This morning I got to work, opened up my Outlook and read an email that said Gary Coleman was upstairs in a meeting and all were welcome to attend. He even brought pastries. I thought it was a joke. Then about 10 am, I hear a familiar voice. Uh, Gary Coleman just cruised into the creative department. He was touching Virnard's X-Wing fighter and getting into a discussion with him about it. Gary still looks the same. He's super small, I think he comes up to my waist and I am 5'3". He was promoting UGO.com - don't know if you've seen it, but there is an entire Gary Coleman Area. There are flash games, a downloadable video of Gary dancing, a scary Gary Thanksgiving. It's really quite frightening.
posted by Liz at 8:32 PM

I took this photo on Irving street Saturday night. He is asleep in a doorway on the street. The ironic thing here is the gold $ ring he's sporting. His clothes do look pretty clean for a homeless man though. Maybe he was just having a bad night.

posted by Liz at 8:08 PM

There was lots of dew out there this morning. It's a sunny day here in SF, I took a walk out in the yard again and snapped these. Our dog, Zoe got spayed yesterday and she was outside looking around. Then she threw up. Thought I'd spare you that image. She's not feeling very well today.
posted by Liz at 10:52 AM

It must be Spring. Went walking in the backyard today and discovered two blossoming trees, one with pink flowers and one white. I think they're cherry blossoms but can't be certain. It's been raining so much lately I hadn't noticed them blooming! Figured out yesterday that the flower from Thursday's dream was a hydrangea. They look so innocent, too...
posted by Liz at 9:02 PM

Choking on flowers and Baby's Breath - Last night I dreamt that I was at a party and one of the hostesses was handing out small bouquets as party favors. There was a mixture of people I knew and people I'd never seen before. The favors were small bouquets of Baby's breath and another multicolored small flower. For some reason, I started to eat the flowers and soon felt as though I was choking on them. I remember feeling uncomfortable at the party and worse once I started to choke on this perfect little bouquet.
posted by Liz at 7:12 AM

I seem to be the only fan of Saturday Night Live where I work I always ask people "Did you watch SNL this weekend?" The answer is usually a blank stare or "I heard it really sucks now". SNL makes me laugh - I can't seem to get enough. If you've seen it lately, chances are you've seen the "Cracklin' Oat Flakes" commercial - Will Ferrell dressed in rave garb, licking the faces of his coworkers!!
Rave Jingle:
"Can you feel my tongue?
It's inside you.
Take me home.
And your mind will be raving.
I also contain 16 essential vitamins."
If you are into the classics, how can you forget "Sprockets"? My favorite line : Dieter: His agony was gorgeous. I need to be slapped
posted by Liz at 9:55 PM

A couple pics of Zoe, she is mostly a very good girl. She just can't seem to get used to Kitter.
Zoe likes to carry her toys around and just hold them. Monday is Presidents Day and that means
"long weekend" - pics on the way.
posted by Liz at 7:55 AM

You might think "Wow, she's really getting weird about this cat" - I feel like I owe it to Kitter 'cause today Jason & I went out and adopted Zoe. So far their relationship hasn't been too smooth. Zoe is a black lab mix with white paws - very sweet but obviously not used to cats. Kitter is used to being the queen of the house and she's not very happy right now...
posted by Liz at 7:48 PM

This is Kitter and her "little guy" a stuffed hippo that she loves to bite and attack. [Better him than me] She's had him as long as I can remember. Her little hippo is getting quite nasty, black on the edges and the fur has worn off many parts. He probably smells too but I am not gonna test that theory. Kitter is the best - she's insane but also extremely cute & sweet. Since we moved, she follows me around alot more and sleeps in the crook of my arm most nights. She brings the hippo to bed, too, that's where I gotta draw the line...
posted by Liz at 9:35 PM