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in loving, laughing memory of JRW `@-->---` feed me go home: hullcloth.com just who do i think i am: cut from hull cloth previous woofing: fellow babblers: Greetings from Evanston, Ill. Big Dump Truck Driver's Log Pet Rock Star Brian's Daily Rant Spam-O-Matic Curious Furious torasan04's Journal Answer Girl DC Metro Blog Map misc-ing links: hullcloth.com Top5 Pets The Accidental Guitarist Close But No Guitar Style Invitational Losers The Top Five List Ruminations bradsimanek.com	Tuesday, November 23, 2004 Pad tie I thought it would be harder to say goodbye to my eggcrate foam mattress pad than it was. I left it out with Monday's trash without so much as a lump in my throat or a backwards glance. It had developed over the years a Sandra-shaped groove that rather defeated its purpose of support, but I held on to it out of inertia. Inertia and nostalgia. The only full night Jim and I ever got to spend together was spent upon it. For the longest time afterward, he would say to me whenever we reminisced, "Your bed is the softest bed I've ever been in." While I know he didn't mean just because of its accoutrements I long gave credit to the pad all the same. Its replacement has been ordered but not yet delivered. In spite of my allergies, I have selected a down pad, reckoning that it will be covered by covers and I react badly to down pillows only in my eyes. My face won't be on the mattress pad directly. More on this if hives develop. Jim can never be replaced in my heart but there is ample room there for another love. this piece woven by Sandra Hull @ 9:42 PM Friday, November 19, 2004 Somewhere, a purple cow is laughing In late September I ordered this lined leather jacket, in eggplant. I had had my eye on it for some time, then it went on sale, I had a coupon, my birthday was coming up... what choice did I have? It was even delivered ON my birthday. I tried it on, zipped it up and all seemed well, only it was a little too warm outside for the next 6 weeks or so to wear it more than once or twice, open. This Monday it was crisp enough out to require lined leather, and zipped up at that. I had trouble getting the zipper pull to catch at the bottom at first. After a little futzing I got it zipped, but when I arrived at work and caught my reflection in the elevator button panel I saw that the zipper had split from the bottom. Not properly engaged, not unlike its owner. Phooey. I called customer service of the catalog I bought it from. They would be glad to exchange it, but that particular jacket in my size and that color is not available until a month from now. Double phooey. Then a ray of hope: "We will reimburse you for the cost of repair" said Sylvia the customer service rep. Sing hallelujah. Next, I called a dry cleaning establishment that specializes in leather and is just up the street from my house. I called, only to find they are not open on a Monday. Tuesday I dropped off my pretty purple jacket. The propietor promised either a quick zipper pull replacement for under $15 or else a complete zipper replacement for $40. Not being a leather expert myself and having bought the jacket based solely on the attached photo, I was heartened that the dry cleaner person admired it, praising the quality of the leather. She went on to compliment my driving, having watched me navigate the narrow alley connecting the street to the parking lot behind the building. Hearing the next day that it would be the more expensive remedy for the jacket made me suspect I might have been buttered up somewhat. That will be forgiven if the repair goes, well, seamlessly and is delivered as promised in a week. this piece woven by Sandra Hull @ 10:19 PM Tuesday, November 16, 2004 Now is the Winner of our Disc Contest (Aplogies to Wm. Shakespeare, his heirs, assigns, and anybody else in a position to sue the pantaloons off me.) With 99% of precincts reporting, and Peter Jennings blathering away incoherently to himself in the corner, we have declared a winner. A laurel and hearty congratulations to J.J. Gertler, for correctly devining which of the following was untrue. Wear that Hernan's Hernit's CD in good health! I learned to my sorrow that mixing Dark Ash Blonde with Light Ash Brown hair coloring with an aim to arriving at a shade somewhere in the middle, say, Medium Ash Brownish-Blonde, results in Hot Volcanic Ash Purple. Bingo! I DID mix the two shades together and WAS slightly alarmed at the reddish color developing in the bottle, but once applied to my tresses it turned out to be just a little lighter than Light Ash Brown and a little darker than Dark Ash Blonde. No harm, no foul, no sorrow. My wallet, left inadvertently yet rather conspicuously on the front passenger seat of my car was still there, contents intact, when I went looking for it some 24 hours later. Through either the inherent goodness of mankind or the inherent obliviousness of same, my wallet survived its overnight adventure in the car. Of course, with Bob the Bobblehead Dog to watch over it, I really shouldn't be surprised. I installed a wireless network to connect 2 PCs and a laptop in my ~600 sq. ft. condo, where I am the sole human inhabitant. Sadly, I am that much of a geek. I bought a laptop a few months ago in anticipation of some roadtrips and because I spend enough time in front of my desktop PC that the ability to compute away in a different part of the condo, even out on the terrace, was appealing. The network setup lets me access stuff on my desktop PC hard drive without endless wear-and-tear on my thumb drive, not to mention enables use of the DSL connection without stringing cable everywhere for me to trip over. Enough rationalizing for you? I watched "Pulp Fiction" for the very first time ever. Yes, Brian, it's true. I somehow managed to avoid seeing this movie for an entire decade. And while I did enjoy it when finally able to view it, I really needn't have bothered. Between