I don't think I've ever had a nectarine. I almost bought one, but I coudlnt' figure out how to tell if one was ripe so I got the plum instead.

Nectarines have always freaked me out. It's because of the Sesame Street sketch with a planet populated by two kinds of aliens, and the only food is nectarines, which neither alien can eat on their own. I found the whole concept profoundly disturbing.

Bec likes 'em. Yet she's iffy on carrots. It's amazing we lasted as long as we did.

Quick Wally report: apparently there's a woman in Pittsburgh who thinks I "sound so cool". Can we defeat the tyranny of distance?!? Well, no. But it's still flattering. Meanwhile, I've changed the headline for my profiles. I started with "Satisfaction guaranteed or your monkey back". After a couple of misfires (including "I need your help, Barry Manilow"), I've settled on "Give in to your grown-up tastes". I like it, I am indeed a many-layered sandwich in a world of fries, and besides, the talking oven mitt always makes me giggle. Plus, I get to test out whether I really do have Svengali-like powers I can exercise through the internets. (I had to make a conscious effort not to make it "Give in to your grown-up tastes, talky-meat".)

Nectarines have always freaked me out. It's because of the Sesame Street sketch with a planet populated by two kinds of aliens, and the only food is nectarines, which neither alien can eat on their own. I found the whole concept profoundly disturbing.

I vaguely remember those sketches, but definitely have the impression of being weirded out by them.

::googles:: [link] (first two paragraphs)

Yeah, still creepy, but I have intimacy issues.

I think buying a nectarine tonight was a bad idea. Clicking on that link is also likely to be a bad idea too but I probably will.

One time I was eating a nectarine and the pit cracked and a GIANT BUG scampered out.

PTSD

Now I am certain that the nectarine is a bad idea as I can't stomach the thought of eating now. Ew ewwwwwww ewwww ew.

A nectarine once bit my sister...

Well, we don't get a mayor this election so much as a run-off but it looks to be a run-off between the edgy candidate and the one who might stave us from bankruptcy (literally) which is a step further than we were yesterday.

To sum up:
Big giant snake - 0
Surfer outsider chick - 43
Former police chief - 27
All the rest - SOL (totaling 30)

However we'd like to keep our big giant cross by giving it to the federal gov't.

I really don't understand my city. And I am going to bed.

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::hoards her nectarines to save them from the wrong-thinking nectarine haters::

Hi, peeps! Just popping in to say I miss you all. Have been busy, busy and it's hard keeping up with you talky-meat folks.

{{Cass}} Sorry you lost the battle with the vacuum cleaner, but it sounds like you won the war, so good on ya.

{{Sunil}} You're a very fast learner. I didn't learn those techniques with my father until I was in my 30s. I wish I'd had the buffistas back then to coach me through!

Bookless libraries are just plain wrong. But I liked my computer databases in college. They supplemented our stacks, which were extremely extensive, but they couldn't carry everything! And now I better go check my overdue book list since you guys just had to bring that up. I can't wait to become a senior citizen, they don't have to pay fines here (25 cents a day and renewal doesn't save you if you're already late.)

Must go shower, now or I'll be late for work. Ta!

Timelies!

I'm about to run off and start laundy. I'm hoping they'll have lots of machines available right when they open (sometimes they use them for laundry by the pound in the morning, and that annoys me). I want to just be in and out.

I had weird dreams last night. Just in case you were wondering...

PC, I'm glad you are getting a hold on the situation with your family. It's tough stuff.

::hoards her nectarines to save them from the wrong-thinking nectarine haters::

Yum. huddles with Sail munching on nectarines. We love fruit in my house. Plums too. The kids devour fruit.

I had weird dreams last night. Just in case you were wondering...

Fun weird, porny weird, just weird?

I have to make sense of my house this morning before I go to work. It's very bad. I had a housekeeper, but she disappeared. Everything was cool for a month. She was here M-F for 3 hours a day and it was going great. She was here last Monday and seemed fine, then she never returned. I left 3 messages on her cell through the week. No word at all. I have no clue what happened. I interview someone else today. It is shocking what happens to my house without help in a week. Since I've been setting up the office the house is more neglected than ever. Sigh. Off to do dishes and stuff.

The good news is that this morning I am expecting delivery of 4, that's right, FOUR, new bookcases. Yay!!!