The Amazing Adventures of Josie and Seb

January 31, 2010

Tetris Anonymous

Filed under: a man a cat a love everlasting, neat! — Cate @ 8:23 pm

Friends, I have a problem. With no job to fill my days and weigh down my heart, I turned at first to happy things: snuggling with Josie, kissing Seb’s sweet face, watching Survivor with Joe (Russell was robbed!), baking chocolaty snacks. I also started playing Tetris, which at first was a very happy thing but has turned into a compulsion. An addiction, even.

I play Tetris on my phone constantly. I play Tetris on the computer while the phone charges. Even when I take a step away from both of them and try to read a book, I play mental Tetris in the line breaks. I even have a sore shoulder, which I’m attributing to being hunched over my phone/computer playing Tetris. It’s madness, I tell you!

(I have gotten extremely good at Tetris, though. Not to brag or anything but I am the Tetris Tzar, the Baroness of Blocks, a Spectacle of Spatial Manipulation…! Is there a pro Tetris league that I can get involved in, because I’d much rather do that than continue to search for a job. Jobs only get in the way of my training.)

I think that poor Joe is beginning to suspect my affair. I fear he will turn to Josie in his time of need (I’d like to see her play Tetris – HA!) and their already cozy relationship will become a wall of blocks, impenetrable even to a Master such as myself, and I will find myself alone, homeless, catless, boyfriendless, with only my Tetris for company…

...Too late.

Seriously, though: what a wicked awesome game!

Josie says, Get a job! I'm sick of lookin' at yer face.


January 26, 2010

Go ahead…make my dog.

Filed under: adventuring, food, pittsburghing — Cate @ 6:11 pm

So yesterday I got fired from my shitty, soul-sucking job that I hated. Today to celebrate, Joe and I went downtown (that’s dahntahn in Pittsburghese) to run a few errands and have lunch. Where did we eat? Why, Franktuary, of course!

And on the seventh day...

Franktuary is an awesome little hot dog shop in the basement of a church. It’s where all the cool kids go to eat ‘dogs in the middle of their hip, downtown days. When I was in college, this place was all the rage among my classmates and I because it was started by two young people – just like us! Proof that we could do something with our lives! Proof that life-after-college didn’t have to suck!

Joe had never been to Franktuary so it was fun to share the experience with him. He’s a committed fan of D’s Dogs up in Regent Square, but I think he liked Franktuary just fine, too. Dare I say more…?

Between us we got a Detroit dog, a Texan dog and a Chicago Impostor dog, all delicious. Next time I definitely want the Pittsburgh dog (pierogies and slaw – hello!), but I was happy with our choices. The Chicago Impostor is something I probably would never have ordered on my own, but it ended up being pretty yummy. There I go with my closed mind again…sigh.

Detroit: chili, onions, yellow mustard

Chicago Impostor - yellow mustard, relish, onion, banana pepper, celery salt, tomato, pickle spear

Texan - chili, cheddar cheese, jalapenos

A really good hot dog with yummy toppings, not to mention a Boylan’s black cherry soda (and, oh yeah, the company), makes for a great afternoon.

A reason to smile!

Gobbling in an unladylike manner...?

Of course the problem with such a nice afternoon is that it eventually has to end. But at least I didn’t have to return to the office afterwards – YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I miss you already, Detroit Dog!

January 13, 2010

My sweet new ink…

Filed under: adventuring, girls in the world, pittsburghing, triumph! — Cate @ 5:20 pm

I decided a long time ago that I wanted to mark the completion of my MFA (have I mentioned I have a Master’s degree?) with something really awesome, like a new tattoo. Generally speaking, I think tattoos are a great way to mark a milestone – like a living scrapbook. Sure, you can save pictures and such, but there’s always a chance you’ll lose your stuff. Your skin, your body, you’ll always have that.

As I continue on my slow journey to embrace the whats and the hows of my body, this becomes even more relevant. When I got my first tattoo I felt (maybe for the first time) beautiful – not “beautiful, but…” as is usually the case, but beautiful. There’s something indescribable that comes with the physical transformation of getting tattooed, something that the needle cultivates into a bloom. It’s easy to see how people get “addicted” – I certainly can’t claim to be immune.

So I did it again last night. The design is one I first saw on Threadless and fell immediately in love with it. I’ve carried it around with me for a long time…and now I’ll carry it around with me a while longer, in a more concrete sense. For me the feather harkens back to writing with a quill and the birds bursting forth from the feather…what better metaphor for creation? What better milestone with my MFA?

I had it done by a great guy named Joe Capone at South Side Tattoo and the whole experience was wonderful, start to finish. It hardly hurt at all and Joe finished it up in a little under an hour. My Joe came along, too, and was absurdly jealous. I’m pretty excited for the day when it’s his turn to sit in the chair and I get to watch. One thing that stinks about getting tattooed on your back is you can’t watch the image coming to life.

So here I am, sporting something new. A little sore today, but certainly worth it. Already itching for the next…

January 7, 2010

Absolutely nothing to fear!