a co-worker's rapt description when it first came out in 1994 (the movie, not the co-worker) and countless quotes of key lines (mmmmm... key line pie...) by countless e-correspondents, I had a major sense of déjà vu. (Runner-up title for this post: "Look at the big brain on J.J.!") Oh, and I must state for the record: only one time in recent memory have I watched a movie for the first time ever in the form of an edited commerical broadcast. I much prefer experiencing something in it's natural state, at least the first time around. Subsequent viewings in bowlderized form, perhaps, but then usually as background noise while I'm curled up on the couch with the laptop, 10 feet away from the desktop PC. I was inspired by a Mitsubishi commercial to buy a Tommy James & the Shondells CD. Again, sadly, so very true. In spite of a childhood fondness for Hanky Panky (never mind my adult fondness for same, without italics), the only bit of the oeuvre of Mr. James et al. that I owned was a long-since lost-track-of 45 of Crimson and Clover b/w, IIRC, Sweet Cherry Wine. But the first time I heard the first few chords of Draggin' the Line in the commercial with all the red-jumpsuit-clad Mistubishi "employees" lined up along the roadside, I had an early-70s flashback. Prescription: purchase of one (used) Greatest Hits CD. Two further (heh, heh) musical notes: 1) Draggin' the Line has a lyric about being happy "huggin' a tree when you get near it". Origin of the term "tree-hugger" or simple coincidence? Anyone? (Sorry, I'm just asking here. No prize for correct answer, because I don't know what that answer is.) 2) I didn't mention in the contest post, but the same Mitsubishi ad people are responsible for the sale of a T. Rex CD for their use a few years ago of Twentieth Century Boy. But what kind of car did I buy this past summer? A Mazda. this piece woven by Sandra Hull @ 10:16 PM Sunday, November 14, 2004 Double Vision So Sandra, you ask, how are those new bifocals working out for you? Fine, and thanks for remembering/asking. Friends had warned of grave danger when looking down at the top of an escalator with the bifocals and of dizziness with the contacts where one lens has been corrected for distance, but neither configuration has proved problematic. It took but one or two wearings to adjust to the glasses and my right eye has always been so much worse than my left that the new contact configuration didn't faze me at all, other than getting used to looking at something with my right eye when I really want to see it, whereas up until now I have used my stronger left eye for same. You may also recall that I opted for the line-less "progressive" lenses in my glasses. Vanity, schmanity. I believe that is what made the adjustment as smooth as it has been. But I have noticed others' glasses much more of late, noting who has what line and where. Most surprising was when I re-watched a favorite videotape, a 1995 Wizard of Oz concert with an all-star cast, i.e. Jewel as Dorothy, Roger Daltrey as the Tin Man, Jackson Browne as the Scarecrow, And Many More. Among the celebrity musicians is one of my faves, guitarist Ry Cooder. A closeup of him during a rehearsal reveals him wearing bifocals, with visible lines. This made me feel for the very first time the teensiest bit ashamed of my no-lines choice: both of his lenses had the line when in fact it is no secret that he is missing his left eye. this piece woven by Sandra Hull @ 10:44 PM Thursday, November 11, 2004 Fluff piece The time came to replace my bed pillows. Faced with a daunting array of firmnesses and fillers in the pillow section at the local Bed, Bath and Beyond, I nonetheless quickly settled on a pair of synthetic down "side-sleeper" pillows. Allergies, don't you know. I spend as much time sleeping on my back as I do on my side, but surprisingly this has neither hindered my sleep nor resulted in my arrest by the Pillow Police. I expected a period of adustment; after all, I was replacing foam contour pillows that I had used for sevreral years but the very first night with the new synthetic down pillows, I fell in love, not to mention directly to sleep. And I stayed asleep. All night, something I hadn't been doing lately. Next change: replacement of the "egg-crate" foam pad that's been on the bed since... well, let's just say for long enough. this piece woven by Sandra Hull @ 5:52 PM Tuesday, November 09, 2004 This time, it's interactive Blogging via ESP isn't getting it. While I attempt to get back in the groove, try this Happy Fun Contest Activity. One of the following DID NOT happen in the period since my last post and is, in fact, fictional. Which one is it? First correct answer to arrive via either the comment or e-mail links below wins a Herman's Hermits Greatest Hits CD. My feline legal advisers tell me I must disclose that upon my first listen to said CD following purchase thereof I felt as if I had bought a watch from a guy on the street only to realize later it was a Ronex, not a Rolex. The songs are familiar but they sound like they were recorded by Hernan's Hernits. One guess per person, please. I learned to my sorrow that mixing Dark Ash Blonde with Light Ash Brown hair coloring with an aim to arriving at a shade somewhere in the middle, say, Medium Ash Brownish-Blonde, results in Hot Volcanic Ash Purple. My wallet, left inadvertently yet rather conspicuously on the front passenger seat of my car was still there, contents intact, when I went looking for it some 24 hours later. I installed a wireless network to connect 2 PCs and a laptop in my ~600 sq. ft. condo, where I am the sole human inhabitant. I watched "Pulp Fiction" for the very first time ever. I was inspired by a Mitsubishi commercial to buy a Tommy James & the Shondells CD. this piece woven by Sandra Hull @ 9:00 PM
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loose threads, fabrications, purls of wisdom and other belabored puns baste on my adventures in real life

