Winchester Mystery House

So, it's a tourist trap, and one that my father kept reminding us to go to. He'd gone while working out here a few years ago and really loved it.

We decided to go during one of the "flashlight" tours they offer - instead of walking around with the lights on (or during the daytime), everyone gets a flashlight and enjoys the spookiness only a rich and eccentric woman can create.

My favorite part, however, had nothing to do with the house, but instead was this conversation:

Person 1: Has there ever been a fire here?
Tour Guide: No, but there was a bad one across the street...
Person 2: I know! I ordered a pizza, but it never came.

Photos are posted in the link below. Remember: I was working without a flash...

Winchester Mystery House

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An ill-advised parking-lot rant

Said Jetta in question, third from right, barely visible through the see of "compact" SUVs.


Maybe it's because my first car was a Chevrolet Chevette, a little hatchback.

Or maybe it's because my second car was a Honda CRX, another hatchback, but with only two proper seats.

But, for whatever reason, I hesitated the first time I had to park a Jetta in a "compact car" parking space. I thought, "is this really a compact car? I certainly could fit five adults in here. It's not a Golf, for Heaven's sake."

But then I saw the other cars who'd decided to call themselves "compact," and realized that my car was downright miniature. Bordering on Smart Car, in fact.

At first, driving in California made me feel like a really good driver, and I suppose I am, by comparison. For example: I can park within parking spaces. This is a very rare skill, and one I might be able to market at some point. Also: I don't drive the wrong way down one-way streets. Again, should I ever parlay my nascent driving prowess into a career, this certainly would be a selling point.

I should note that no one has ever called me a "good driver" unless he was:
(1) impressed that I can drive a manual or
(2) intoxicated and needing a ride home.

Lemony Snicket!!

This was beyond hilarious. Bravo, Daniel Handler!

Daniel Handler plays accordion with a wistful look...

...while Stephin Merritt plays the ukelele...

...and I have my book signed...

...see!!!

I also had a copy signed for my sister, which led to a conversation about "Indiana-ans" and how Daniel Handler is "just a California Jew, with his own set of issues." This followed a bratty kid in front of us, who said that he was "so good looking" that people "want to kidnap him all the time." Even Daniel Handler was disturbed, and this is a man who tried to kill three innocent orphans over thirteen books.

The Female Hypothesis

Also, Kevin and I just read that in the fine tradition of old wives' tales, faster fetal heartbeats indicate girls. The fetal heartbeat range is 120 to 160 beats per minute; today, ours was clocked at 150 bpm.

Is Baby Davis-Ross a girl?

Stay tuned...

150 Beats Per Minute...

...is how fast our baby's heart is pumping.

This morning I had my first appointment with the family practitioner who will be my doctor and the baby's doctor. Other than a surprisingly painful flu shot, everything is going very well.

The doctor was surprised we could hear the baby's heartbeat this early (since it's usually obstructed by bones - or my bladder?), but there it was. This furthers my suspicion that the baby actually is about a week older than expected.

It's a Girl!
Not really. We have no idea, and we couldn't possibly know this early on.

But...everyone seems to have converged on this belief independently.

Kevin and I automatically assumed the baby is a girl. There was no question, really, that it's a girl.

My sister Kimberly has made repeated references to her "new niece."

Even my mother, who typically avoids statements of this sort, made a comment about a "little girl."

All of this means, of course, it will be a boy. Or we're all surprisingly psychic.

Halloween Treats

Mmm... chocolate-covered pretzel rods.

Corn Maze and Pumpkin Guns

Kevin and I love going to corn mazes in the fall.

But...we llike it better when it feels like fall outside.

When we went, it was in the mid-80s, and we came home with sunburns.

Oh, well. It's California.

October 2006

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Some crafts

Sundays, for me, used to mean slipping into a semi-coma shortly after lunch. I cannot account for it, really, but every Sunday I would find myself beyond fatigued, slipping into bed for a five hour nap, waking only to eat some Thai take-out, watch the Simpsons, and brush my teeth.

