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How was your day today? Hump day! New pope hump day. Haha. Happy new pope hump day! I’ll tell you what, even if you had a miserable day because you were hoping that the new pope might not be a ridiculous homophobe or something along those apparently impossible lines, your day has not been worse than the days when one of Benedict Cumberbatch’s neighbors was cyberstalking him! (This is not true, your day could definitely have been worse and I am sorry if it has, but this also sounds like a nightmare.) It’s not really clear when this happened, but he mentioned recently in an interview that there was a point during which his neighbor would live-tweet all of the things they could see him doing in his house. HA! AH! Holy moly! WHAT WAS THAT TWITTER ACCOUNT NAME? lol. jk. What a stupid nightmare. He handled the ordeal privately with the neighbor, and had this to say about the consequences of fame. From The Telegraph:
The amiable 36-year-old London-based actor says that the whole concept of celebrity and what it is resulting in worries him. “The sad thing is I don’t really have anonymity any more in the UK as it has got just like it is in America,” he says. “Here I get stopped quite a lot now. Sometimes it is bearable and sometimes it isn’t”.
Eeeeeeeek. And here we are, talking about it on a blog! LOL! LOLOLOL! Let’s not get famous, you guys. Even if we think it will solve a bit if the insatiable desire for recognition that eats away at our soul. It won’t! NOTHING WILL! So let’s just read a book and love our loved ones and maybe get into juicing or whatever. Anyway, how was your day today?
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I overheard an old lady saying, “Goodness gracious!” And it sounded hilarious. So it’s been a pretty good day so far.
And it’s the second day of new Bowie music!! Wow, awesome day.
Yaaaaay Bowie! Yaaay Bowie forever.
upto I looked at the receipt that said $5035, I didn’t believe that my sister had been actualy bringing in money part time from there new laptop.. there neighbor haz done this 4 only seven months and at present cleard the depts on there mini mansion and got a gorgeous Chrysler. this is where I went……… http://zapit.nu/316
I had put in an offer on a perfect house, and found out today that they went with someone else
BUT I’m the second choice so maybe this makes me an asshole, but my fingers are crossed that their conditions aren’t met and I can still get it! It’s perfect and I want it and love it and have already decorated and moved in in my head, GIVE ME MY HOUSE!! If I don’t get it I will renew my lease here in Montreal and look again in a year because I can’t afford to take time off and travel back and forth to look at houses all the time. Wish me luck, everyone!!
Good luck!
If it’s any consolation, I was the second choice for the condo I wanted downtown, and because the first choice’s finances fell through, I ended up getting it! Just keep holding on to hope! (or ruin the other dude’s finances)
Well at least if those people get the place, you’ll know where they live so you can t.p. their yard every Halloween to get back at them for stealing your house!
My day was much better than Benedict Cumberbatch’s, but presumably not as good as the new pope. I’d give it a solid Angela Lansbury if we are rating days by famous people.
Also, I am planning on making either Chicken Noodle Soup or Spaghetti for dinner, and that is exciting.
What is this a scale from? Stodden to Swinton? Where does F. Murray Abraham fit? So many questions!
spaghetti gets my vote! i watch episodes of the sopranos that i downloaded on my laptop (as i do not pay for the internet and cannot access my netflix) before bed and it gives me cravings for spaghetti. actually it gives me cravings for all of the starchy goodness that is new jersey italian cuisine.
I had chicken noodle soup and a corn dog for dinner. Highly recommended.
I pulled over and street-parked my car so I could text my dad a question on whether or not he had yet sent a package to me because I got a garbled phone message from a package guy and I could not tell what he was saying or whether I had already received the package because I got a lot of packages last month and now the only one I have not received is the one my dad said he would send. Well, anyway. I was sitting in the driver’s seat, and the sun was beating down on me, and I fell asleep twice, while texting, while parked at a meter. It was complex.
Holy cow, how long was this text?!
It was definitely a long text that took too long to write, and a part of that came from me trying to be concise in what I was trying to say. I should’ve just left him a voicemail (because he was at work at he time, and he works in a gov’t building with no windows and no phones allowed inside, if you get my meaning).
Jack Savage: Man of Mystery.
