Happy New Year!

I have a new computer! It's not from 1995! It's...NEW. And it has...a DVD-ROM...and a CD burner.

And I have at-home DSL, and a new space heater sitting at my feet like a puppy.

I'm, like, totally ready for world domination!

And I just colored my hair! And passed my portfolio review. And I have a new (to me) cellphone, thanks to my sister.

Ice storm predictions nonwithstanding, I'm pretty fucking pleased.

My take on the French press is that you have to have a Disposall in your sink -- to eat up the grinds. With a filter, you just take the whole shebang and throw it out; when the grinds are loose (or packed) into a glass, and you don't want to throw out the glass, that's some extra cleaning to deal with.

Moreso, when you just have a regular sink.

You could always get an old-fashioned percolator. Of course, I am told that makes coffee the equivalent of tar. I wouldn't know, since my coffee tastes are remarkably plebeian (and I smother my coffee with cream and sugar anyway).

isn't it more of a hassle because you actively have to participate in the making of the java?

I'm a tea drinker by trade, so it's not more work than that. Fill the press with coffee and water, wait x minutes, press, pour.

Erin, I haven't seen you in forever. Howdy!

hey, Baby Pink! Howza?

Yeah, y'all'll be seeing me around more. I got the DSL but regretfully declined on the cable, so I have no TV (how am I going to get ALIAS? Fuck if I know.)

It's my last semester of school! I student teach this semester (I start next week) and I grad in May with my 2nd MA. Go, team me. And I've lost 20 pound since this summer and did 12 loads of laundry in the last 4 days.

And I've started a new novel. And I got the new Writer's MArket for Xmas.

I'm all agog over myself.

ita, I've thought about a French press; they're different for tea and coffee, right?

And I have at-home DSL

Yay! More Erin for us! We want more Erin!

See, that makes me happy.

they're different for tea and coffee, right?

I have been known to use mine for tea, on the odd occasion. But I'm philistinical.

And dude -- TWELVE LOADS OF LAUNDRY??? You're a star.

(I tease because I am taken aback by the other less mortal accomplishments)

(woeful) I have about 5 more loads. My rattty tee shirts apparently breed like rats when left in the romantic confines of my closet.

David! Yes, I have no TV, so I will be torturing y'all with my trials, tribualtions and tertiary accomplishments.

Congrats, Erin! The 12 loads of laundry clearly surpass your other achievements.

(Not really, but I'm jealous. I've been avoiding the washer and dryer for a week and a half now.)

That laundry has been around, some of it, for about a year. It was starting to look like a creature from the Cthlulu universe.

It hissed when I poked it with a stick. So I stuck it in some hot water with detergent and this old grimoire I found at the Salvation Army store.

It doesn't hiss anymore, but some of the pants developed a mysterious third leg..