The Daily Sabs

my mom called me this evening just to chat. she wanted to know what i do for a living - even though we've been over this a thousand times - and eventually i had to settle with "i help people build websites." despite my cs/art background, she didn't believe it was something i could do and doesn't quite understand - she barely could explain to folks when i wrote online for a living, so you can see where this might be a bit hard for her to wrap her head around. i've also been trying to convince her to start her own site, but much to your loss (and believe me, this is a great loss), she doesn't want to.

if my mom had a blog it would be full of great things like this random story she told me tonight.

she recently read about a taiwanese police chief who committed suicide in his office. the office has been changed into some sort of resting area for long shifts, but folks would rather sleep in their squad cars because they swear they can hear the chief calling out their name. you know, a typical ghost story. however my mom's thinks she knows why he's haunting them. (1) because they need to clear his name in the investigation that made him commit suicide, and the more import reason to her (2) the pictures they showed of the resting area are filthy with algae growing in the tiles and if it was her she would definitely haunt these people until they cleaned the room and made it less disgusting.

that's right, my mom says the ghost is haunting them because the bathroom is dirty.

ps. i apologize for the ridic and wrinkled costume. i didn't have enough time to properly do it up before my midnight deadline.

this evening randall and i headed to the herbst theatre to see amy sedaris in conversation with daniel handler. it was fun, but to be honest, it sounds better on paper. i thought the overall evening was just, meh, like the rest of my day.

during the audience q&a session someone asked amy what she collects. she said a lot of woodland creatures, but mostly wigs (she has over 30). i'd love to have that many wigs, but alas i only have one. however it is a sweet brown yarn wig that was crocheted by my mom, and something tells me it's going to trump most of the 30 ms. sedaris has.

ps. man my face is puffy today. think that might have something to do with awful diet of pizza for breakfast, cupcakes for lunch and burgers from dinner? the burgers were from absinthe, so that can't be that bad, right? *sigh*

pps. randall is watching law and order right now. what i want to know is why do the people talking to the police always have to be doing something else? are you telling me that if you police officers were questioning you about a murder, you would continue to open your mail or serve up hot dogs?

it's not surprising at all, but the state of christmas evening (not to be confused with christmas eve) in the sabs household can only be joyous and exuberant (when guests are there), or -- and this is far more likely -- angry, frustrating, and full of yelling. never anything in between.

and since our guests couldn't make it, guess where today landed?

randall says it's because the my two siblings and i cannot be in a room together for longer than 30 minutes. we're fine in pairs, but when all three of us are there, it might as well be over. throw in a frustrated sleep-deprived morm, and we might as well have stayed at home for the holidays.

yet they're family, and i wouldn't trade them in for any other group of folks, no matter how civilized.

that is, unless you want to adopt me?