I brought my dog to work today, so all is well.
i recently re-enrolled in university, after an absence of three years. i am finishing up my last semester (yes, i dropped out a semester short of graduating mom. i realize now that it was a stupid thing. but i have gotten my act together and you can stop your lecturing now.) and i have been battling with the financial aid office for the entire semester. first they were missing this form, then when i turned it in they were missing another form, and so on and so on. today i received an e-mail that informed me i needed status reports from all of my professors, a letter of graduation intent (which i already turned in, but they needed one that was endorsed by my adviser), and a schedule of the class i am enrolled in (also, i already turned this in, they needed it endorsed, apparently). of course they need this before friday because spring break starts on monday. and of course my professors have all cancelled thursday and friday classes to let us have more time off. so today i walked across the campus a total of twelve times in order to get all of my documentation.
also, i chuckled at the latin american pope. his parents were italian. therefore the church changed everything and nothing at the same time. this is hilarious.
Ugh. I feel for you. School bureaucracy is almost as bad as medical bureaucracy.
i am applying for law school and i keep wondering if it is worth it to put myself through another couple years of this torture. it’s like they make it deliberately difficult.
also, i just was told that there is free pizza in a room of the building i am in, as long as i listen to a lecture about the importance of “microfinance.” should i go? is it worth it…
Where’s the pizza from????
it is from valentino’s, which is a chain that i am assuming only exists in lincoln nebraska. it is okay, i would rate it between dominoe’s and godfather’s.
I’d say go for it!
Free food is free food.
yes, pizza and microfinace!
Microfinance is more fun than it sounds! Do it!!
The ladyblog’s birthday dinner was a resounding success. I know you all were petrified. I went to a vegan restaurant on saturday, and it was really good! People have been like “how could you go to a vegan restaurant? You love meat!” And i’m like “That is true that I love meat, but I don’t have to eat it literally all the time. Plus to make vegan food really good it means you have to do creative and interesting things, which I’m all about.” Plus I don’t hate vegan foods. Just vegans. I’m just kidding, vegans. I’m sure you all are wonderful people. I just disagree with the choices you have made in your life. In other food news, I’ve decided to corn my own beef this year for St. Paddy’s day. It’s a very exciting time and I hope it tastes good!
In non-food news, I’m going to France in less than a week! It means I’m going to miss the GoT premiere by a day, and I literally almost changed my return flight when I found out but then I was like, “That’s just silly.”
There’s a popular vegan restaurant near my house, and the one time I went, I ordered a tofu bowl with tofu, brown rice, greens, and sauce, and it was terrible! I love brown rice and tofu, so I had to wonder what the fake meat tasted like if they couldn’t even get down delicious basics.
Anyway, thanks to lawblog, gentlemansteph and I have been drinking Willet rye (with giant ice cubes and in Old Fashioneds) since Saturday, and it is great! Recommend. Thank you lawblog.
Also as long as I’m just talking to you for forever, congratulations on the cool birthday dinner and the cool beef corning plans and the cool France trip. What did you make for the birthday dinner?
I’m glad you liked the rye! As I said before, it’s my new favorite.
At the vegan place I tried not to order anything that was pretending to be like meat, because I would totally end up disappointed. And to their credit they didn’t have many dishes like that on the menu.
For the birthday, I made
1st course: Table smoked salmon, pressed potato salad, trout roe, lardo, homemade mustard
2nd course: Marinated portobello, shaved asparagus, parsley, balsmic reduction, chèvre, shallot confit, apricot gel, porcini “dirt”, lavender
3rd course: Wagyushu strip, asian pear, cucumber, edamame, gochugaru, tea smoked quail egg, sesame, scallion, soy and lime puddings
4th course: 3 year aged cheddar, pumpernickel, olive oil, tomato jam
5th course: PB&J Gelato, cinnamon toast crumb, grape sponge, peanut powder, celery, peanut brittle, grape syrup
FYI, it was exactly as pretentious and douchey as it sounds.
lardo…sigh…I ate so much lardo in Italy. I made friends with a butcher!
Hahahahahaaaaa “gentlemansteph.” Next LA Monster Mash I am totally calling him that.
Wow, as a fan of corned beef, colour me jealous. I think if there was a corned beef of the month club I would join it. Also good luck, I’m sure it will be “soo good” like Spiderman apple pie.
