Natter 36: But We Digress...
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
The Moonlighting episode of The Taming of the Shrew is on right now.
I don't know if I have seen it since the original, but I feel like that is one ofmy top 3 favorite sitcom moments ever.
I also like the Moonlghting episode where they talk aboue "the man with the mole on his nose" like Dr. Suess, and the Designing Women, where somehow Julia Sugarbaker ends up donning oven mitts and trying to unzip a sleeping homeless man's pants to see if he has a mole on his butt. And then he wakes up. Hm,mm... I seem to think moles are funny,
Also, the insomnia airy is visiting.
I must awake in like, four hours.
I have movers coming on Friday but it seems like now my landlord will not let me in on the day I a) have movers and b) CRIED IN THE OFFICE to get the day off.
I have a line on a new job within the University at a whole different school, Nursing.
I also drank coffee at 7 pm,
I may deserve insomnia.
I have also learned, through flipping my non-cable channels that a) Lindsay Lohan skinny looks like she is about 40 (david Letterman) and that b) I breifly thought Amber Tamblyn was Lauren Ambrose, but I like both of them (Jay Leno).
Also, Sinbad claiming to have dated Tom Cruise to the detriment of his career= funny
ITakeItBack...ITakeItBack...ITakeItBack...ITakeItBack...ITakeItBack...
Ow. I brushed the raw!knuckle against something. Likely putting away laundry. Maybe it was a cotton fiber. Or an air molecule. Owwwwwwww.
I hereby give up my Brave New Toaster status
I am hoping to get through tonight with bare skin and salve, and then in the morning bandage the bejesus out of it. The band-aids, they rock. Kisses from mom must be impregnated into band-aids.
I may deserve insomnia.
No one deserves insomnia.
Ok, I posted this in Bitches over the weekend and didn't get much a response aside from Aimée's clever comment, so I'll try once again here and then I'll shut up. I'm just being so persistent because this is such a life changing issue, I'd really like some personal experiences to go on (albeit from total strangers).
Thanks much.
Avoid the Greyhound station. Sorry Eddie, but that's all I've got.
I've been lusting after a pair of Crocs, but was dubious without trying them on. Maybe I'll go ahead and order a pair now, based on lori's rec.
The Death Clock [link] tells me I'm going to outlive my husband by 4.5 years. Kind of a depressing yet fascinating toy.
And jumping from Death Clock to Wealth Clock, led me to this site, which tries to put Bill Gates' wealth in perspective. The bit where he shouldn't even bend over to pick up money laying on the ground, unless it's about $200 bucks is...amusing?
I know there are lots of hot (if snooty) guys at the tea dances there, but somehow doubt that information will be of much use to you.
Avoid traffic through downtown on the interstate, as gridlock is ferocious?
Eddie, I think there's only a handful of Atlantans amongst the Buffistas. From personal contacts, I've gathered that it's less conservative than the rest of GA, there's a vibrant arts scene, and generally people from other states feel right at home pretty quickly.
I don't know how the public transit stacks up -- I've taken it on my exactly 2 trips to the city and thought it was pretty spiffy, but then I was only on the subway, which of course is limited in its scope. Also -- and I say this as a person who lives and works in areas with large minority populations, so I'm used to seeing a wide variety of people in all parts of my daily life -- I found Atlanta to be way more African-American than I expected (in a good way, mind) so much so that I had a mini-epiphany of what it felt like to be a Minority Person.
In other news, timelies! The garbage has been put out, so the rest of the day is downhill from here, right?
The death clock gives me a life expectancy of 72. Really, if I make it to 65 without my brain popping like an M-80 I'll be pleasantly surprised.
Does it make sense on any planet than an apartment's utilities (aggregated) can balloon from $40/person/month to $200 person/month between summer and winter? I know there is heating and shit, but 5x difference? I am trying to figure out whether the tenants in this place currently hold weekly light shows, or what.
Our gas/heating bill goes from $40 to $200 in the winter, and we are relatively frugal with heat - we turn it off when we go to bed or are out, unless it's craxy cold, and fear the pipes freezing or something. There were actually more days like that last winter than usual. So fucking cold. So, actually, I don't think that's so crazy. If it was electric heat, I think it would be like $400 or so a month, if I recall correctly from my ONE winter with electric heat. Yikes.
Yay for Sheryl and G!
Ow, Cass!
I have never been to Atlanta.
And I am increasingly glad that heat is covered in my rent.
I think that's all.