. . . rainy blue skies ahead . . .

davin made this video for lindsay and cindy. hunter mountain was fun! my tailbone still hurts though. and i don't even have a tail.

thanks to the helpful but slightly smug Best Buy employee, i've figured out how to hook up my computer to our television screen, so now my sis and i can watch all my illegally downloaded legally purchased televisions shows in our apartment!

i guess i'm a little embarassed that this was the highlight of my evening, but i'm too geeked out and excited, so oh well!

it's getting colder in new york now, but i like the weather exactly how it is -- short bursts of snow, plenty of sun, and you can see your breath when you breathe. if you've learned to block out the icky smells (like i have), it smells like an ice skating rink. it's cold, but as long i'm not standing still, i like it.

when i have a little free time at work, i like to play around with photoshop. funtimes! it was really to alert cindy about the weirdness of her homepage on my browser though (see arrows).

this is a shoutout to helena, who heckled inspired me to update this blog more often. =D

my coworker mike (web producer by day, graphic artist by night) likes to draw these creepy faces when he's on long boring telephone conversations, and i made the mistake of saying that they were creepy, so now he leaves them on my keyboard so i can cry a little when i get back to my desk. what fun! they also remind me of the alien character in Enemy Mine or better yet, Glirk:
look helena! it's waving at you! here's the second one:
that was left for me after i openly threw away the first one (but i fished it out 'cause i felt bad. it is art. kind of.) The third one was actually screaming my name (resembling Jeriba/Glirk the most):
And then he drew me a "normal" guy, which honestly, is still a little scary:

PS - I'm not sure The Hartford is, but we suddenly have a bunch of sticky pads at work for it.

i work in the same building as will smith's production company. i work in the neighborhood of soho, which is just teeming with celebrities -- apparently keanu reeves was leaning against a fire hydrant up the street, chatting with someone, once. bono likes the restaurant balthazar a couple blocks over. so WHO do i see at LAX on the way back to new york? donald sutherland!

now, there's nothing wrong with donald sutherland, it was quite exciting to see him get held up in security, but one can't help but wish that i saw... keifer... instead. anyhoo, i'm not really a fan, but whichever movies i do recognize him from, i have enjoyed him in (p&p, cold mountain, italian job, time to kill... but maybe not the buffy movie.)

Originally uploaded by insunlight.

and now is when i normally start singing some burt bacharach song. but enough of that. my question really is, what can you do when a man in a wheelchair sexually molests you.

i was waiting for the bus in union square, the day before my birthday, happy as a clam (well, not a clam, because i actually had a pretty blah day at work) and i briefly see a man in a wheelchair standing near the whole foods behind me.

then about 10 minutes later or so, i feel something brush against my crotch area near the back. thinking it's maybe just some accident, i turn around irritaed, to see the man sitting behind me. and then he LICKS his finger! disgusting. people are disgusting. i was so appalled (yes, i finally have use for that word) that i just said, "what the fu-" but couldn't even finish. so gross. so digusting. so creepy. ugh.

and then, he wheeled away.

i really wanted to kick him and shove his wheelchair into the busy busy street, but seeing that he was disabled, it seemed wrong. heck, even if he wasn't in a wheelchair, i probably wouldn't have done anything either, because i was so appalled. the man also looked like he could be mentally disabled, so i don't even think i want to go there. but if he wasn't (and even if he was) it makes me mad to think that first of all, he could think that he could get away with that, and second of all, if he's using his disability to get away with it, that's even more f-ed up.

but it's over and done with. the only reason why i'm even blogging it is because everyone i tell the story to, they keep telling me to blog it. so i'm blogging it. i've been harassed before in the big sparkly city before, but that was the first time i wanted to go home to cali.

but instead, i went home and took a shower. or threw up. or tangoed a bit. i don't remember, because i like to block things. really, it's the best way to get through life.

i went to a gavin degraw and joss stone concert yesterday night. i found myself in a mosh pit there full of screaming 15-year-old girls because a sound check guy threw a already-opened water bottle into the crowd. traumatizing, really.

joss went on first, she's very good. the thing is, she gets like, too into it. it's almost creepy.

then gavin came on and he was great. amazing. as usual. before he started, some girls were talking about meeting him afterwards, and they were amazed that i had already and had seen him in concert 3 times. i was *so cool* and *so lucky*.

and i am, i know.

he sang a lot of new songs that i didn't recognize (yay! new album coming out!) but told all the same stories (still funny and adorable). and of course, he was wearing a hat.

highlights:

• gavin talking about in the past, he'd basically stalked a girl and had fantasies of grandeur which involved him being her protector. then he wrote the song Cop Stop [song] [lyrics] and now ever girls fantasizes him in a uniform with cuffs.
• gavin and joss singing a duet to "Sexual Healing (Let's Get It On)" [song] -- and oh, did we all want to. it was like watching soft-core porn.
• joss singing, "ooh... let me see your moh...bile phones" (she wanted us to wave our damn phones. i didn't.)