Since moving to California, however, my comas have subsided. I'm glad. I think. Personally, I suspect they were somehow a survival mechanism of some sort, as last weekend I MADE SOAP for hours instead of napping.



Soap making is a surpisingly messy affair. Plus, it really requires patience, of which I have none. Thus, my soaps came out a little mangled. However, they work well.

Required Reading #3: The End

"In my experience, well-read people are less likely to be evil."
Quigley Quagmire, The Slippery Slope




Oh. My. Word.

It's almost perfect!

Be well-read and read it, pronto.

Here's looking at you, kid

This is our fetus.

ETA: Early May, 2007.

Check out the foot in the second picture - the kid's already dancing.

America, it's time...

It's time to get out of the closet. The Marky Mark closet.

I'll go first.

Man, I love Mark Wahlberg. What's not to love? He's a master thespian beyond reproach. Specifically, I think he's hilarious.

Take, for example, the great popcorn movie The Departed. Marky Mark - er, sorry, Mark Wahlberg - has a small but pivotal role in the movie. More importantly, his swearing-to-"real word" ratio is quite high; early estimates put it at 10 to 1.

This is no joke, people. Few things can put a smile on my face as easily as Mark Wahlberg's flared nostrils and South Boston accent can.

[Editor's note: It appears Ms. Davis has actually seen only the following of Mr. Wahlberg's movies: Basketball Diaries, Boogie Nights, Three Kings, I Heart Huckabees, and The Departed. She also admits to seeing The Perfect Storm, but doesn't recall Mr. Wahlberg's performance as she was distracted by George Clooney's raw sex appeal.]

It's time to stop ending commercials with the word "holy."

OK, fine, I admit it: when Volkswagon first did this with its crazy car crash commercials, I thought it was a nice touch. (I would have gone with the less sacred "what the?" but that's purely a personal choice.)

Now, however, it seems that every commercial must end with two characters, looking at one another in semi-stupefied befuddlement, uttering, "holy..."

And while I do appreciate the cleaning power of Pine Sol or the electrical charge of Energizer batteries, I rarely find myself resorting to cursing to express my delight/confusion/amazement whenever I mop my floors or change the batteries in my remote controls.

It's time to read Lemony Snicket.

It's almost time for Book the 13th to come. I'm frightfully behind on my book-a-day plan.

BUT, I have until the 28th to get caught up. That's when Lemony Snicket (represented by Daniel Handler), Brett Helquist, and the Gothic Archives (a.k.a. Stephin Merritt) will finally get the opportunity to meet me. They wait with bated breath.

Required Reading #2; Additional Literary Notes

Required Reading #2
Despite the (modest) criticism it's received, I'm going on a limb and making Sid Jacobson and Ernie Colon's 9/11 Report: A Graphic Adaptation Required Reading #2, for two key reasons:

First, this book is a faithful adaptation of the 9/11 Commission's report. You know, that book that nearly every American purchased but never really read past the "We Have Some Planes" section? Clearly, it's an abridgment, but with the imprimatur of Tom Keane and Lee Hamilton themselves, it's a well-conceived abridgment.

Second, it's really well done. It's sentimental and journalistic, logical and emotional. The graphic novel is a literary form that may be singularly adept at relating human tragedy in a humane manner - see Joe Sacco, for example.

Additional Literary Notes
(1) In preparation for the release of Book the Thirteenth: The End, I'm going to re-read the first 12 Lemony Snicket books, one per day. Wish me luck.

(2) Speaking of Lemony Snicket, I've just finished Daniel Handler's new book (Adverbs) and am delighted to report that he did not steal my idea for the as-yet-unfinished novel I am "working" on.

(3) I kind of secretly like Chuck Klosterman, mostly because does stuff like call Steve Nash a communist. But, really, don't hold it against me.