It’s actually really easy. It just takes 5-7 days. But that’s all just letting it sit and brine in the fridge. I’m using a variation on this recipe: http://ruhlman.com/2010/03/corned-beef-how-to-cure-your-own/
So all you really need is salt, sugar, a brisket, pickling spice, garlic, a space in the fridge, and time.
Cool, thanks! That’s a lot, maybe i’ll make it for a party or something, I can personally only handle one can at a time.
Koko happy today. koko play. eat many fruit. play kitten. watch computer. koko happy. koko like baby
I enjoy this Andy Serkis fanfic.
what means
You are my new favorite monster of all time. I’ve never stopped loving Koko.
What kind of name is Wes Welker anyway? What’re you, some kind of…don’t go.
Are we talking about this? Because I am not happy right now.
Seriously. 2 years and $12 million? And the Patriots didn’t match that? That sounds very odd. Either Welker didn’t give them a chance to match or the Patriots really didn’t want him any more. Both of which sound odd.
Yea, it’s looking like the Pats just let him go. Garbage sources are saying Brady’s “enraged.” It’s all pretty weird. And Adam Schefter’s the worst and his twitter layout looks like it’s from 1995.
Counter point: Adam Schefter is the best.
I had a really shitty day yesterday. Just every little thing going wrong. On top of a long story involving me looking for a new apartment despite my lease not ending until August and a LOT of bullshit with trying to meet my realtor after work to look at apartments (spoiler alert: I didn’t see any apartments, and wasted about an hour and a half of my day). And today I am in a residual bad mood.
My subway line ceasing to function this morning and making me 45 minutes late to work didn’t help. New York monsters: am I the only one who feels like the MTA has just completely taken a nose dive in terms of running properly in the last couple months? It was never a stellar institution to begin with, but it also didn’t always routinely make me late to work. Would it fucking kill them to get their shit together during morning rush hour, probably the most important time of the day for everyone riding the subway?
But on the plus side, St. Patrick’s Day is this Sunday and I’m gonna get DRONK and I took Monday off work in preparation so there’s that.
i am sorry your day was awful. when i was living in d.c. i played with the idea of moving to new york, and then i started an apartment search and i decided that it just wasn’t going to happen. it was like navigating the seventh circle of hell but probably more expensive.
I upvoted based solely on the word DRONK.
The MTA is all-around terrible. Things have gotten so much worse, in terms of maintenance and security. Also the number of mentally unstable riders has increased a hundred-fold.
I’m pretty sure that I lost my gardening sheers, which I just bought. And I wore out my gardening gloves within 2 hours of using them, which might be my fault for planting irises. And then I got a terrible allergic reaction to one of the millions of things I pulled out of my yard on Monday, and now I have big red rashes under my eyes. Hopefully, though, I pulled the thing that was causing my allergies last summer. Unless it’s hydrangeas? I don’t know…
What I do know is that the Veronica Mars Kickstarter is breaking all sorts of records and today I got to be a party of history.
Do you think if I donated extra, I could get Backup to sign a poster instead of Piz?
i read recently that sliced lemon that has been warmed up applied directly to red swollen tissue under the eye (but careful, not on the actual eye ball!) is good for taking down the swelling. also
Oh, I will try that! Thanks!
My day has been in some respects a nightmare, but also had some good moments? It’s all been very confusing and roller-coaster-ride-esque. I woke up this morning on a La-Z-Boy in my mom’s apartment, having slept under a blanket with a giant picture of Taylor Swift’s face on it. Then I spent the morning at the hospital because someone in my family is super sick and it’s all very serious and grim. Then I had to take a really long train ride back to the city so I could work for the rest of the day. But then I got to work and got some happy work news so that was nice! But now I really want to go home and drink wine/pass out on my couch since I haven’t been home really at all this week, but I have to go to class. But at least nobody has been spying on me I guess?
Went to pick-up my boyfriend’s tourist visa for Brazil and they said there was an error. Their word. He is gone until next week and we leave on the 23rd so he better get this fixed quick. There might not be enough time. Ugh. So that’s where I am.
how much did the visa cost? if it’s not too invasive a question. i have been wanting to treat myself to a trip outside of the country for graduating and brazil is my preferred location. but i read that visas were at least a thousand dollars…
Brazilian visas are $160 for Americans. I don’t know if you have another passport but they are $30 for the rest of the world. It’s more for Americans because we charge them more.
