Hits!

I heart I Heart Huckabees, so much that I might become a Republican.

First medical MJ and now medical E? The first sentence is an incorrect sentence. MDMA is otherwise known as Molly, ecstasy has all kinds of other crap in there.

"This has not been intended to be a voyeuristic freak show where you get to look at the bizarre workings of the autistic mind."

I must be gay.

All this guy wants to know is why sheep are gay.



...and now my gift to you:

Being mad at a dog doesn't last long.

It was only a matter of time before I had a post devoted to Bela.

We have a broken fence. The fix-it guy fixed it after about a month, but he did not fix it well enough and now it is not latching properly.

Given the opportunity Bela (my dog) will escape to go gallivanting down the street with utter disregard for cars, bikes, people, really anything but herself.

Now I love Bela, she is my dog and we have a very close bond. She has some emotional issues and I don't blame her. Her first owner got her in college and immediately started not taking care of her. She then dropped out of school and left Bela behind for my other roommates and I to look after. Had I made the call, Bela would never been part of our lives. College is not the time to have a dog, and come to find out, neither is immediately after college. There are no weekends away without considerable planning, there is no leaving all day, the backseat of my car is essentially a dog nest.

I came home tonight to a sign on the gate saying "Please tie the gate. (with a string newly attached) Our neighbors are not dog collectors." Upon entering my house there was my roommate's boyfriend's sock laying on the floor and Bela running out of their room. That means since I left at 10am two bad things happened. 1. Bela escaped and took the other two dogs that are in my yard during the day with her. 2. She has been hanging out in Larina's room and eating her boyfriend's sock.

We are currently not speaking to each other.

When your dog knows you are mad at her she puts on this face. It says "I know I messed up. I am sorry. Please, I will tuck my tail down as far as it goes and dart my eyes from the floor to you until you pet me and tell me it is OK". I am a sucker. So far 30 min. and I haven't given in. It is an all time record.

I don't know what I would do without her. Bela has been with me at the very lowest of lows and at the highest of highs. But god help me I am barely sane enough to take care of myself.

The photo is when she is a puppy, but it's my fav.

Travel, Time

I am reading The Time-Travelers Wife written by Audrey Niffenegger.
Basic plot line: man travels from future to visit with his wife when she is age six and continues to travel in the past and sometimes in the future. He can not control when and where he goes. Their relationship is not ordinary.
I wish I could fall in love with someone who can travel time. That's so cool!

The 2005 International Time Travelers Convention claimed that "no confirmed time travelers visit us, yet many time travelers could have attended incognito to avoid endless questions about the future" according to an out-of-date website made by some MIT Engineering students (check out the calendar!!).

Since I have not nailed down any of my beliefs on religion, specifically the human interaction with the world, karma, destiny, origins of the world, relativism, etc., this all makes my mind spin in a frenzy of "ohhhh what if...". I highly recommend the book. I will let you know if I still do when I finish it.

click here for the wiki entry on "time travel"

Nobody lives in Antarctica

I got in a fight with someone recently, and I don't remember who it was, but I was arguing that nobody is "from" Antarctica. The other person was certain that people were in fact "from" Antarctica.
I was right.

Hits!

Oh Netflix, you are indeed le tits! Just when I was going to abandon you for Blockbuster (in-store swap-out being the deciding factor), you come up with an even better advantage.

Today I completed one full cycle on a stationary bike. This guy completed 85 hours.

What was so cool about being kidnapped that Shawn didn't want to go home? My guess is the freedom to smoke pot, get pierced wherever you want to, and gay sex. I hope not because he is kinda cute for a teenager. just kidding. not really.

I am a flaming liberal, including my belief that if I wanted to, I should be able to speak only in Spanish (or Dutch or Portugues) tomorrow and for the rest of my life while living in the USA and that is my deal because we have no national language, HOWEVER we do have a national currency.
I have actually been the victim of a similar discrimination: When the train crossed the border to Switzerland I had to pay an outrageous fee to purchase coffee in Euros. I say add a similar in-store "exchange" rate here if we are going to start accepting pesos.
(Warning: This link is my first step towards admitting there is an illegal immigrant problem.)

If you don't know about PostSecret you should. I am trying to figure out how to get our of work for the reading in Boulder on Wednesday.

I am grossed out.

