My local radio station is playing something that sounds suspiciously like a porno soundtrack. Though it does have a bit of that elevator music feel to it. It's supposed to be soothing, though I think it's more likely to inspire bad quickie-in-the-elevator porn.
I'm still not sure, but this seemed like an appropriate thing to share here at Buffistas.
Wow! According to Sumi's link, Ralphie's dad really let himself go to the dogs...
Very sweet, but possibly not your intended link, Sumi?
No! It was supposed to be a story on AICN. Hmmm, let me see if I can find it.
Here is what I meant to link to!
I baked muffins for tomorrow morning, also got a pitcher full of Arnold Palmers in the fridge and the starts of cookies (didn't realize I was almost out of eggs). That's enough for today. To bed.
There is a certain dada quality to sumi's links tonight.
Dear God, my alcoholic neighbor is outside screeching again. She does this every night. I had been hoping she was arrested. According to my sister, a couple days ago neighbor lady was waving a knife around outside our apartment at some people. The people took the knife from her and she called the cops. Sigh.
My pizza dough is proofing. Can't decide whether to go mozzarella or goat cheese.
Went to see
Good Night, And Good Luck.
George Clooney is kinda good at a bunch of things. I know very little of this period in US history, and it was completely fascinating. I mean, I'd heard of and seen bits of McCarthy, but not the Murrow stuff.
I had to change my seat because someone nearby was wearing too much perfume. Who knows--it was probably a perfectly reasonable amount of reasonable perfume. Almost migrained me, though. And what the fuck can you do in that scenario?