NEWSFLASH: KITTEN CONQUERS FORT RUMP

After dining on a bowl of warm milk and cornering a piece of string, the Kitten, a.k.a Bamboo, sought a refuge of comfort upon the highly elevated and rounded mounds of Fort Rump. Sources say that the pulchritudinous Bamboo recklessly wielded his cuteness and Fort Rump was quickly rendered defenseless.
The fort’s proprietress, Misskmaas, could not be reached for comment. Officials believe she may have already succumbed to the betwitching preciousness of the invader.

Evening. I say yes.

I swear, a cup of yogurt just apparated into my fridge.
I was certain I had already eaten it…even more certain that I hadn’t bought another one, yet there it was, awaiting to be my 10:48pm snack.
And thank heavens it was there, for I am nestled like a turtledove and am reluctant to go out into the autumn evening to replenish my refridgerator. Furthermore, an oven warmed biscuit bedecked with butter and local honeybee honey will accompany the Sleepytime tea I shall brew before watching Olivier’s King Lear (which was made the year of my birth).

You know who you look like?

One of my customers looks exactly like Laura Linney. Another is the spitting image of Tim Robbins. Yesterday I told girl she reminded me of Mira Sorvino.

I’ve realized that there is this certain window of time before I am really familiar with the face and personality of a regular customer, (not the ones that come in everyday, but the ones that come in once every two weeks) that causes a bizarre sort of recognition. I’ll know that I’ve seen them before but I’ll place their face in film and television.

On the other hand, I actually DO have a few customers that are somewhat famous and recognizable. This actor/writer has been in a few times. So has the UT basketball coach. And the Mayor…who’s name is Will Wynn (he just can’t be beat!)

I looked out the window at work today and saw one of my co-workers wrapping a blanket around a homeless man.
He quickly realized that the man was too chilled to hold a cup of free coffee in his hands without sloshing it all over his fingers.
His whole body chattered.
So, in the midst of our brunch rush, Pual sat at table 16..
He ate some left over potatos. He drank a glass of OJ that a 5 year old didn’t finish.
My co-worker gave him a vest, a blanket, a woolen hat, a scarf, a pair of waterproof pants, a sleeping bag, and an insulated coffee mug.
The warmth of the bustling restaurant helped Paul quiet his quaking, although an onset case of Parkinsons makes it difficult for him to steady himself in any weather.
He told us he used to manage a restaurant just like this one.
We gave him some cookies, a biscuit, a few smiles.
We let him know he wasn’t a bother.
As we wiped down the counters at the end of the day Paul shuffled off into the 32 degree afternoon.
We all hoped we that we had helped him face the bitter weather of this bizarre winter storm.

Do you know who you will vote for in the 2008 Presidential election? Its still a little early, so here’s a QUIZ to help you decide who to vote for and why.
Its quick, but thorough….and you just might be surprised by who is your ideal canidate.

Dennis Kucinich? Who knew!

Google Image Search

When you Google image search my name: Kimberly Maas, the two images at the top of the list are from my year in England.

The first one I took myself while strolling the grand campus on a bright bonny blue day.
The second is a cast portrait of a corset comedy I played in.

Further sleuthing….me and my photography are featured in the University of California Education Abroad Program slideshow:

Gotta love Google!

A Solitary Turkey

I would hardly have known it was Thanksgiving today except that the local NPR station played 100 versions of ‘Turkey in the Straw’.
I pottered around the pad, tapped about on the internet (wired!), and perched in front of the space heater (down to a brisk 42 degrees today, I thought this was Texas, bah).

Lo, the season of of Xmas consumerism is upon us.
Might be time to convert to Reverand Billy’s Church of Stop Shopping.
Don’t forget, tomorrow is National Buy Nothing Day!

Eat at the Counter Cafe!

The little restaurant where I work was reviewed today in the Austin Chronicle.

 That’s me in the photo!
(In the red sweater, not hollondaise sauce.)

Pot Lucky

I’m going to an ‘Olde Austin’ pot-luck tonight with my bosses from the Cafe.

Hoping there will be Quinuoa and squashes and dark dark beer.

And tie dye.

Arg.

I’m anxious for internet in my apartment.

 Bless this little library for free access, but a blogger needs a continual feed.