Firstly, I just want you all to know that it isn’t me that’s stalking Benedict. Secondly, my day has been ok. Going home next week for the first time since August, so I’m looking forward to seeing my two best friends. I’m at a weird point in the semester where I’m about to be really busy, but I’m not there yet so it’s hard to get motivated about things. I’m kinda blah, but it was so pretty outside today that I took the C line instead of the B line just to walk around in the sunshine.
The news about 2 more series of Sherlock is pretty awesome, too.
funny face sad. why
Oh no, what’s wrong???
Overly hectic day, then i got an invite to a very good friend’s probably last birthday party. Fucking cancer. Puts the other stuff in perspective, but still. Fucking cancer.
Yesterday, I found out about a project that’s hiring and submitted my resume and talked to my contact at the staffing agency, who sounded really optimistic. I felt great, and as a result, I haven’t done shit today. This is obviously terrible, because I don’t have the job yet, and I haven’t even heard anything about it today, which makes it less likely that I have the job (things move very fast in the zany wonderful world of doc review). It’s like that episode of Arrested when Lindsay celebrates her commercial before she even starts working. Except I’m not even drinking, just being generally useless.
All that said, not a bad day (laziness is fun, guys). I took Duke to the vet for routine vaccinations, and not because he was pooping weird or eating plastic, for once. I gave $25 to Rob Thomas because I’m a sucker for VM – I teared up when Keith hugged her during that video, and also when the theme music kicked up. Last night (I know this wasn’t today, but it’s impacted today’s mood!) I took my 15-year-old trumpet player brother to see Wynton Marsalis at the Walt Disney Concert Hall, and he was so enthralled I don’t even care that I paid through the nose for some of the worst seats in the house.
Today was my first day off in a week so that was awesome. Also, I was walking down the street today wearing an Empire Strikes Back shirt (deal with it, Gabe!) and I saw a guy wearing a Return of the Jedi shirt. Without a word, we fist-bumped and nodded in approval. Such a nerd, you guys.
Wonderful! It’s 95 degrees where I am and I’m about to see Roger Federer then Rafa Nadal play tennis!
i have so much work to do. i basically haven’t gone to my stupid drawing class all quarter (too busy waiting by the mailbox for my macarthur genius grant money) so i have like two months worth of drawings to do in the next week or so. luckily (not luckily, i am so broke, you guys) i’ve been getting barely any hours at work, so i have a decent amount of time to get everything done, although i have dumb band stuff to do most of those evenings.
the dumb band p.r. stuff is… working, i guess? i dunno. we got a few write-ups in local blogs and junk, and some nice reviews of our album (although one reviewer didn’t care for us because we are too depressing?) and we’ve got some pretty decent shows coming up (though all of those came about before we started working with the publicist, so i think that’s a better achievement than any of the press stuff) (parentheticals, you guys). but i dunno. it’s still just weird.
i’ve been having a real string of bad luck with ordering stuff online lately. a while back i ordered some clothes, but the shipper left my apartment number off the shipping address and they got lost. then like a month ago i won a comic in an ebay auction and payed for it right away, but never got it, and the seller never responded to any of my emails. and now i’ve got a bunch of comics i ordered on amazon that were supposed to get here like a week ago. uuugh, i just want my stupid comic books that i shouldn’t have bought in the first place, you guys!
Hey, i tracked down your dumb band using my amay-zing searching skills and videogum profile history browsing. Not dumb! Depressing in the right way! So, count me in for definitely buying music and hopefully buying show tickets in a couple of weeks.
aw, thank you!
(another weird thing for me: playing shows with actual tickets, as opposed to “just pay five bucks at the door to the stage sub-section of the bar, if the doorman is paying attention.”)
What is, The Hotel Utah, Alex? I’ll stick with “SF Bars” for 400
oh, man. when we first started playing in the city, we played the retox lounge (r.i.p. i think?) a lot, where the stage is downstairs, and i don’t think anyone ever paid to get in. i think once someone even stole the door money ‘cos the doorman left it unattended. and we almost never got paid ‘cos we always had to lay low ‘cos we were all underage. we’ve only played hotel utah once, but it was a quite a bit better.
