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Kitty cat energy is like nothing else. Seriously. The O’s are driving me insane.
This is them coming home three weeks ago. Since that day, Oscar went from being 4 lbs to 5.6. Olive went from 2.4 to 4. 
Priscilla is ready for winter and your visit. Drives are sealed and leaves are at long last blown down into the gulch. Your room is waiting and so are the cheesy fries at Arthurs. The O’s keep a lot of crazy going on, terrorizing toilet paper rolls, playing with feet, eating plants, and the poor red sofa is taking even more of a beating. Sometimes I think I see Simon outside.
The CE’s awesomeness has not dimmed. Do you know they are going to do a “cupping” for cn, for a cn blend? Tony mentioned “full bodied, nutty, with a bright edge”. I think for sure nutty.
And of course the family you left on Elm St will be super excited to see you too. Don’t let them force any snowman costumes on you, though you might wax nostalgic long enough to let them try.
Til then,
Yours,
PL
I like to rotate the music on my mp3 player, to serenade me throughout the day, around the loop, over the Chicago River, and block out the noise of the crazy homeless person sitting next to me. Some things come and go, but one that always remains is Rachmaninoff Symphony Nr. 2, recorded with my dear friends, PJ and the gang. When the 3rd movement begins, I hear Richie begin his solo, and all the people that I love, and I always sigh. I remember the amazing people I have in my life, the amazing experiences I’ve had, and all the good to come. Sometimes, you just need a little reminder in the form of a musical hug. I miss you guys!
The summer album of Priscillaneous has been decided. Last summer it was MiniGoGo mixes, Death Cab for Cutie, and Kullervo. Yes, we love classy emo mixes,
I give you, the Shins.
DJBK first introduced me to the Shins during our jaunt on 14ers in CO – but it was a friend of the collective family that introduced us to this album. It’’s catchy. You should listen.
I’m not sure what this summer will bring. I think camping in the backyard, roadtrips, world domination, lazy sundays, a smattering of drama, so really, just the usual.
I love this site. Partly for the wares, partly for the funny. See below.
NOTICE TO ALL WOOT EMPLOYEES
From: The Big Boss Man
Re: Today’s iPod Nano Sale
People, I’m extremely disappointed. I thought we were all on the same page. Answer me this: What is Woot? Who are we, as a company?
No, don’t actually answer, you soft-headed ninnies. It’s rhetorical. I’ll tell you who we are. We’re that site that sells the cheap junk. Right? At least that’s how I thought of us. And I and a lot of your colleagues have worked extremely hard for a long time to ensure that that’s what our customers thought of us, too.
But now I come back from a measly six-week getaway to my private island in the Bahamas and what do I find? We’re selling the latest iPod Nano? Seriously?
Not the second generation? Not an off-brand copycat mp3 player? What’s wrong with you all? You should have seen the fit I threw in the executive spa. Lotions and balms were flying everywhere. I’m pretty sure I cracked a couple 17th-Century Delftware tiles. You know how Poppa gets when he’s upset.
One of my personal assistants—the short one who wears the funky glasses, I forget names—finally calmed me down a little by assuring me that AT LEAST these Nanos are refurbished. But what meager comfort that is! I mean—Crom on a crutch, people, look at these things! They’re really nice.
They’ve got that “accelerometer” thing where you can shake ‘em to shuffle your music. They’ve got Cover Flow so you can browse your library by flipping through the album art. They play videos on a crisp and vivid two-inch widescreen display. How is this “crap?”
Look, I’m not totally dead-set against us offering a fancy, well-made, sought-after piece of consumer electronics once in a while. But the Woot way to handle a sale like that is to only offer one color (the ugliest one). Shorty McGlasses tells me we’re carrying this in ALL the new colors! WTF!?
It’s too late to fix it now, but I want everyone who helped set up this eight-gig fourth-generation iPod Nano deal to know that I’m peeved. This is going to undo a lot of the brand identity we’ve carefully and deliberately cultivated over the years. We’re going to have to work double-hard to make up for it, so I had better see some MUCH crummier merch on the site in coming days. I’m talking Ab-Tilts, Leak Frogs, pole dancers that you plug into your USB ports, like that. Real Island-of-Misfit-Electronics stuff.
And the next time you people offer a great item like this, there will be HELL TO PAY. I swear I’ll move the corporate headquarters to my Bahamian island, declare it the sovereign nation of Wootopia, install myself as Supreme Leader, and institute the guillotine as punishment for treason against the brand. I MEAN IT.
Sincerely,
The Big Boss
P.S. Marcia in HR is celebrating her birthday today. We’re all gathering in the upstairs break room for cupcakes and well-wishes at 2:45. Join us!
I’ve stolen this from the other W because it makes me laugh. My sinking-ship of a body said no to the visit in Madison (that’s right, my body was telling me no) but I was there in spirit. Maybe. I love these guys, look how fun they are.
Back Row: [Ms. Stanifer, Leslie, Dude, Katie GaGa, Vanessa]
Second Row: [Brown Noser, Billy Elliot, The Sauce, O'Doyle, Student Exchange Suissë]
Front Row: [Stacy, Griffith, QB 2, Kiki Schmabling, Jeannie]
Not Pictured Due to Renal Failure: [Xenex, Wj Skczn]
When I first moved in to priscillaneous, it took a solid 2 years for Simon and I to bond – mostly because I had other small furries that were vying for my affection and doing very bad things for my attention. But not soon after we had, I found at times he played hard to get, and therefore I had to force him to love me a little, usually by shutting him in my room – pets without opposable thumbs are easy marks.
Forced love looks a bit like this;
Today I sent a score overnight, to Hungary because why not, for my Sir Maestro – and even though he forgot the scores to the set of parts I on which toiled the better part of January, including a lot of sleepless nights, I still couldn’t be mad. All he’d have to do is wink and say ‘right-o’ and he’d win me over again. At times you almost feel held hostage by them, they sneak in through the soft underbelly and force you to love them, maybe just a little against your will. I’ve learned a lot from my maestros, like that Kullervo is a masterwork, how to mix the perfect martini, most arguments can be won with a wink and a smile, you can’t fake meter changes in Petrouchka, and if you call me the cheeky librarian, the cute librarian, or even just the nice librarian, you will win my affection.
And Simon, I am sorry for forcing you to love me, but … I’m not going to stop.
On bed rest, spending too much time on youtube and blogs,
for my single ladies,
for my cat-loving ladies,
for single crazy cat-loving ladies…
(this is your warning)
Gray and rainy Chicago brings out my fondness for old movies, 1940s glam, and crazy femme fatales. In one of her best scenes,
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