This might be exciting only to Drew and me, but everyone else has done such a good job about pretending to be excited about this stuff that I figured I’d post a couple of pictures of the new condo.

I’m starting off today with pics of my two favorite rooms in the place.

First, my second-favorite room, the bigger of the two ginormous closets. And trust me, it’s much bigger than it looks. I just don’t have the super-duper-wide-angle lens I’d need to capture its full glory.

Our current apartment has so little storage space that I still have boxes from when I moved in sitting unopened against the wall in the second bedroom. If you’d shown me just the closets and nothing else, I would’ve been ready to buy the condo just based on that. I always thought when I bought a home, I’d be obsessed with how I’d decorate it, but to be honest, now that it’s happening, I’ve been thinking more about all the things I’m going to be able to stow away.

Then, my absolute favorite room. It’s not quite as big as the closet, but it makes me even happier.

I’m very intrigued by this room, though I admit I’m a bit confused by it. I haven’t seen a room like this in a home for a long time. Could someone please remind me what it’s used for?



A few weeks ago, during the Terry Schiavo madness, I, like many bloggers, used my blog as a kind of living will. Short of drawing up legal papers (hassle, hassle, hassle), it seemed like the best way to make my sickbed wishes known in case I’m ever in a situation where I can’t speak for myself.

Then the other day, I read that Green Day’s American Idiot album woke a little Welsh boy out of a coma. And so I realized it was time to issue an addendum to my living will. Green Day’s okay with me, but who knows if the people tending to me will have good musical taste or not. I don’t want some KISS-FM-loving nurse blaring some Rob Thomas/Gwen Stefani/Black Eyed Peas bullshit in my hospital room when I’m already suffering enough. I think it’s important to make my musical tastes very clear while I still can. So, in the unlikely event that I ever need this, here are:


It was a hard list to pick. They’re not my favorite songs, just some songs that stir me emotionally or otherwise involve me to the point where I couldn’t possibly just lie there all motionless and vegetable-like if someone played them for me.

  • “Big Sur” by the Thrills (play this one first; I’m not sure why)
  • “Say it Ain’t So” by Weezer (mostly for the bridge)
  • “Tenderness” by General Public (because it reminds me of the 80s… and of “Clueless”)
  • “Mr. Bojangles” by Robbie Williams (because it always makes me cry — yes, real tears. Shut up.)
  • “Head Over Heels” by the Go-Go’s (because it’s the best song ever written, and no, I’m not exaggerating)
  • “There is Always Something There To Remind Me” by the Housemartins (I think it has something to do with British politics, but if you don’t listen to the lyrics it sounds like the sweetest love song ever. And it’s not as ubiquitous as the other song of the same title, so I’ve never gotten tired of it.)
  • “I Think I’m Gonna Like It Here” from the Original Broadway Cast Recording of “Annie” (because this list needs a showtune, dammit, and because it’s probably the first song I ever loved… oh, and get that Don Budge fellow if he’s available)
  • “Lay Your Hands on Me” by Thompson Twins (because it brings back images of them performing on American Bandstand and Alannah Currie banging on pots and pans on what looked like a hollowed-out bedframe. Ah, the 80s…)
  • “California Stars” by Wilco and Billy Bragg (if you have to ask why, you must never have heard this song)
  • “Country House” by Blur (but only if I haven’t heard it in a while)
  • “No Excuses” by Alice in Chains (only if played loud)
  • “You’re the Inspiration” or “Hard Habit to Break” by Chicago or “Glory of Love” by Peter Cetera (I’m not sure which one of these I like the best, but when any one of them comes on, I have to harmonize with Peter Cetera. Have to.)
  • “What Have I Done To Deserve This” by Pet Shop Boys and Dusty Springfield (because there has to be some PSB on the list, and this is my favorite)
  • “Rufus Xavier Sasparilla” from Schoolhouse Rock (because Jerry loves “Rufus Xavier Sasparilla”. I mean… I love it.)
  • “I Want it That Way” by Backstreet Boys (because it’s the best pop song ever written — forget what I said about the Go-Go’s)
  • “Something to Talk About” by Badly Drawn Boy (as underrated as “About a Boy”, the movie it’s from, used to be)
  • “Do They Know It’s Christmas” by Band Aid (because it makes me feel good about the world, and because just about every artist I liked in the 80s is on it)
  • “Time and Tide” by Basia (because I can’t hear it and not sing along with the high notes — badly)
  • “Here Comes the Sun” by the Beatles (because there has to be a Beatles song, and this is the one most likely to make me want to live)
  • “My Ever Changing Moods” by Style Council (because it makes me smile)
  • “Mama Said Knock You Out” by LL Cool J (It’s my secret weapon at the gym. Whenever I get grumpy and want to stop working out, I put this one on, and the energy always comes back.)
  • “Come On Eileen” by Dexy’s Midnight Runners (because whenever it’s on, it seems like the only thing that matters in the world is wearing overalls and playing violin and scoring with a humble country lass)
  • “Battle of Who Could Care Less” by Ben Folds Five (not that it’s a happy song, but snarky sarcasm makes me happy)
  • “Seasons of Love” from Rent (because it makes me not want to die young)
  • “14th Street” by Rufus Wainwright (Play this last. If it doesn’t work, pull the plug.)