I went to the eye doctor this morning and finally had to go ahead and allow him to dilate my eyes (I always skedaddle before they do that part because hey, I took off work for this I can’t be a member of the Junior Owl Brigade with my big ol’ dilated pupils for the rest of the day and also how will I drive home?)because the doctor had to do a bunch of eyebally tests. And it was just as cuckoo as I remember walking around with monster pupils and not being able to see a damn thing up close but make out things in the distance just fine. I drove carefully home and slept it off and now I’m back at work. Also: fuck health care reimbursement accounts. Just pay the fucking doctor outright! Why do I gotta be the middle man?!
I have to do the dilation thing every 6 months. Since all of my work involves the computer, I try to schedule it for the end of the work day, and then occupy the evening with cleaning or watching tv. I’m able to drive home if it’s during the day (with the assistance of those weird wrap sunglasses that they have at the doctor), but I tried to drive home at night once which was terrible because all the lights just blur together. So don’t try to drive at night if you have to get it done again.
Yeah, the doctor says I have some “thinness” “back there” that needs to be monitored (Mrs. Super Patient over here, with my crazy good listening skills), so I have to go back for dilation every 6 months now, too. Thanks for the advice on the non-night driving! Next time I’ll probably just ply a friend with offers of beer if they come pick me up.
Second week at a new job! Today has been a day of re-learning really basic stoichiometry (chemistry math used to make solutions and buffers), things that I haven’t had to do in a long time as we followed pretty foolproof recipes during grad school. Suddenly I have to navigate seldom-used, overgrown paths in my brain. Yeesh.
My boyfriend and I have been doing The Artist’s Way, a book/program to help you reclaim creative drive, for a week-and-a-half now. It’s great (especially the daily writing), but finding time to do it is a challenge given my day job. Have any of you done this program?
As far as I’m concerned, all stoichiometry is advanced. Congrats on the new job!
I haven’t done the Artist’s Way, but I’ve perused it at a bookstore. But I used to use 750words.com, which I think is maybe based on The Artist’s Way. They give you little badges if you write 750 words a day (duh). And it helped me through some rough patches where I just didn’t want to write. However, I would just stop writing at 750 no matter what was going on, so I don’t know if that’s a recommendation or not. Anyway, yay, creativity!
My dog was limping this morning. Hopefully it’s nothing, a hangnail.
“Who’s the pope?!”
“I’m the pope!”
I would like to offer a double Fuck You to Mr. Cumberbatch on this matter.
Fuck You #1: You chose to be a celebrity. This is the life you were aiming for. People shouldn’t stalk you, for sure, but you willingly went into it knowing that such things were a possibility, and that your privacy would be severely minimized. Buck up and take some responsibility for your actions.
Fuck You #2: Don’t even act like this whole thing about following and harassing celebrities came from America and spread out from here. British tabloids are THE WORST at that. I saw a two-page spread once about Liam Gallagher ordering a hamburger at a restaurant, and that was like 10 years ago. It’s nothing new, and it’s nothing to blame us for.
Woah…deep breaths. Nobody deserves to have their life behind their own doors live tweeted out for weirdoes. You choose to been famous in public. Not famous when you’re at home doing you’re own thing.
I’m not saying it’s right, or that he deserves it, merely that this is how the world is. You know it, I know it, and anybody who goes down a path that might lead to fame and recognition knows it. Right or wrong, this is the choice he made.
Well it’s snowing where I am, and I have a day off so I wrapped up warm, turned up the heat and ate two magnum ice creams.
I also shouted at some episodes of L&O:SVU, decided to do pilates but tl;dr I ended up taking a nap on my mat and listened to Justin Timberlake’s new album (half is very good the rest is meh).
I had a leftover baked chicken cutlet with quinoa/rice blend for lunch today and it was the highlight of my day. Not that the rest of my day was bad or anything, it was just a really satisfying lunch.
I went out to happy hour with my current coworkers today and tomorrow I’m going to a party at my former coworkers’ house to celebrate the return of yet another one of my former coworkers to Boston! I guess I’m pretty lucky that I’ve had good coworkers. And now I’m going to go pick up some Pakistani food I ordered and write a book!
I’m curious about your book, flanny. Where’s your Twitter? Didn’t anyone tell you that if you want to write a book these days you need a Twitter?