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Tuesday, November 23, 2004

Pad tie

I thought it would be harder to say goodbye to my eggcrate foam mattress pad than it was. I left it out with Monday's trash without so much as a lump in my throat or a backwards glance. It had developed over the years a Sandra-shaped groove that rather defeated its purpose of support, but I held on to it out of inertia. Inertia and nostalgia. The only full night Jim and I ever got to spend together was spent upon it. For the longest time afterward, he would say to me whenever we reminisced, "Your bed is the softest bed I've ever been in." While I know he didn't mean just because of its accoutrements I long gave credit to the pad all the same.

Its replacement has been ordered but not yet delivered. In spite of my allergies, I have selected a down pad, reckoning that it will be covered by covers and I react badly to down pillows only in my eyes. My face won't be on the mattress pad directly. More on this if hives develop.

Jim can never be replaced in my heart but there is ample room there for another love.

this piece woven by Sandra Hull @ 9:42 PM

Friday, November 19, 2004

Somewhere, a purple cow is laughing

In late September I ordered this lined leather jacket, in eggplant. I had had my eye on it for some time, then it went on sale, I had a coupon, my birthday was coming up... what choice did I have? It was even delivered ON my birthday. I tried it on, zipped it up and all seemed well, only it was a little too warm outside for the next 6 weeks or so to wear it more than once or twice, open. This Monday it was crisp enough out to require lined leather, and zipped up at that. I had trouble getting the zipper pull to catch at the bottom at first. After a little futzing I got it zipped, but when I arrived at work and caught my reflection in the elevator button panel I saw that the zipper had split from the bottom. Not properly engaged, not unlike its owner. Phooey.

I called customer service of the catalog I bought it from. They would be glad to exchange it, but that particular jacket in my size and that color is not available until a month from now. Double phooey.