Google answered my prayers for an online photo album, but it appears you have to use Picassa. What about iPhoto??!! C'mon google, you can do better. Now suck it up, get back out there and don't come back until you have exactly what I am looking for.

today was not the best day of my life but...

For the first time in over a month, today I:

1. Peed in a non-handicapped stall
2. Showered standing up

no photos.

I think other cultures are interesting.

This website combines my love of photography and how other cultures are an enigma to me.

Favs include soviet bus shelters (bottom) and Barcelona wall art (side).

The photo is my own Barcelona wall art.

A Moment of Reflection

Being handicapped has certainly changed the world's view of me. Strangers are much, much (much) nicer. A few examples include:


1. They open doors, with a half-smile. A few brave ones go "how'dya doit?" and a large amount also add "skiing?" or "skiing I hope??". A few have stories about when they were on crutches or when they crashed skiing. What is weird is when you see/meet another person on crutches. There is an immediate "hey, yeah, it sucks" interchange, all though the eyes. A shout out to my buddy Curt. He too lived an adventurous life, he too now lives the life of a gimp.
2. They smile as I walk past them, and move out of the way. Two guys actually carried me to help out in front of the Fillmore. The Fillmore was an experience of its own (see photo). The second storm had just hit and while my crutches have cramp-ons, my wheelchair does not have snow tires.
3. They remember me. I met a boy at the bar because he remembered me from his store a week earlier . I consider that a bonus.

Good news: The doc gave me the go-ahead to put some weight on the leg, while using the crutches. I should be walking with out them in three weeks.

I am blessed with a best friend who is an amazing artist. See some of her work here, labeled "emily-anne" to the right.

Also please check out my buddy's site, labeled as "david lee" to the right, he is a captivating author, international adventurer, and inspiration for all. He also makes me want a large funny picture on the top of my blog.

Daily Horoscope

For a great deal of time starting with my first and current full-time, adult-job employer I read my horoscope daily. Not only did I read my horoscope daily, but I also sent my co-worker his horoscope so we could discuss how our day would progress, according to the lovely ladies at MSN astrology.
I stopped reading my horoscope sometime this last summer. I still do from time-to-time, but with much less enthusiasm. Today I decided to rekindle the fire...if I had read my horoscope last month maybe I wouldn't have gone skiing the day I broke my leg (not likely).
So here it is

January 10, 2007
It is time to put your dancing shoes on, Abby, because the next few weeks are going to be filled with a great deal of social activity that you won't want to miss. Today is the start of a planetary transit in which you will experience a greater boost of energy in the department of love and romance. Connect with others for events and gatherings that make you feel alive and young.

My dancing shoes will look great with my crutches and knee brace complete with seatbelts. Good one MSN. I have decided it means I will make-out with a hot boy in Vail this weekend.

Of note: I am a Gemini, and not just your run of a mill gem, but a full-blown, classic case, would wear a Gemini pride sweatshirt gem.

An Open Letter to Mother Nature

Hey Mama,
I have a few concerns regarding your decision making processes. We in Colorado have seen some results of your work recently and its not pretty.
Why are you doing this? Have I done something to hurt you? Did I offend you in some way? If so, I am sorry. So very, very sorry. Now please cease and desist. Trust me, we have heard you LOUD AND CLEAR. The snow, then more snow, then MORE snow, and now with the wind. Why not bring out the locusts and rodents?
Was it when I said "as long as it doesn't snow" a few days after the accident? Did you see me, hobbling around, having self pity and say "boy I outghta' show her who's boss". Well you did.
Now, as for the next few weeks, warm, sunny and glorious weather is requested. In return I promise my next car to be a hybrid, my next house to be solar powered.
Thanks.
Yours truly,
Abby Suzanne Kasperbauer

SPLASH

That would be the sound of me jumping into the blog pool.
After much time and consideration (and a previous attempt that never took off the ground), I have decided it is time the world knows what runs through this brilliant mind of mine.
Plus I am tired of talking to Bela.

I broke my leg four weeks ago. Let me tell you it has been a hell of an adventure...and by adventure I mean hell. If the front range were not experiencing one of the snowiest winters since the ice age it probably wouldn't be quite so isolating and boring, but it has, and it is.

Here is the video (yes it is on video) of the actual spill. Not exactly an impressive jump...but an even less impressive landing.
Notice the wobble wobble of my leg as I slide down the hill. I am pretty sure that is what caused the "major mess" in my knee (quoting my orthopedic surgeon, Dr. Weider).