Well, then it gets confusing. 4 1/2 could mean two bedrooms or living and dining rooms too - it works best at the low end of the scale, from what I could tell. We always lived in 5 1/2s, i.e., three bedrooms, and for sure the second bathroom never arose.

holy moley

I couldn't just let the pretty number lie there.

I'm printing out my resume, my application and my essay. MEEP. Am worried about this, but if I didn't get it, it might be okay.

The Pope is now on a respirator. Man, does it suck to be him. Who is going to have the guts to pull the plug on the Pope?

Methinks he's not long for this world. He's had a good run, though -- he's been the pontiff for more than a quarter-century. He's the only pope I can remember, having been elected when I was 7.

Still, it'll be weird when he dies.

t edit Binary post! W00t!!1!

OC:

Does El Nino really affect SoCal, or does Sandy need to shut up some more.

My love for Julie Cooper knows no bounds.

We always lived in 5 1/2s, i.e., three bedrooms, and for sure the second bathroom never arose.

My first apartment outside RVC was a 6 1/2, and we sure could have used another bathroom.

Ick. After that it was just me and 3 1/2s. It's been pretty much that forever, except for a brief foray into the world of 4 1/2 in Michigan.

In reality Burbank is not bad.

Frost. I like Kat and Lori and Robin, but fear outdoor ice with an unholy terror.

Hmm. I think I may be a wee bit closer to krav in the new place. Will you look at that?

Hmm. I think I may be a wee bit closer to krav in the new place. Will you look at that

I told you. It was SHOUTING your name.

ita, it frosted two days. Two days since I've lived in this house.

Fear not the frost. Fear the blazing heat.

I like my area a lot, or as much as I can like any place in Los Angeles.

My bathroom has that old fashioned teeny square and rectangular ceramic tiles like you find in 50s/60s era school bathrooms. In pale yellows. It reminds me of elementary school so much I expect to smell paste, clay and the throwup dust. But better than the bathroom in the house growing up: pale weird blue fixtures, same blue and yellow tile work and one wall COVERED with dark blue and gold carpet tiles. Felty carpet tiles. It was atrocious. Cats loved climbing it though.

One of my first apartments had a WWII bathroom, the kind that was in pinkish tiles with a row of black tiles as trim.

It was my favorite part of the apartment.

Whoot!

JJ signed the the Alias pilot for auction. Whoot!