Archive for September, 2007

Oh, dear migraine headache,

Friday, September 14th, 2007 | Life in Czeltistan | 3 Comments

We’ve spent some time together today and I think we need to talk. It’s just not working out. You keep me up at night. I love to sleep. You bring pain and nausea. I’m not a fan of throwing up, and have you seen what prescription migraine drugs are costing these days?? You’re just not the way I wanted to start my Friday. I’m glad you’re mostly gone now, and I think maybe this is a good time for us to rethink our relationship. We’re better off apart. I’m sure you understand. Thanks.

A note to other tenants in my building

Thursday, September 13th, 2007 | Screed! | 3 Comments


You are such big pussies. It is in no way cold enough to turn the heat on yet. Put on a sweatshirt and man up, Nancy. Sheesh.

Moose kisses,

(My landlord called me to ask if I could fire up the boiler because some of the other tenants called to say they were cold. Here’s an idea: Take your air conditioners in and close your windows. Newsflash for some of you, but it sometimes gets chilly at night in Wisconsin in September. Also, I’m so not flipping that switch tonight, as it’s freakin’ 70 degrees out today.)

(Ok. I’m done now.)

Meet the Natives

Thursday, September 13th, 2007 | You Call This News? | 3 Comments

I sure hope Britain’s Channel 4 decides to put this documentary miniseries on dvd some day. I would love to see it. It’s quite the interesting little anthropological experiment.

But Prince Philip? Really? Oh, dear.

(via The Morning News)

September 11

Tuesday, September 11th, 2007 | You Call This News? | 3 Comments

First: Happy birthday, Mr. Timmy. Hope it’s a good one. Since you’re not here, Christyl & I can’t come by for our annual “chase Pajamas around the apartment” fest. You’ll have to put her pink boa on her and chase her around for us. (Though with those stitches in your leg, maybe you’d better just pet her and throw her a Milk Bone or something.)

Second (and far sadder): 110 Stories. DC and Pennsylvania, I’m thinking of you all, too.

And only 19 years later!

Tuesday, September 11th, 2007 | You Call This News? | No Comments

Gawker’s correction of the week

Thanks to m@ for the heads up. The comments are priceless.

Overheard at work

Monday, September 10th, 2007 | Life in Czeltistan | 3 Comments

Coming from a conference room that housed temporary employees over the summer: “Smells like intern in here.”

Book love

Friday, September 7th, 2007 | Design-y Bits, Fun With Teh Intarweb | 3 Comments

I’ve only been in six of these libraries (Prague, Boston, DC, NYC, Georgetown, Dublin), but I’m definitely going to make it a point to see more of them. They’re gorgeous.


Friday, September 7th, 2007 | Life in Czeltistan | 9 Comments

Last night’s entertainment at Casa Czelt: A tale of collegiate drunkenness, played out in four acts on our front stoop.

Act 1, 11:45pm: “Dude, I am so on fire.” — Between rounds of grabbing his girlfriend’s breasts and saying such sweet things as “Damn, girl” and “These things are real!”, a young man brags of his baseball prowess and his “at least .300″ batting average to the girlfriend and her roommate.

Act 2, 12:15am: “Wait! I’ll go get my camera!” — A young woman makes the decision she’d rather not proceed on with a night out at the bars without her camera. She tells her friends, “I’ll run home quick and get it.” Rather than observing basic safety practices and walking with her, they instead decide to stand in front of my building and yell such helpful phrases as “Goddamn, hurry up”, “Run!” and “Are you home yet?” (With that last one repeated at least five times during the lady’s run home.) Dialogues while Camera Girl is out of site include, “I’m so gonna take that thing into the bathroom with me” and “I’m just going to make faces at her all night.”

Act 3, 1:30am: “Is this our house?” — Three inebriated young men attempt to ascertain whether this particular block is the block on which they live. Five to seven minutes of loud discussion reveals it likely is not and that — quite possibly — they are actually walking in the wrong direction. One of the three briefly considers a cell phone call to another friend (offstage) to see if that friend might be able to shed some light on their address.

Act 4, 2:25am: “Dude, act like a man.” — A group of seven young men, two without shirts and one other carrying his pants rather than wearing them, take a 10-minute respite in their arduous journey homeward. Four sit in various places on our front stoop and lawn, singing random snippets of pop songs of the last five years. One other attempts to throw up on our tree, but instead finds himself face down on the strip of lawn between the sidewalk and the street. The remaining two cast members struggle to pick him up. They encourage him to walk home by insulting his manhood and imparting helpful wisdom like “Maybe we shouldn’t have had those last couple shots.”


Gosh, I love the first week the college kids are back. I really do. (And really, kids, why our stoop? Try the building next door for a change. They have several more stairs and a larger lawn. I’m sure they love good dramatic theatre as much as we do. Also: Can’t some of these conversations be carried on without stopping and sitting down? *sigh*)

Phrases I need to use more

Thursday, September 6th, 2007 | Life in Czeltistan | 5 Comments

Said to me by a coworker today: “Let’s not sniff the gift fish.”

Guess the gift horse is on vacation.

Brilliant, but underrated

Wednesday, September 5th, 2007 | You Call This News? | 3 Comments

Lesser-known novels from both sides of the Atlantic that you should consider reading, chosen by critics and authors.

I’ve not heard of most of the books chosen by the English, but I’ve read a few of the American choices (in fact, I’m reading Ali Smith’s The Accidental right now). So far, the ones I’ve read have all been worth the time. I’m hoping I’ll find a few others out of these lists that pique my interest. One can never have too many books to read. (However, when it comes to moving day, “too many books” is an entirely different thing.)

(Via The Morning News)

She’s Sick Y’all (though you’d never know it)

Wednesday, September 5th, 2007 | Tunes! | 3 Comments

Nice piece by Laurie Lindeen in today’s Morning News about her MS. I’m glad to hear she’s still doing well. It seems to me that, if in fact rock’n'roll helped keep the MS at bay, a fine bulwark against the disease would be a couple Zuzu’s Petals reunion shows…especially one in Milwaukee. (I’ll even settle for Madison.)