scrabulous

Or something called something similar to that.

So I'm moving shortly. I'm nervous. I think I'll get over it. I hope.

Anyway. I was in the middle of accessing my scrabulous game on facebook.com tonight. However, for some reason it's telling me that I have NO active games, when in fact I do have at least one active game, and I know this for a FACT!

Damn you scrabulous you dirty, dirty beyattttch!! because what I really need is to waste my last week here on internet scrabble. Obviously.

Subway smells

That title is cleeeeeeverly misleading!! I'm so tricky. You could look at it and think to yourself -- ooooh yes. The subway in pretty much every major metropolitan city does smell Liz, you observant girl you. And you'd be right, and I'd be right, because they DO smell!!

However. I speak of Subway the sandwich making store. Hence, my trickery. And while I'm on the subject - why and how did that food store earn it's more unillustrious name?? Honestly, why would you want to name your store after the subway system anyway?

Anyway, Subway's really do smell - I've always been a bit creeped out from it. I used to walk past one on my way to work every morning, and there was always this odor... I think it's the bread. The icky, flat, flappy bread that they use for their sandwiches. And this morning I had the pleasure of smelling that smell in my very own apartment. That's right. This morning I discovered why the Subway smell had always been so vaguely familiar to me.

It's because it smells like cat poop. That's right. Jared's favorite restaurant smells like cat poop. And there you have it.

What are four hundred rabbits hopping backwards? A receding hare line.

And what are four hundred rabbits doing in tiny little jars at the bottom of my stairs? Being eaten by my cat.

That's right. My baby bob cat (and nina toot as well) has been given doctor's orders because of his asthma (he's coughing as I type this) to eat Rabbit. Not rabbit mixed with anything else - just straight up rabbit.

Now I know, I know: cats are obviously canivores. They're not supposed to eat bread and grain and veggies and chocolate (although try telling Nina that when she has a half a roll sticking out of her mouth). But honestly - rabbit??? I didnt even eat rabbit when I ate meat, and now it's my duty to scoop out this rabbit into dishes for my cats to chow down. It makes me uncomfortable.

And yes, I just wrote a blog about my cats. So?

Bookkkkkkkkzzz

I stole this from Janet, who stold it from Suz. Books are fun!

What you do is take the following list of books (the top 106 marked most often as 'unread' by LibraryThing’s users) bold the ones you’ve read, italicize the ones you started but couldn’t finish, strike through the ones you really sort of hated, put an asterisk next to the ones you’ve read more than once, and mark in green the ones on your own personal To Be Read list.

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Anna Karenina
Crime and Punishment
Catch-22 (so long ago I do not remember a single thing about it. Must read it again.)
One Hundred Years of Solitude
Wuthering Heights (STRIKETHROUGH!!!)
The Silmarillion
Life of Pi
The Name of the Rose
Don Quixote
Moby Dick
Ulysses
Madame Bovary
The Odyssey
Pride and Prejudice
Jane Eyre
A Tale of Two Cities
The Brothers Karamazov
Guns, Germs, and Steel: the fates of human societies
War and Peace
Vanity Fair (STRIKETHROUGH!!!)
The Time Traveler’s Wife
The Iliad
Emma
The Blind Assassin
The Kite Runner
Mrs. Dalloway
Great Expectations (BOO ON CHARLES DICKENS.)
American Gods
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Atlas Shrugged (Am going to read actually shortly, swear.)
Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books
Memoirs of a Geisha
Middlesex
Quicksilver
Wicked : The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
The Canterbury Tales
The Historian : A Novel
A Portrait of the Artist As A Young Man
Love In the Time of Cholera (personal favorite)
Brave New World
The Fountainhead
Foucault’s Pendulum
Middlemarch
Frankenstein
The Count of Monte Cristo
Dracula
A Clockwork Orange
Anansi Boys
The Once and Future King
The Grapes of Wrath
The Poisonwood Bible
1984
Angels & Demons (is this by the same guys who wrote The DaVinci Code? Why is it on this list???)
The Inferno
The Satanic Verses
Sense and Sensibility
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Mansfield Park
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
To the Lighthouse
Tess of the D’Urbervilles
Oliver Twist (boo)
Gulliver’s Travels
Les Misérables
The Corrections
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay (apparently I really need to read this)
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Dune
The Prince
The Sound and the Fury
Angela’s Ashes
The God of Small Things
A People’s History of the United States : 1492-Present
Cryptonomicon
Neverwhere
A Confederacy of Dunces (in the process of reading currently - finally)
A Short History of Nearly Everything
Dubliners
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Beloved
Slaughterhouse-Five
The Scarlet Letter
Eats, Shoots & Leaves
The Mists of Avalon
Oryx and Crake
Collapse : How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed
Cloud Atlas
The Confusion
Lolita
Persuasion
Northanger Abbey
The Catcher in the Rye
On the Road
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Freakonomics : a Rogue Economist Explores the Hidden Side of Everything
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
The Aeneid
Watership Down
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Hobbit
In Cold Blood : A True Account of A Multiple Murder and Its Consequence
White Teeth
Treasure Island
David Copperfield
The Three Musketeers

