The Amazing Adventures of Josie and Seb

March 26, 2010

My inner artist is 8 years old…

Filed under: adventuring, neat!, pittsburghing — Cate @ 1:14 am

And obsessed with destruction.

But I get ahead of myself.

Last night, Joe and I went out to the bar to watch the hockey game (they lost) and eat bar food (yum) and drink beer (mmm). Afterward, we headed to his buddy’s place to hang out for a little while longer. Now this buddy is an artist type and he has a little easel set up with some charcoal and likes to invite people to draw on it. Joe, being a similarly-minded artist type, immediately got to work on some kind of masterpiece that involved a lot of shading and buffing and fancy technique.

When Joe was done, they both turned to me and said, “your turn!”

I can’t draw. And that’s not just me being modest, I legitimately do not possess the power to put pen (or crayon, or pencil, or charcoal) to paper and produce anything resembling art. And, also, I sort of hate it. But they were peer pressuring me and calling me a loser* and finally bullied me to my breaking point** so I had to give in.

Behold, my drawing:

Just a happy little mountain. With lava. And fire.

Let’s break it down and really show off the detail here, shall we?

The mountain goat is excited that his mountain isn't covered in lava, but joke's on him! It's a T-Rex!

The fisherman is actually flaming about the head, but refuses to leave without some fish to show for his troubles (of which he has many, clearly).

The doe similarly on fire. Perhaps she's about to dunk her head in the river to put out the flames? Aw, shucks, the river is lava.

Rounding out our trifecta of fire, the bunny rabbit's tail is engulfed. Also, the side of the mountain is burning. Or maybe spraying fire.

Not sure that you needed it, but there’s five good reasons why I stick to taking pictures instead of drawing them. (I promise I’m not an arsonist. It started off as a simple pastoral scene, but the only colors he had were black and red and orange, so…you know. Fire was the next logical step.)

Upon its unveiling, Joe laughed and said, “wow, you’re so literal!” which I think is the non-literal artist’s way of saying, “wow, you’re so bad at this!”

Thanks. Ass.

*This may be a teensy exaggeration.
**…This too.

March 21, 2010

In which I meet and am immediately adored by Dog The Bounty Hunter

Filed under: adventuring, pictures, pittsburghing — Cate @ 8:27 pm

That’s a total lie: I didn’t meet him. Though I’m sure if we had met, he would have liked me immediately, but I would have been super-annoyed with him so I might have said something snotty that led to him to revise his first impression of me to something less positive.

Let’s start from the beginning.

The Beginning

Dog The Bounty Hunter came to Pittsburgh yesterday! Wow! Excitement! Some friends and I planned to go down to the Barnes & Noble where he was signing books to say hey and high five and be obnoxious. I was hoping to get a photo of him holding a sign that said, “happy birthday, Mom!”

But as it turns out, Dog is insanely popular in Pittsburgh and the book-signing was a mad house.

There's more line around the other side of the building and behind me.

Also – and this is the thing that really annoyed me, hence the reason I’d probably mouth off at Dog when/if we met – you couldn’t get in to meet him unless you bought his new book. His new book, mind you. People who had already bought other books/memorabilia were S.O.L. because he refused to sign those ones. BOOHISS.

I get that it’s a ploy for Dog and B&N to make money, but I found it really annoying and more than a little distasteful. You’d think the guy would be trying to project more of a nice-guy image, since everybody knows he’s a huge douchenozzle.

PLUS the guy was late! I say, sir, do not expect me to wait around for your arrival! I have important appointments!

Pictures with the van were free! The only price I'd pay...

I had absolutely no intention of buying his book, so my friends and I did the only reasonable thing: skipped Dog and went to the bar.

Since I had no book and was denied getting a photo of him with a “happy birthday, Mom!” sign, you could say that Dog The Bounty Hunter ruined my mother’s birthday.

Admittedly, I was a little sad not to meet Beth…I imagine she’s a peach.

March 19, 2010

On Being 25 – and other things

Filed under: adventuring, conversations, pittsburghing — Cate @ 11:23 pm

So I’m officially 25 years old. As with all “milestone” birthdays, you sort of expect to have some kind of big revelation upon turning a year older even though, intellectually, you know that that expectation is pretty silly and you have years of experience in non-revelations so you know not to expect it, but that doesn’t keep you from kinda wanting it…and so on.

I guess I should say up front that there were no revelations, just a lot of reflecting about the last 25 years and the last year in particular. 24 was pretty hellish, but also pretty wonderful – the mix of good times and bad times that affirms you’re alive. All told, I’ve had a good year and a lot of happiness and even though broke and unemployed and wondering “what next?” is not necessarily where I wanted to be at 25, it could be so much worse.

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The city’s St. Patrick’s Day celebration was last weekend – the parade and festivities and all that. My college roommate came into town for it and it was awesome to see her. We had some people over for breakfast and car bombs at our place and then went down to the parade. It rained, which was not super-fun, but I was hoarse on Sunday from yelling and cheering so much, so I guess that means my St. Patty’s was awesome.

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A random photo of one of the animals being tortured for our amusement:

Seriously, guys? Seriously?

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I have been reading like crazy lately, mostly trashy romance novels. It’s almost like a sickness or an addiction. I can read one in about a day, which might be why I love them so much. No commitment. No real effort. Just fluffy. Pure trashy, fluffy fluff. Candy for your brain. And who doesn’t like candy?

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An actual conversation that Joe and I had recently:

Me (eating a muffin): Have you tried these muffins? They taste weird.

Joe (taking a bite): What’s weird about it? It’s a perfectly normal blueberry muffin.

Me: …They’re chocolate chip.

Joe: Oh. Weird.

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Seb is a pretty tractable guy, but Josie refuses to be bothered.

Not interested, human. Beat it.

Oh, Josie.

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Joe and Seb and I might be taking a trip to the Garden State soon. Or maybe just Seb and I. Or maybe just me. The details have yet to be worked out. Suffice to say, though, that I’m really looking forward to a change of scenery and seeing my family and seeing my friends.

I’m also really looking forward to getting some barn time. Lately I’ve been dreaming of horses three or four times a week. Withdrawal, perhaps? Probably.

Speaking of, I’ve been looking for someone in the Pittsburgh area that I can take driving lessons from (trying to fulfill a long-held ambition to drive a carriage!), but so far it’s been a lot of frustration and not a lot of success. But we’ll see. They have to be out there…

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Two big birthdays this weekend: my momma is turning 50 (woot woot) and Joe’s gram is turning 65 (booooyah). I promised I’d help him remember. Birthdays are my speciality.

April is a big birthday month: Rocky, Josie, Seb and my Dad are all celebrating a new year.

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Who has two thumbs and got flowers for her birthday?

This girl!

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Beautiful, beautiful weather in the Steel City lately. A girl could get used to blue skies and sunshine – but I’m trying not to be too excited about the arrival of Spring. I’m sure that this is Pittsburgh’s idea of a sick joke and the blizzards will be returning any day now.

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New episodes of “Doctor Quinn Plays My Life” are forthcoming, I promise.

March 2, 2010

Dr Quinn Plays My Life – Episode 4

Filed under: dr quinn plays my life — Cate @ 6:08 pm

Haaaaaaaaaaaaappy Birthdaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

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