Then a ray of hope: "We will reimburse you for the cost of repair" said Sylvia the customer service rep. Sing hallelujah.

Next, I called a dry cleaning establishment that specializes in leather and is just up the street from my house. I called, only to find they are not open on a Monday. Tuesday I dropped off my pretty purple jacket. The propietor promised either a quick zipper pull replacement for under $15 or else a complete zipper replacement for $40.

Not being a leather expert myself and having bought the jacket based solely on the attached photo, I was heartened that the dry cleaner person admired it, praising the quality of the leather. She went on to compliment my driving, having watched me navigate the narrow alley connecting the street to the parking lot behind the building. Hearing the next day that it would be the more expensive remedy for the jacket made me suspect I might have been buttered up somewhat.

That will be forgiven if the repair goes, well, seamlessly and is delivered as promised in a week.

this piece woven by Sandra Hull @ 10:19 PM

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Now is the Winner of our Disc Contest

(Aplogies to Wm. Shakespeare, his heirs, assigns, and anybody else in a position to sue the pantaloons off me.)

With 99% of precincts reporting, and Peter Jennings blathering away incoherently to himself in the corner, we have declared a winner. A laurel and hearty congratulations to J.J. Gertler, for correctly devining which of the following was untrue. Wear that Hernan's Hernit's CD in good health!

I learned to my sorrow that mixing Dark Ash Blonde with Light Ash Brown hair coloring with an aim to arriving at a shade somewhere in the middle, say, Medium Ash Brownish-Blonde, results in Hot Volcanic Ash Purple.
- Bingo! I DID mix the two shades together and WAS slightly alarmed at the reddish color developing in the bottle, but once applied to my tresses it turned out to be just a little lighter than Light Ash Brown and a little darker than Dark Ash Blonde. No harm, no foul, no sorrow.
My wallet, left inadvertently yet rather conspicuously on the front passenger seat of my car was still there, contents intact, when I went looking for it some 24 hours later.
- Through either the inherent goodness of mankind or the inherent obliviousness of same, my wallet survived its overnight adventure in the car. Of course, with Bob the Bobblehead Dog to watch over it, I really shouldn't be surprised.
I installed a wireless network to connect 2 PCs and a laptop in my ~600 sq. ft. condo, where I am the sole human inhabitant.
- Sadly, I am that much of a geek. I bought a laptop a few months ago in anticipation of some roadtrips and because I spend enough time in front of my desktop PC that the ability to compute away in a different part of the condo, even out on the terrace, was appealing. The network setup lets me access stuff on my desktop PC hard drive without endless wear-and-tear on my thumb drive, not to mention enables use of the DSL connection without stringing cable everywhere for me to trip over. Enough rationalizing for you?
I watched "Pulp Fiction" for the very first time ever.
- Yes, Brian, it's true. I somehow managed to avoid seeing this movie for an entire decade. And while I did enjoy it when finally able to view it, I really needn't have bothered. Between a co-worker's rapt description when it first came out in 1994 (the movie, not the co-worker) and countless quotes of key lines (mmmmm... key line pie...) by countless e-correspondents, I had a major sense of déjà vu. (Runner-up title for this post: "Look at the big brain on J.J.!")
  
  Oh, and I must state for the record: only one time in recent memory have I watched a movie for the first time ever in the form of an edited commerical broadcast. I much prefer experiencing something in it's natural state, at least the first time around. Subsequent viewings in bowlderized form, perhaps, but then usually as background noise while I'm curled up on the couch with the laptop, 10 feet away from the desktop PC.
I was inspired by a Mitsubishi commercial to buy a Tommy James & the Shondells CD.
- Again, sadly, so very true. In spite of a childhood fondness for Hanky Panky (never mind my adult fondness for same, without italics), the only bit of the oeuvre of Mr. James et al. that I owned was a long-since lost-track-of 45 of Crimson and Clover b/w, IIRC, Sweet Cherry Wine. But the first time I heard the first few chords of Draggin' the Line in the commercial with all the red-jumpsuit-clad Mistubishi "employees" lined up along the roadside, I had an early-70s flashback. Prescription: purchase of one (used) Greatest Hits CD.
  