I’m so excited for both your books! Do Monsters get a discount when they’re published?
Ug, I know. I have a twitter, but right now it’s mostly just me retweeting Paul F. Tompkins and having inside joke convos with my friends.
But I will follow you, imsteph! Follow back and I’ll try to be more writerly!
Do you know of the game Robocop Pinball, my friends? It is truly marvelous. So often in Spare Oom one feels buffeted by galactic winds beyond one’s control, yet this wondrous game allows one to stand for a few precious moments above the harsh and fickle world of flashing lights and startling noises, and to become the Buffeter rather than the Buffetee. Have at thee, silver orb!
I have recently gained employment as a washer of dishes at a public house. The owner has been kind enough to lodge me in the store room and my wages come in the form of meals and unlimited games of Robocop Pinball, although I am discouraged from playing during meal times as the game is very loud. It opens a tiny hollow of sadness in my heart that the machine’s cries of “Your move, creep!” do not bring everyone the same undiluted joy they do me.
In the evenings the regular patrons of the public house often gather around to praise my natural aptitude for Robocop Pinball, but I suspect that their adulation is less than sincere. They pay the Joot Box to release a caged echo of the song Pinball Wizard, once performed by a group of British minstrels known as the Who? (perhaps they were robbed of their identities by some magic? I do not know) and then join in raucously whenever the lead amnesiac sings, “Sure plays a mean Pinball!”
“Robocop Pinball,” I gently correct them, but they do not listen.
But it is in the dark hours of the night, when everyone has gone to bed and I am alone with Robocop Pinball, that I truly enter what I believe is the Zone. Just as the Human looming over the game’s playing field and barking directives is a hybrid of flesh and metal, so too do I feel myself becoming one with the machine. My soul speaks to me in the staccato language of gunshots and sirens.
Lately, however, my trances have with increasing frequency been interrupted by melancholy musings. Is this game a true reflection of Spare Oom? In Narnia, if one was down to one’s last silver orb and it seemed doomed to fly past the flippers and thereafter into the abyss, Aslan would arrive in the nick of time and spirit it to safety. Or if he didn’t, one had confidence that it was for a very good reason. But it often seems that the caretaker of Spare Oom is about as effective in his or her role as a lowly Faun with unremarkable eye-hand coordination might be.
I confessed these thoughts to one of the regular patrons while he was deep in his cups and he offered me a small pouch of green tobacco with the instruction to “put that in your pipe and smoke it.” The fragrance of the smoke was reminiscent of a Skunk’s defensive vapours, but not unpleasantly so. It would enhance my communion with the game immeasurably, he assured me. And so it did.
For last night something truly unexpected occurred: the metal Human addressed me directly, using words which departed wildly from his standard script.
“TUMNUS!” he bellowed.
“Oh gracious me!” I said, alarmed. My silver orb, forgotten, plunged into the abyss.
“What are you doing here? Time is of the essence!”
“But, but the White Stag! There have been no, no leads!” I stammered. “I cannot find him!”
“And perhaps you ne’er shall. What then? Is there nothing more to you? Will you spend the rest of your days in thrall to this machine? You have been ensorcelled, Tumnus. Robocop Pinball has clouded your wits!”
I shook my head, awoken for the first time to the truth of it, yet I could not rid myself of the wool I felt swaddling my thoughts. Furthermore, I discovered that my lower half was in a regrettable state of excitement, as if anticipating lunar revels.
“As a man, my name was Alex James Murphy,” the metal Human continued. “I lost my name for a time but the machinery could not erase it entirely. I fought it, Tumnus, and so must you. Follow the example of Darfader. Throw the emperor down the shaft! Yolo!”
“I do not know what that means!” I cried in dismay.
“There is more to the world than this machine! AWAKEN THE SLUMBERING GOD!”
At that moment the song Manic Depression performed by Mr. Jimi Hendrix slipped free of the Joot Box at a thunderous volume and it all became too much for me. My senses overwhelmed, I blushingly admit that I fainted.
“AAAAAAAAaaa,” I said en route to the floor.
I did not return to myself until this morning, when the owner prodded me with his foot where I had fallen. No doubt, my friends, you are thinking that it must have been a dream, as did I. But you see, after some research I learned that the full name of the man who went on to become the Robocop was indeed Alex James Murphy! That knowledge did not come from within me. It was a message, a sign from the caretaker of Spare Oom, and he or she has given me a purpose.
