Top 10 Great Things About Living Alone

1. Never closing any doors except the front one.
2. Walking around naked when I can't be bothered to put on a robe after a shower or in the middle of the night.
3. There's always a roll of toilet paper on the dispenser and the tissue is always rolling the right way.
4. Leaving dirty dishes in the sink if I want to and knowing no one else will add to them.
5. Knowing the message on the answering machine is for me.
6. Breaking into a dance in the middle of the living room for no apparent reason without any music playing without anyone looking at me funny.
7. Eating ice cream for dinner and not having to watch someone else daintily eating a salad. (Not that I do this.)
8. Not feeling quite so pathetic playing computer solitaire for hours when there's no one else to see me doing it.
9. Watching as many episodes of Friends as I want without hearing "Haven't you seen this one a million times?"
10. The noisy, messy roommate is me. And I don't mind.

posted by Alyssa Wodtke 9:10 PM

I'm so sorry; I've been just horrible about updating my site lately. It's pathetic really. I mean, what's the point of having a site if you don't do anything with it. Therefore, for the purpose of at least having a little new content, I'm taking a few minutes out of my unusually hectic days lately to say a little something.
Work has gotten oddly busy of late. Normally I have plenty of time to play around a little while I multi-task calling people and scheduling and whatnot. But my co-worker was out for a couple of days last week due to a death in her family and I became quickly overwhelmed, a condition that has continued even though she's returned. I've never been the perfect one for this particular job, due to the fact that I hate answering the phone (as my friends will attest to) and phones are about 1/3 of my job. Lately the phones have gone nuts, the messages piling up, and faxes coming in of people I have to call. It's a bit out of control. But enough about the boring job.
I've been also doing some freelance editing which is both fun, as it's far more the kind of job I would like to have, and difficult, as it's a hard piece to edit. But that's coming along.
My apartment is stalled at the moment. Last week I was working pretty well at getting things unpacked; I put away all my clothes and got a lot of boxes out of the extra room (closet? office? who knows yet...). Which is part of the reason I haven't been posting to the site from home. But this weekend I was in sort of a funk so I ended up shopping, spending money I shouldn't have, and seeing movies. I have a horrible suspicion that I've become one of those women who shops when she's depressed. It's such a stereotype I want to resist it, but I'm afraid it's true. Which is a very good reason for me to try to stay cheerful. Especially now with my increased rent.
I saw Planet of the Apes on Saturday with my friend Angie. I hadn't seen her in literally a month and a half, which is a long time for us. It used to be we had lunch at least once a week. But her job has changed and she's got a boyfriend and she was on vacation and she was sick. Stuff happens. So it was nice to see her, catch up. The movie was fun, great make-up and effects, but the ending was bad and there was no character development to speak of. I was a little disappointed in Tim Burton who is normally a god among film makers for me. Angie and I were seriously laughing at the end. And as much as I like Mark Wahlberg I noticed this expression on his face a couple of times that was remarkably similar to The Simpsons' slack-jawed yokel.
I also saw, and I risk total embarrassment for admitting this, The Princess Diaries. I plead both my funk and my inexplicable love for teen flicks as excuses. I ended up sitting in a mostly packed theater flanked on all sides by young girls, many of them pre-teens. In some ways, it was actually a better viewing experience than I've had at the Metreon lately. There were fewer cell phones ringing, fewer outbursts at the screen, and fewer unnecessarily loud guffaws. It was actually pretty civilized. The movie itself was fine. More character development than Planet of the Apes, actually. It was a kid flick, it was Disney, and it was Garry Marshall so it was pretty predictable and had a happy ending. The plus, and I'm going to ruin the ending for all you who are clamoring to see this film, is that she ends up with the cute, mod-ish boy with the Beatles haircut who plays in a garage band instead of the blond jock she's had a crush on. It definitely had some good points. And it was sufficiently feel-good and fluffy for my mood.
I've started walking again, now that my ankle seems to be mostly healed. It's fun walking to and from work, exploring the neighborhoods, finding lots of neat little stores and restaurants. And it's really wonderful seeing the ocean every day, especially walking home. I walked home one day last week, Friday I think, when it was really clear and the sun was setting. I couldn't get over how lucky I am to live so close to something so beautiful. I took lots of pictures which I will post once I find all the components I need to download from my camera (no, I still haven't found them all, I probably should have been at least a little more organized when packing). Anyway, I also found that I could easily walk to The Beach Chalet, where we had brunch on Sunday, and to The Cliff House, where I plan to go play at The Musee Mechanique. I always suspected and hoped I'd end up in the Sunset. I'm pretty happy now to be there. Now if I could just get my apartment sorted out, my mood sorted out, and my work sorted out I might be able to wander more, explore more, and enjoy more. But I'm getting there.

