Hee! Now I want to make pitas with faces -- olives for eyes, red pepper slice for mouth, etc.
New toy! New toy! Mr. Pita could have a carrot stick tie and Mrs. Pita could carry a pickle purse.
ETA: Oooh. That's my first cereal post in AGES. I dub thee, huevos rancheros.
One night with a few inches of accumulation I had to walk several blocks through the snow in Flatiron/Chelsea. The only good thing is that the city was utterly quiet. It was beautiful.
Also the people who took out their snow skis.
Adelphia just called to see if now was a good time for them to fix my cable. Now, in the sense of
BETWEEN FIVE AND SEVEN LIKE WE AGREED ON, DOOF.
Now I'm frustrated by knowing it could have been over sooner.
Doooooooood.
The snow is just avalanching down. And since we're so high up, it's getting blown every which way. Super-fantastic. I'm so very very very glad I bus home. I just can't decide if I should go to the bar or go home and work out.
You'd think that leaving a message with an actual human would be a novelty, but the caller is almost invariably bewildered and mournful at the prospect.
I'm kind of like Jessica -- I prefer voice mail because that way I can leave a longer message. With a person, I feel bad if I leave anything more than a name and phone number (because you can't ask some poor receptionist or assistant to take a 50-word message), and I'm always nervous I won't get called back.
But I understand why obvious disappointment at talking to a person would be wilting to said receptionist or assistant.
Cable people are evil. I'm warding off the evil cable vibes as we speak. Neither pitas nor pickles are involved, however, so that's kinda sad.
Warding with pickles is kinda creepy.
I'm trying to work out if a guy at work said I was attractive. Something to do with Batgirl's emotional damage, so it's hard to tell.
On the upside, he gave me chocolate. Well, allowed me to take chocolate. On the down side, the kaju kathli is done.
Hi msbelle! Sorry to disappear for an hour. I had to go teach.
On the down side, the kaju kathli is done.
The whatha whatha?
Cable people are evil.
This is true. Every time someone moves out from the upstairs apartment, they turn my cable off. You'd think sometime in the last 5 years and close to a dozen complaints about this the cable company would figure out not to cut service to the entire house.
I just realized something about this week's Alias.
There were no wigs or skimpy outfits.
It was a really good episode, but that just seems wrong somehow.