February 2008

Good News, Richmond

The nice* folks at Toad’s Place and the National have been trying their best** to get acts to come to Richmond, long overlooked either because Charlottesville or D.C. are also on the way to Baltimore (or Harrisonburg?) (all major hot spots), or maybe because no one likes going to shows anymore and Richmond has been the first to act on it.  To support the hard work*** of these newbies let’s all pick a show and go to it!  I will take The Swell Season (Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova from Once) at Toad’s Place.  You guys can fight over 311 and Rusted Root at the National.  According to the schedule, you have to enter a tear in the fabric of time to appreciate what’s happening 90% of the time at the National.  And time travel upsets my stomach.

*,**,*** — I cannot verify that any staff members are nice, have tried their best, or that they ever work hard.  I am just an enthusiastic guesser.

Here’s an updated look at my disabled aerogarden:

What’s left is coming along well. I doubt all the stress and drama related to keeping it out of the jaws of animals is hardly worth the trouble for what will amount to $2 worth of basil. But, still.

I am months behind the rest of the world but I have finally finished “The Sopranos.” I know everyone else is over it so please just be my pal and talk to me for hours and hours about the show. Watching “The Sopranos” has been a part time job for me during the last two years and now that it’s over I have a slew of other shows to get into, but I don’t have the energy. I’m weak from all the tension.

Because I don’t have cable/take night classes, I have to wait for most shows to be released on DVD before I can enjoy them. Here are the options:

“The Wire” — This is a definite, but the first disc of season 1 has a “long wait” on Netflix. Stupid Netflix.

“Lost” — I’ve seen the first season twice, and most of the second season, but now I wish I had kept up with it, because I have to start over again and potentially spend the next few years of my life watching it. Stupid everyone on dumb island.

“Band of Brothers” — This has popped in and out of the old queue for a while. Should I just get it over with? It has Sam Rockwell in it!

“Robin Hood” — This is from the BBC. Sometimes I wish we could just take a pill or get a shot that will inject the experience of having taken in a story or a new show. Can’t I just feel like I’ve seen the new Robin Hood? Or There Will Be Blood? Do I really have to watch anything anymore?

Not to mention that Richard and I are watching “Veronica Mars” season one (which is still awesome the third time) and my sister has given me “Flight of the Conchords” and “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia.” ALSO we just upgraded to four Netflixes at a time. This is a lot of pressure. I can’t just watch things all the time. Especially since all we want to do here at Cat Central is talk about King of Kong.


In non-Netflix news, which I try to have very little of, we recently ate a duckling and steak at the White Dog to celebrate fourth-quarter earnings. Very good meal!

In non-Netflix, non-associate news, my mom made this as a dessert last night: chocolate-covered strawberries, chocolate-covered banana chunk, and mini donuts. I think she thought we were making fun of it, but seriously, what is not to love about that assortment?

1. Soduko

2. Watched “The Sopranos.”  Two episodes left!  Christopher! 

3. Dropped a chocolate chip into a pot of chili.  Ate it. 

4. Tried crab cakes.

5. Learned that New Kids on the Block are coming to Richmond.  Or maybe my brother is a liar.

6. Spent 15 minutes with someone at the school library help desk only to come home and find out that everything he told me was obsolete since he should have given me an access card to other libraries.  I almost ran back to punch him in the beard.

7. Installed your wireless router.   

8.  Drank a coke and ate pretzel sticks at the Short Pump mall.  Also bought shirts.  And ate more Haribo candy (Richard has me saying “goomy” like a German).  Complained about J Crew. 

9. Sneezed, coughed. 

My current mood has been changed from “Ask Me About My Aerogarden!!!” to “Don’t mention the ‘aerogarden,'” as most of it is currently in a cat’s stomach. The cats are the Fudge and Superfudge to my Peter. In response to my latest disappointment I’m trying to channel my anger into something productive, like being mad at people, or getting stoked about IMAX films at the Science Museum of Virginia.

I am excited about Sea Monsters: A Prehistoric Adventure, as it combines my two passions: sea monsters and things narrated by Liev Schreiber.

Sea Monsters in Imax.