Note to Self:

Googling your name, when you have a name as common as mine, is probably not a good idea unless your desired outcome was akin to the scene in Hitchhicker's Guide to the Galaxy that I oft reference where Arthur Dent looks into the mirror and sees how small he is in comparison to the rest of the universe (a quote that I swear I'll eventually find again).

Boo on all the other Liz Lawson's! Boo on them! Or maybe we should all join a club, and sit around and eat soft pretzels and salt and quesadillas and listen to music. Because obviously every other Liz Lawson on the planet is exactly like me.

I'm the original model.

Or maybe I'll change my name to ... Zil Noswal. I bet it's few and far between who would share that name with me.

Update: Apparently while there may not be anyone named Zil Noswal, or at least anyone that can be found by a google search, there is a site that has those two words in it. Click on it if you want to barf. I know it's so enticing when someone says "do this and it'll make you REALLY sick!" And yes, I just said barf.

Hmmm...

I saw Australian Pink Floyd last night. Seriously. They actually call themselves Australian Pink Floyd. They didn't even attempt to come up with a clever name for themselves, like Dark Star Orchestra (a Grateful Dead tribute band) or The Soft Parade (The Doors cover band).

Even stranger is the fact that Pink Floyd itself recently reunited (in 2005, but that's recently enough for me, seriously, what's two year in comparison to the 1034343783 bazillion years that the earth has been in existence? *note: I may have exaggerated that number, since we all know that really the earth has been in existence only approx. 5,000 years, at which time God created it, as well as Adam and Eve).

Okay got off topic, what's new.

So. Tribute bands. Are they weird? I mean, aren't people who play Carnegie Hall in essence "tribute" pianists to the composer who wrote the particular piece of music? Or is that somehow different because there aren't any words, or because a composer differs from a band of people who make music together, or because the composers are typically dead, whereas the members of Pink Floyd are most definitely not (except Syd Barrett, but since he left the band back in the '60's I'm not sure that he should count, although he did name the band and basically came up with its psychedelic sound, so maybe I'm wrong on this).

Then again, Jerry Garcia is dead (some would claim differently of course, but those are the same people who have friends inside their own heads...) and I still find it sort of odd that there are a wide range of tribute bands to the Dead, many of which make bank.

Beyond the irony of the name and the irony of tribute/cover bands in and of themselves, an even greater irony existed in the hall last night. There they were - a tribute band playing to an audience who (for the most part) used to listen to their music back in the day, but who now work corporate jobs, and who were singing along to lines like "We don't need no education," but (to clearly stereotype) who likely headed home to their mc-mansions and sent their kids off to prep school in the morning, so they can get into the "best" colleges, and have offspring who do the same exact things, over and over and over....

The best part was the SUV that was apparently being raffled off in the lobby area.