  Two further (heh, heh) musical notes: 1) Draggin' the Line has a lyric about being happy "huggin' a tree when you get near it". Origin of the term "tree-hugger" or simple coincidence? Anyone? (Sorry, I'm just asking here. No prize for correct answer, because I don't know what that answer is.) 2) I didn't mention in the contest post, but the same Mitsubishi ad people are responsible for the sale of a T. Rex CD for their use a few years ago of Twentieth Century Boy. But what kind of car did I buy this past summer? A Mazda.

this piece woven by Sandra Hull @ 10:16 PM

Sunday, November 14, 2004

Double Vision

So Sandra, you ask, how are those new bifocals working out for you? Fine, and thanks for remembering/asking. Friends had warned of grave danger when looking down at the top of an escalator with the bifocals and of dizziness with the contacts where one lens has been corrected for distance, but neither configuration has proved problematic. It took but one or two wearings to adjust to the glasses and my right eye has always been so much worse than my left that the new contact configuration didn't faze me at all, other than getting used to looking at something with my right eye when I really want to see it, whereas up until now I have used my stronger left eye for same.

You may also recall that I opted for the line-less "progressive" lenses in my glasses. Vanity, schmanity. I believe that is what made the adjustment as smooth as it has been. But I have noticed others' glasses much more of late, noting who has what line and where. Most surprising was when I re-watched a favorite videotape, a 1995 Wizard of Oz concert with an all-star cast, i.e. Jewel as Dorothy, Roger Daltrey as the Tin Man, Jackson Browne as the Scarecrow, And Many More. Among the celebrity musicians is one of my faves, guitarist Ry Cooder. A closeup of him during a rehearsal reveals him wearing bifocals, with visible lines. This made me feel for the very first time the teensiest bit ashamed of my no-lines choice: both of his lenses had the line when in fact it is no secret that he is missing his left eye.

this piece woven by Sandra Hull @ 10:44 PM

Thursday, November 11, 2004

Fluff piece

The time came to replace my bed pillows. Faced with a daunting array of firmnesses and fillers in the pillow section at the local Bed, Bath and Beyond, I nonetheless quickly settled on a pair of synthetic down "side-sleeper" pillows. Allergies, don't you know. I spend as much time sleeping on my back as I do on my side, but surprisingly this has neither hindered my sleep nor resulted in my arrest by the Pillow Police.

I expected a period of adustment; after all, I was replacing foam contour pillows that I had used for sevreral years but the very first night with the new synthetic down pillows, I fell in love, not to mention directly to sleep. And I *stayed* asleep. All night, something I hadn't been doing lately.

Next change: replacement of the "egg-crate" foam pad that's been on the bed since... well, let's just say for long enough.

this piece woven by Sandra Hull @ 5:52 PM

Tuesday, November 09, 2004

This time, it's interactive

Blogging via ESP isn't getting it.

While I attempt to get back in the groove, try this Happy Fun Contest Activity. One of the following DID NOT happen in the period since my last post and is, in fact, fictional. Which one is it? First correct answer to arrive via either the comment or e-mail links below wins a Herman's Hermits Greatest Hits CD. My feline legal advisers tell me I must disclose that upon my first listen to said CD following purchase thereof I felt as if I had bought a watch from a guy on the street only to realize later it was a Ronex, not a Rolex. The songs are familiar but they sound like they were recorded by Hernan's Hernits.

One guess per person, please.

I learned to my sorrow that mixing Dark Ash Blonde with Light Ash Brown hair coloring with an aim to arriving at a shade somewhere in the middle, say, Medium Ash Brownish-Blonde, results in Hot Volcanic Ash Purple.
My wallet, left inadvertently yet rather conspicuously on the front passenger seat of my car was still there, contents intact, when I went looking for it some 24 hours later.
I installed a wireless network to connect 2 PCs and a laptop in my ~600 sq. ft. condo, where I am the sole human inhabitant.
I watched "Pulp Fiction" for the very first time ever.
I was inspired by a Mitsubishi commercial to buy a Tommy James & the Shondells CD.

this piece woven by Sandra Hull @ 9:00 PM

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