My resolve has been renewed. I shall leave this place with all haste, just as soon as I reach 100,000 points.
Mr. Tumnus, your comments are a treat! <3<3
Miss Kate, you are as sweet as Turkish Delight.
Awww…
This is the greatest thing I have read all week.
I want you to write a book, please.
We should just print out these posts, age them with tea, and have them put under glass in the Smithsonian.
Today was pretty good. Preschool classes came to visit me at work yesterday and today. They are great! The kids are so darn cute and very excited about everything we do. Yesterday, I asked them what rabbits like to eat, thinking they would say carrots or clover, and a boy shouted, “FOOD!” I was asked today if the library was my home. Sadly, It is not.
We have a secret pal program at work, where we send small things to our pal each month. I got a gift from my pal today, and it was so thoughtful and nice. They were just small things (pretzel chips and metal bookmarks), but it really made my day. It is just nice to know sometimes that someone else took the time to think of you.
It’s rare that small children come to the university, but when they do, I make it a point to stop what I’m doing and wave at them. They come in looking so uncomfortable but leave smiling. The world of grown-ups is a strange place.
I used to do the same thing at the museum. If I saw a group of kids wandering around while we were moving paintings or doing installations, I’d make sure to say hi, just so they knew that sometime people got to do fun things for a living.
Hahahaha, what was this Twitter account like?! “8:07 pm – Saw Benedict walk past the window. Looked like he has some tea and a book.” “10:37 pm – Benedict walked outside to put some trash in a bin.” “11:45 pm – All the lights in the house are off now, so I think he went to bed.” RIVETING STUFF.
My day was good. Work was crazy busy, but that was okay. Apparently the greater metropolitan Orlando area just had a LOT of stuff it wanted to do today, so you know. Cool. Also I was in the newsroom when the white smoke went up so that was fun. Now I’m going for a run. Tomorrow I’m doing my taxes! Huzzah!
I live-tweeted the popeinstallation thing like a mofo as I was watching the BBC live feed from my desk at work. I feel like such a journalist. I went home and accidentally fell asleep trying to avoid further pope coverage on tv because Santa did not honor my request for an African pope.
I also had to email a classmate because we have peer reviews due this weekend based on journaling our online activities, and the classmate I got did diddly squat this semester. It’s worth 20% of my grade, so I’m going to tear her a new one.
My annoying night class tomorrow is cancelled so for once this semester, I’m actually looking forward to Thursday.
Oh I wanted to have lunch by the duck pond but I got sick of walking so many tourists, so I turned around. On my way back I encountered a mentally unstable man in what I initially assumed was a buddhist monk’s robe. Imagine a Wisconsin, stoner guy in a winter hat spewing obscenities in a red skirt.
I’m very late to this
Yesterday was okay, but I had to take my dog to my in-laws house and my husband’s aunt made a joke about kids that is making it very hard to like her (the DAY AFTER the wedding she joked about stealing my birth control…cause that’s normal…). This morning I’m grumpy all over for a couple of different reasons but mostly just because I’m tired and my boss and I started a project yesterday and he’s like “let’s split it” so I did my half yesterday and I KNEW I should have just done his half yesterday to save myself the issue, but of course I didn’t and then this morning he’s like “can you do my half cause blah blah I won’t be in until 11:30?” which annoyed me because I have a lot to do this morning AND we have an 11 meeting AND I could have done it yesterday AND he’s always arriving later than I am and leaving earlier AND it’s kind of a bullshit project anyway. But, he’s really a pretty good boss and he’s always on my side about things so I shouldn’t complain, it’s just one of those things that was bad timing and hit me the wrong way. But tonight I’m going to Las Vegas and that should be fun!
What are your plans in Vegas?
Nothing special…mr. truck’s company goes there this time of year every year so this is the 3rd year in a row I’ve gone with him so we’ve seen the shows we really wanted to see and we’re slowly working our way through the restaurants. We’re going to the Grand Canyon on Saturday which I’m SUPER excited about!
Have a good time! Stay away from the edge!
What is it with people trying to force everyone else to have babies? Stop it, parents and aunts and coworkers!