the opposite sides of caitlyn always add up to seven. January 30, 2006

so did i mention the flood?

now before you get all noah and the ark on me, let me explain.
sunday (which would be yesterday), jewremy and i were watching a movie and kept hearing a dripping noise in the background. my first thought was that ben was urinating on the carpet, and jeremy assumed ben had hung up his wet laundry in the bathroom or something, so we didnt look until the movie was over. and BOY did we get a shock when we turned our eyes from The Rock.

basically there is this stupid asshole–i mean, nice boy– who lives in an apartment above ours and “always flushes cotton balls and Q-tips* down the toilet”, says his roommate. so finally, the toilet had
enough and erupted around 4:27pm eastern standard time.

here they are just staring at the leaky ceiling while i run around grabbing pots and pans. notice the water dripping out of the intercom!

when we called the main office, they sent some guy to fix it (lets call him ‘douche’ for story purposes) and douche went upstairs, flushed the toilet in question and pronounced it fixed. and then left.
meanwhile, his asinine action made the water start pouring from light fixtures and sprinklers in our apartment! – see below

to make a long story short, our main office supervisor called and chewed out (which, hohl, is NOT the same thing as eating someone out!) douche and he returned and now we live happily ever after with the lovely wafting smell of urine/mold.

*Q-TIPS?! really, what the fk is wrong with you?! were you not raised by a caring family? or are you the person who nate’s grandma accuses of flushing those little paper cups, too!?

first post January 26, 2006

just a few little things to start off:

THE NAME
‘any anemone’ is such a cool tongue twister – why not use it!?
i thought it up while listening to sea anemone by jets to brazil.

not much else that i can think of.

good luck. go forth with passion. and read my other blog.

foo’! January 26, 2006

so remember that sign i was talking about?

no?

the piano sign. you know, the one– well in any case i took a picture of the sign this time so that you can see it actually is semi-amusing and not just lame as the post (6?) days ago seemed.

i particularly enjoy the “Respect Others!” part. it reminds me of someone saying in a Mr. T-like accent “respect yourself! don’t play no piano, foo’”

drawing contests! January 25, 2006

the other night, nate, ben and i were bored because dad– i mean jeremy, was still at the office. so i called for a drawing contest! the subject: jeremy!

some people might consider our drawings moderatly to very offensive, so you will have to click on each picture if you want to see it in its full glory. and may i remind you that when we refer to jeremy as ‘jew’, we say it as an endearing term and.. well if i try to explain away all the horrific images nate drew, i’d be here all day.

let the judging commence!
1. Ben’s entry, “Jeremy Domesticated”

2. Cait’s Masterpiece

3. Nate’s… uh.. drawing?

butter yourself up! January 23, 2006

if you recall the “rotting butter sludge (with mystery sprinkles!)”
from my previous entry, then you can appreciate that it has now
sprouted legs and pops up in unexpected places! there’s a few
pictures – sorry its a bad entry, but read on for some butterific
fun (yeah, lame i know..)

well, the first place that the butter “popped up” so to speak was the
kitchen cabinet. now while this new location prevents the mystery
sprinkles from appearing, butter and glasses are not in the same
category.

so after surprising numerous apartment friends, mr. butter-sludge
(bludge?) crawled out of his cave and wandered onto new surroundings..

;
as part of the wall bracket decor.

and below we see nathan politely suggesting a new home for sludgety butter:

;
you can almost hear the sarcasm coming out of his mouth. it’s almost
like he’s saying, “what about THIS big white BOX? what an
original place for the butter plate?!”

done.

encouraging the sorting of garbage by shape… January 23, 2006

Originally uploaded by cait4328.

roommate relations January 20, 2006

and you said boys didn’t have any “drama”.

so let’s just say, hypothetically, that there’s this apartment. and for some reason, some of the inhabitants (who shall be called just that, because they do not act like people, but instead like crazy creatures trapped in a cage who spear their own feces around their–whoa, i’m getting ahead of myself here.. let me continue the hypothesis)

anyway, for some reason, the inhabitants like to create little piles–science experiments, really–around the kitchen. for instance, this morning i threw out a compost experiment and later this afternoon there was an experiment in architecture sprouting out of the sink. nate– i mean, one of the hypothetical inhabitants, said its like we’re all setting up for a grand infestation. and the buffet has been laid out.

well, one of these inhabitants (we’ll call him Psycho) came home with his girlfriend today and apparently one of Psycho’s roommates had become angry that aforementioned girlfriend thew out his beginner’s compost pile, so he created a new one, complete with apple core and peelings. this accompanied with the rotting butter sludge (with mystery sprinkles!), overflowing garbage and empty cabinets may have sent poor little Psycho over the top.

so consider this a public service announcement that supplements Psycho’s not so subtle PSA. the garbage all over the kitchen floor and the sarcastic sign (see below) proclaiming “throw shit everywhere! infestation is fun!” is merely a polite request to clean up your mess.

the audition January 19, 2006

in*ev*it*a*ble: a perfectly executed triple pirouette (on the left!!) followed by drawing a blank for the rest of the combination.

first day of school! January 17, 2006

first day of school passed uneventful. sweet mother of buffalo greeted us with typical b-lo* style weather, dreary, cold and mostly damp. we did miss out on the wind, although i don’t think anyone was complaining.

the best part of my day, however, was upon returning to my lovely dorm when i saw this sign:
“BE COURTEOUS of others
when playing the PIANO.”
the sign went on to remind piano users (pianists**) of quiet hours and other stupid dorm nonsense. i just found the whole sign amusing. i can’t imagine this sign being found in any other dorm other then perhaps like a music college (Crane, Oberlin, Bard, Berklee, etc.) where i’m sure these sort of signs occur with a non-parallelled frequency. “NO SINGING IN THE SHOWER BEFORE 10am” “TUBA-ING PROHIBITED IN THIS LOUNGE” etc. but in buffalo? nah.

although i would like to thank whoever plays their saxophone one building over to only want to practice like twice a semester. although you might get better if you practiced more, i would prefer not to hear the process.

*whenever i type b-lo, i can’t escape thinking of the other consenant-lo variations, the most obvious and most comprehensive being j-lo. a-lo is reminiscant of the UK when said aloud, and now that i think of it, not too many other consenants really mean a whole lot. in fact, x-lo is the only other one i sort of like because it’s like all of these variations thrown together in a pornographic fashion. say, ‘maid in manhattan’ meets ‘debbie does dallas’ in a enjoyable british romp..”lopez does london”?

**PIANISTS!!

and all the girlies say.. January 13, 2006

whoaitscait: i never did give you your orange christmas hat
H0CKEyG0D: well give it to me baby
H0CKEyG0D: on hon, on hon

on hon indeed. or should it be on ron? my orange hat would look terribly good on ‘ron (cameron’s nickname in case you didn’t know), but really.. if you’re going to quote offspring, at least sing it right.