Stanislaw Lem is dead.
I really hope I can head off this coldlet, but it's a bit comforting to know that my difficulty in hearing yesterday has a simple explanation. I have a deafness paranoia which was offset only slightly by having a hearing test come back normal.
The currently playing Miami Vice episode has Bill Russell, Bernard King, Michael Russell and Harvey Fierstein.
Tim Gunn is going to be on Conan O'Brian's show tomorrow!
My horoscope:
Some people are born great, and others have greatness thrown upon them. You, lucky thing, actually fall into both categories. Stop denying the star quality that makes you inherently you. Step up to the plate.
Okay, I'm no longer denying it. I'm a fucking star.
ION, What's the subject of Hec's new book? Someone at work was just raving about him, and I want to be all name-droppy and pretentious.
ION, What's the subject of Hec's new book?
The album
Swordfishtrombones
by Tom Waits.
Someone was raving about him at work? Raving in a good way? That's so freaking cool. The cockles of my heart are all warm and fuzzy and rolling around like happy puppies now.
eta: Everyone around these parts has been telling you you're a fucking star since forever, and it takes some total stranger with an astrology column to finally convince you? We are so wounded.
Since you can use these to communicate with the crappy drivers around you, it'd almost be worth the risk of having them hacked.
We are so wounded.
No kidding.
Happy belated birthday, Allyson.
Sorry for sucky Mondays. This is my first non-sucky Monday in a long time. No meetings today! At all. Only now I don't know quite what to do with myself.
I stayed up too late last night, but then I slept REALLY late, but I could still sleep more. The only reason I'm going to class is that I have errands I have to run down there, and I want to get my midterm back. At least I can go to Trader Joe's on my way home.
I think the beginning is better than Mahoney, but I'm a heretic, Jesse. Still understand the frustration though.
Oh yeah, the beginning is fantastic, but I was looking forward to what was coming! I mean, Frank had the stroke in the last episode I saw, and then WHAM! back to the pilot.
Meh. You guys are all mired in the possibility that it's all social lube designed to make me feel good.
Horoscopes, OTOH, are an unbiased news source.
custom car shit is just so not my thing. I still laugh at neon on cars. Those hubcaps are ridonkulous.
Tim's says that he should make plans to see a Broadway musical.
I'm sending him to stay with you, msbelle.