Archive for August, 2010

So Where’s This Podcast You Promised?


Hello out there!

So, we promised a podcast and thus far have yet to make one. You might be wondering why (or not, but we’re going to tell you anyway).

H has been sick.  Somewhere along the way she managed to pick up a bug that’s left her with a serious case of the sniffles and a voice that sounds more Mae Young than Mae West.  Not exactly the way we want to start the podcast!

So never fear, hopefully the head cold is on its way out the door and we’ll be back in business soon!  In the meantime, feel free to leave comments, suggestions, etc, for things you’d like to see/hear on the show and we’ll get back with you :)


It Has Begun…


Yes. Indeed it has.

One of the biggest beefs we’ve had since moving to this fair city hasn’t been with the weather, the cars, the people, no.  It’s been the spiders.  I suffer from a mild case of arachnophobia which, apparently here, makes me as much a target for spiderly attention as one who hates cats getting all the feline lovin’ in the world.

I had originally thought a truce was formed.  See, after finding about 10 different nickel to quarter sized arachnids in my house, I set them free with the understanding that my rule is as follows: If you stay outside, I won’t squash you. But if you step inside my house and, most importantly, I SEE you lurking at me from the ceiling/floor/cupboard/whatever, you are going to die.  And I offer no apologies for this policy.

For a while, all seemed right with the world.  A few brave spider souls found out the hard (and sometimes POINTY) way that I mean business.  But apart from those few, we were blissfully left alone.

Until this past week.  Apparently, August/September is breeding season for many of my arachni-foes, most especially the Hobo Spider.  And folks, if you’ve never been eye-to-eye with an adult male hobo spider, you’ve yet to experience true terror. Or maybe you have, your mileage may vary, naturally.

So for the last week, I’ve been assaulted by spiders from every conceivable angle.  And it’s highly disturbing.  I walk outside, spider flings itself toward my face, screaming a tiny scream of rage.  On my car? Spider ass waving in the air, looking for an air current upon which to ascend (all the better to wrap around me and nestle in my hair).  In the bathroom, washing my hands, as one does, lurking below the lip of the sink and sliding down JUST as I’m reaching to rinse, causing me to yelp and flail about helplessly as I search for an implement of destruction.

The cats are, of course, no help during these times.  All they do is point them out, tails flicking, whiskers quivering, plaintive little “mews” of, “Kill it mom. It frightens me.”  J, to his benefit, has become He Who Kills Arachnids With Ferocity And Might.  Partly because he’s male, partly because he’s quite a bit taller than yours truly. Mostly, because he’s fearless.  For that, I adore him.

But, the time has come, as the Walrus said, and I spent this morning, after squashing a particularly HUGE arachnimonster in the sink, looking for ways to stop the insanity.  Apparently, I could bug bomb the house (and have to figure out just where I’m going to store 4 cats, 3 rats, and a hamster while this takes place), call an exterminator (and have to contend with icky pesticides that will most likely a) not work and b) make everyone sick as a dog), or pick up some sticky spider traps and hope for the best.  While I would love to figure out a way to effectively eradicate every last spider from existence, I do understand that sometimes they’re helpful in keeping down the OTHER bug populations, so it would most likely be better that I try to do the humane thing and trap them.

25 of the stickiest, ickiest, non-toxic traps are winging their way to me as we speak.  For a while, I have a feeling this house is going to look like one big spider death trap and I’m fine with that. Really. I just hope that the cats don’t somehow get their tails stuck to the glue (it’s supposed to be really strong).  But then, nothing really is going to stop that from happening because cats are cats and will do as cats do.

But me? I’m on the war-path.  Spider-foes? You’re going down.  And I will laugh as you do.


Newsflash: Presidential Visit?


President Obama? In MY Seattle?

Apparently so.

Looks like he’s giving some sort of speech here downtown.  I have to say, this is the first time I’ve lived in a town that had the President drop in. (Not sure if it’s the same for J, will have to ask.)

To be completely honest, we don’t really keep up on politics.  We know the snarkiness that’s going on between the tea-baggers and the Dems.  We’ve heard about the insanity in Arizona, the bullshit on the hill, and the screaming/woe from the right-wingers.  We’ve heard the liberals called out as “devils” and “lazy” and other lovely names.  And the same to the other side.

My stance (as J is working and unable to comment at the moment, but I’m pretty sure he agrees with me) regarding politics: I refuse to be labeled. I vote my beliefs, and I’m fully aware not everyone will share them.  This is why we’re keeping politics out of this blog and off the podcast.

As my dad is so fond of saying: Opinions are like assholes. Everyone has them and they all stink.

So back to Obama’s visit: I’m not tripping over myself to get downtown. If I’m not mistaken, it’s a fund-raiser speech and tickets to the luncheon are, what, $500? Entirely too rich for my meager budget.

No, instead, I think we’ll head out for dinner tonight and try something…yummy.  The question then becomes “What”?



Hello Out There!


Hello to all of you!

We wanted to take a moment to explain a little about who we are and why we’ve set up this website/podcast.  It’s not a long story, thankfully, but it doesn’t hurt to clarify our positions. *grins*

So, we stumbled across this term, “Couchlock” and upon further investigation, discovered that it means: “being so stoned that you literally cannot get off the couch.”

We started thinking. The thinking turned to brainstorming. The brainstorming turned into what you see before you.

While we are not LITERALLY couchlocked, we understand that only a few things appeal to you in that state: movies, food, and music. This is a statement.

Do you want to be couchlocked? Get out and do great things! We’re here to help.

We’re going to do a once a week podcast covering all sorts of movie reviews (new and old), reviews of TV shows we enjoy, music reviews, and even food/recipe reviews.

We moved to the Seattle area two years ago with no idea of where we were going, what we were going to do, or how we were going to like the area.  We’re still here, two years later, and we’ve had such amazing mini adventures while here that it’s impossible for us to NOT want to share these with everyone.

So feel free to look around, explore the site, download and listen to the podcast, and recommend us to anyone you think will enjoy what we have to say.  And please don’t hesitate to let us know how you feel about what we’re doing! We respect and value your opinions :)

And finally, if you’d like to recommend something to us, a movie, restaurant, band, etc. by all means, please leave it in the comments! We’re here for all of you!


H&J, The Couchlocked Duo