Happy birthday, sumi! And welcome back from the big apple, Sue!
Flea's request makes me realise that I don't watch anything in ratings jeopardy that hasn't already been pulled for sweeps. Network bastards, or I'd totally be begging her to watch Kitchen Confidential.
Or, you know, Profit.
Is there any chance of them airing a Scrubs rerun anytime soon?
Happy Birthday, Sumi!
Yeah. Too bad she can't list things in syndication like Firefly, Buffy or Angel.
And too bad that BSG is on hiatus.
Happy Birthday, Sumi!!
I have made it to work,
sans
cat.
It's kind of a "which of my favourite children should I give an extra present to?" thing. Elitist wrongheaded show-cancelling bastards!
::rends hair::
I dreamt I asked someone to shoot me in the head. While not a nightmare (I was then appalled by the mess it made of my hair, and couldn't decide which hospital to drive to), I was relieved upon awakening to find it false.
Happy birthday, Sumi!
Good news -- I realized I had oatmeal to make for breakfast! So that's good, even though I don't really like oatmeal.
And I guess I'm going to be late for work, but I don't care. No one ever notices anyway.
From yesterday:
Kinsey's Institute for Sex Research sign for sale on eBay:
I sent Jessica's eBay link to the folks at the Kinsey Institute and got back several nostalgic notes about the old days of the institute. But by this morning they had decided to contact the seller about recovering their stolen property. They tell me that universities now search eBay every week for this kind of thing, but that they hadn't noticed this one yet.
How do I get 10 pounds of mashed potatoes on the boat to Catalina?
Fill ziplocs and fashion into a skirt? Ask complete strangers to smuggle along packages of mashed potatoes and recover upon arrival?
Today has got to be better.