Filed under: Uncategorized — Cate @ 8:14 pm

So last night, being full of pomp and bravado after having received my DIPLOMA in the mail (I have a Masters degree, you know), I decided to suck up my life-long fear of all things scary and watch Paranormal Activity, which you may recall was recently marketed as, like, the most horrifying horror movie ever made. The other women I share office space with both watched it recently and they wouldn’t stop talking about it, so I figured, hey…I’ve already heard about all the scary parts, how much more scary can they be to watch?

The answer, you may be shocked to know, is “a lot more.” I was scared out of my mind. Heart racing, sweaty palms scared. “Oh, Cate,” you might be thinking, “you’re a huge weenie, your fear means nothing to me.” Well, Joe’s a brave brawny dude and he was scared too, so…there.

After the movie was over, I comforted myself by making a list of all the reasons why demonic possession could never happen to us in the apartment.To be honest, it made me feel a lot better. I even slept with the lights off!

And so, here is Cate’s Do Not Fear Demonic Possession list:

  1. None of the doors in our apartment slam. At all. They just sort of ease shut with a little whuff. Even the closet door doesn’t slam. Demons (apparently) love to slam doors, so I imagine that would annoy it enough to leave.
  2. Expanding on #1, this place is so shoddily built I think even a low-ranked demon would find it insulting to get stuck here.
  3. Creaky floors? Big deal. Everything in this building creaks. If there even was a demon, how would we know?
  4. Joe and I are extremely heavy sleepers. It would have to be an elephant demon to make enough noise stomping around the wake us up. And even then, I’m doubtful.
  5. We don’t live in a gorgeous, enormous house in sunny southern California with a pool and a huge TV and the comfiest couch in the universe. Heck, if I was a demon I would have haunted Katie and Micah, too. I’d haunt them anyway, if they weren’t dead and all.
  6. Katie’s haunting/possession started when she was 8. I’m already 24. Definitely in the safe zone.
  7. Joe’s not a total asshole who would treat me like I’m overreacting when I tell him not to antagonize the demon that experts have told me MIGHT KILL ME and he certainly wouldn’t completely ignore me when I scream and beg him to SERIOUSLY PLEASE LEAVE THE DEMON ALONE and he definitely wouldn’t approach it like some fun awesome game where he had to poke the demon with a pointy stick to show how big of a man he was even though we both knew IT WAS A SERIOUSLY BAD IDEA and he absolutely positively would not continue to film and threaten and challenge THE SCARY DEMON WHO I’M PRETTY SURE WANTS HIM TO DIE AND I’M ALMOST SYMPATHETIC BECAUSE HE’S BEING SUCH A GRADE-A DOUCHEBAG. RIGHT?!
  8. Katie’s hair was just too shiny and gorgeous and amazing. That’s demon-taunting hair. I don’t have that problem, thank goodness.
  9. Sebastian’s too much of a lover to let a demon come in and be a downer and cramp his style. Actually now that I think about it, Seb’s so fixated on being near Joe 24/7 that he’s sort of already possessing him. There’d be no room for a demon.
  10. Josie. Let’s be real: any noisy, needy demon that came in here would have to be louder and more in-your-face than Josie to have any effect on our lives. Can you even imagine? Even if a demon tried to out-Josie Josie, she’d just up her game and take it to another, even more obnoxious level. Frankly, I don’t think the demon would have a chance. He would stomp away defeated and depressed and probably just decide to retire.

See? We’re in no danger at all.

January 6, 2010

Just call me MASTER!

Filed under: triumph! — Cate @ 7:18 pm

So, it’s official. I am, officially, an official Master of Fine Arts. Officially.

And here's proof!

In which I am cast aside for a feline. Again.

Filed under: a man a cat a love everlasting, apartment, googly eyes, pictures — Cate @ 5:15 pm

Now, look, I think it’s great that Joe and Josie get along so well. But their love affair is getting ridiculous!

Hello my little succulent morsel...

Purrrrr purrrrrrrrrrrr I love you purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Purrrrrrrrrrrr no other woman shall have you PURRRRRRRRRRR

PURRRRRRR are you ready, bee-yotch? PURRRRRRRRR


Don't talk to HER, you traitorous cad! You're MINE MINE MINE!

Victory is mine, you pathetic two-legger! PURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

January 1, 2010

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaappy New Year!

Filed under: adventuring, googly eyes, pictures — Cate @ 4:58 pm

So, it’s 2010. I feel weird about that. For one, “2010” is strange to say in a date. Like, “9/1/09” is “nine-one-oh-nine,” but “9/1/10” is “nine-one-ten.” That’s strange. Or is it just me?

2010 is a weird year for me in general. It’s a year I won’t be in school. It’s a year I might move across the country. It’s a year I might buy a car. It’s a year I’ll turn 25. All sorts of milestones – but I suppose that’s what makes up a year, any year.

Anyhow. To ring in the new year, Joe and I got all dolled up and went to his cousin’s house for a fancy, mature party. Within an hour of our arrival it dissolved into a massive game of Flip-Cup, but who says you can’t play college drinking games if you’re wearing a sparkly dress or a nice shirt and tie?

This is the second New Year we’ve spent together, although last year’s dress code was more casual: PJs and sparkly “2009” glasses. Plus we were in Portland. Maybe 2011 will find us there again…

And here's to many more!

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