Scotty goes into space.

after last nights feast I expected not to be that hungry this am. I did not know I would dream of cooking a feast of lamb and pork and lobster. Alton showed up as matt and I were cooking and he was impressed.

hee. Last night, I dreamed of crustaceans.

Scotty goes into space.

I'm such a geek. That made me a little misty, and I'm not even a trekker.

That's pretty neat. Bet it's spendy, huh? Should start saving my pennies. I also like that it's not just randomly shooting stuff out into space. Orbit for a couple centuries, then burn up on re-entry. It's... tidy.

Bet it's spendy, huh?

If the people sponsoring it have a brain cell in their heads, they're doing it free of charge for Doohan's ashes.

Well, yeah, that may well be the case for him; I was thinking of my own space urn and attendant costs.

I love the phrase "space urn." I wonder if there's some way to swing one while I'm still alive?

Hey y'all! I need to clean and pack and have zero motivation. Also, I'm trying to finish the layette for my friend who had her baby nearly a month ago, and I have the worst circular needles on the planet. I had to rig the tips with nail polish, finally got some superglue today, and one of the back ends is splitting and keeps snaggling the yarn. We haaaateeeessssss them.

Also I got pictures from my friend from Lake Charles and now I'm all depressed. At least I'll get to see him this week so I can hug his neck.

t Stumbling into the thread, soaking wet and spreading muddy footprints and splashes from my hair

It was raining just now! It was actually raining! First it started like just a few drops, like more than once happens this time of the year (before Sukkot), but then suddenly it started actually raining, real rain with wind and puddles and splushing my glasses so that all the street lamps looked like diamonds out of an old movie and people who were walking in the street and saw how delighted I was of all that thought I was completely insane (including, um, my newest-roommate) and probably more than one sukkah (an improvised little sort of hut, with a roof of branches and leaves) was a bit ruined by the actual rain, but it was raining and I nearly danced my way back to the university and I'm such a big dork.

OK, off to dry my socks and not catch a cold. Oh, and try not to ignore so thoroughly and completely whatever other conversations which were going on around here when I splashed drops all over the carpet or something. Sorry. See "big dork" above. It's just that there's nobody here I can squee to, so I have to do it electronically.

[Edit: 6+1=5+2, and they're one-this-now-the-other, like the now-dry-now-wet that is my skirt at the moment. And I'm still one-track-mind and ignoring everybody else. What sort of behavior is that, right after Yom-Kippur?]

Cooking question! How does one go about toasting only one side of a slice of bread, anyway?