posted by Alyssa Wodtke 10:57 AM

I dated myself last night. No, not by singing along with Aha on the radio (which I did) but by taking myself out to dinner and a movie. I spent Saturday during the day talking to everyone I know's answering machine trying to get someone to see a movie with me. As it got later and later and no one was calling me back I contemplated my choices. I could go home, maybe rent a movie, cook some fish or something, and have a quiet evening alone. Or I could say to hell with needing company and just go to the movie with myself. I decided to do the latter and did it up right. I took myself to a very nice long lingering dinner. I ordered whatever I liked without worrying about expense--I knew I wouldn't expect me to put out at the end of the night after spending a lot on me. I had a drink, not worrying that I might think it would make me loose. I didn't fight with myself about who would pay the check. I went to see a movie without arguing with myself about which one to see, a chick flick or an action pic (frankly I wanted to see both but Planet of the Apes was packed so I went with Legally Blonde). I drove myself home. At my door I mentally kissed myself goodnight and told myself I'd had a lovely time. I didn't expect me to ask me in.
I highly recommend dating yourself. The only problem is, you might have such a great time with you that it may be hard to date anyone else. Who could compete?

posted by Alyssa Wodtke 12:04 AM

I find that I feel much more free in my blogging since the Blogathon and perhaps I don't have to have something especially deep to talk about to post something. But don't worry, Kendra, I won't start talking about female ejaculation...

I've found a few interesting things lately and just wanted to put them up for your perusal...

I'd always wondered what caused brain freeze. And know I know... I'm one of the lucky 30% who gets it.

"BANGKOK (Reuters) - Residents of a Thai town are flocking to the home of a bereaved mother to touch and see a five-foot monitor lizard she says is a reincarnation of her 13-year-old son and a bringer of good fortune."
Heck, I'd flock just to see a 5 foot lizard lounging on a bed drinking yogurt.

"KUALA LUMPUR, Malaysia -- Whether or not a man can divorce his wife using a message service on a mobile phone has stimulated a debate in Malaysia." Now if you could just page your ex into another state...

"Real-Life 'Fantastic Voyage'--Robots Enable Remote Control 'Telesurgery', Fourteen Long Distance Surgeries Performed; All Patients Recovered, Technology Allows Surgery Anywhere In The World - Even Outer Space"

This is just plain depressing...but I guess that's a good thing?
"Unhappy people 'make the best workers'"

This is a very interesting story about the stigmatization of women with PMS and various other feminine "instabilities." "They're grumpy, they're grouchy ... and there's nothing wrong with that. A growing group of critics contend that there's nothing dysfunctional, dysphoric, or diseased about a woman's natural hormonal rhythms -- period." (particularly bad pun if you ask me.) Here's my favorite bit, from an old article--""Eleven Tips on Getting More Efficiency Out of Women Employees," published in the July 1943 issue of the trade journal Transportation:
"4. Retain a physician to give each woman you hire a special physical examination -- one covering female conditions. This step not only protects the property against the possibilities of lawsuit, but also reveals whether the employee-to-be has any female weaknesses, which would make her mentally or physically unfit for the job.""

As for me, my apartment is coming along slowly, still a lot of boxes to unpack. My new computer is acting very badly and I think I need to take it back. And my parents are going out of town so I have to dogsit for them, which means spending less time unpacking. But it'll all work out in the end. It will probably be nice to spend a couple of days not staring at the boxes I should be doing something about while instead trying to surf the internet and ending up cursing my computer for freezing up. And the final count on the Blogathon was $20,099 made total for various charities. The goal was $10,000 so everyone's pretty happy about the result. Maybe next year we can double it again!

posted by Alyssa Wodtke 9:52 AM

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