blog

Words cannot describe the desire I have to make a book bar of my own.

the amazing full story (and this photo) linked from http://www.vestaldesign.com/projects/bookbar/

On a sort of related note, you can now have a beer belly and drink it, too.  Or something of the sort… best of all, remove the beer belly at the end of your NASCAR event for easier access to the Porcelain God! Biting sarcasm aside, it still made me smile.  I don’t drink a lot of beer, but I’d rather wear that than one of those benign pregnancy bellies.

link: http://www.thebeerbelly.com/ 

I put my name, my husband’s name and my dad’s name into the lottery to get tickets to the Antiques Roadshow when they come to Salt Lake City on June 24.  The date passed for hearing if I got them, so I moved on.

A couple weeks ago, I found out from my co-worker that Garrison Keillor was coming to SLC to record a "Prairie Home Companion" radio episode, which struck me as an opportunity I didn’t want to miss.  Hubby agreed, and we shelled out the cash for not cheap, but not too expensive tickets to go.

Two days later, my dad called me to tell me that he got two Antiques Roadshow tickets with an entry time of 3:30.

Garrison Keillor’s show starts at 3:45.

I could go to both if the entry time to the Roadshow were earlier, and I’ve been trying to trade them with a posting on Craigslist and telling everyone I know out here.  No takers.  I could try selling them on eBay and purchasing tickets for an earlier time, which is what I should probably do if I really want to go.  Of course the tickets "are not for resale," so everybody on eBay has, for example, "a fancy white envelope, with bonus two Roadshow tickets" for sale.  Nice trick.

Anyway, I look at my situation and wonder how many people under age 30 have this kind of problem with two conflicting events when the events are Public Television vs. Public Radio. I don’t care about being on television with my antiques (in fact I sort of hope that I’m not… unless the tv will shave off 20 pounds, I’m definitely not fit enough for a video documentation of any sort). 

I really hope that I can experience both.  It may be a long day, and my friends and future children may think I’m batty, but by golly I’m psyched.  

P.S. I would have said "by golly" before I ever moved to Utah. I am swearing less here, though. 

It’s been so long, I almost forgot how to add a new entry with Movable Type. Sheesh.  *Kermit face* Ready for some randomness as I get ready to start blogging again more regularaly?

Things are settling down a little bit with the house.  We are having some new windows put in this week, which will have screens, so that we can actually open the windows all the way without

1. the cats getting out
or
2. the spiders getting in

We’re in the middle of figuring out a plan to wire the house for ethernet and cable.  Right now we have one working connection that we have to share, with cat-5 cables draped to our respective computers and the Xbox.  I just got the urge to play DDR, but I should probably go to work instead.

Fefferbee, listen up – The next time I’m in Seattle, I want you to go here with me: The Science Fiction Museum and Hall of Fame. It’s by the Space Needle.  I just learned that Neil Gaiman is MCing the induction of George Lucas, Anne McCaffrey, Frank Kelly Freas and Frank Herbert.  Sweet.

I went to the local library to sign up for a card yesterday, and when I got there I realized that I had forgotten proof of residence.  I went in anyway to look around, and I was impressed with the size of the library for the size of the town in which I now live.  I tried not to pick up too many books because I couldn’t check anything out, but just got a feel for the library.

People who go to libraries hopefully know what I mean by that.  Different libraries are just different.  I remember going to the downtown Cleveland library when I was a kid and being totally blown away by the “old” feeling and awesome architecture.  Smaller towns, and even the downtown Cincinnati library, don’t have that.  But the good news is that I think I’ll be comfortable in the new library.  The librarian at the desk was the nicest I remember a librarian being (to a stranger, at least) in a long time.

Fighting… DDR… coffee making me so awake… must use alertness for work.  See ya!