My cousin's new husband is a plumber (either that or an electrician, I've got wires crossed somewhere.) After passing his certifying exam, he's eligible for jobs that make more than I do in the midwest (bs, academic sciences, computer work.) However, while I am likely to encounter shitheads, he's likely to encounter both that AND shit. At all hours.
So I really don't begrudge him at all. I've got a thesis in my head somewhere about market value, social value, esoterica and whatnot. Basically, my position isn't as valuable in comparison because there are fewer people out there who can absolutely not live with their data than there are people out there who can't live without functioning plumbing. Or something. I'm confused by my own negatives.
Ridiculous meara:
I don't know how tall Jesse can really be when she looks so huggable. You just gotta hug Jesse every chance you get. Does that sound like a tall person trait? Do you want to hug Shaq?
I totally want to hug Shaq! Yao Ming, I'm not sure. He seems a little wiry for me.
It did take me a while to draft what JZ would admit about you. At one point it was that you were a "Claymate" but I thought that might be a little obscure for the room.
DAVIDS IS TOTALLY A CLAYMATE! THAT'S HIS SECRET!!
OMG, I am now in love with Alfred Molina. Thank you for sharing that, Robin.
Dude, me too!
I can't stand the guilt any more. Yes, I admit it. I'm only 5'8-3/4", not 5'9". Jesse is 1/4" taller than I am.
BUSTED!
I think it's a myspace reference. IIRC, when you join myspace, there's a Tom, who is like the site owner or admin or something, and he's immediately added to your "friends list."
I'm becoming a MySpace expert, thanks to the article in the Vanity Fair that the postal service finally gave up. Speaking of which, I'm super annoyed at my mail people -- Amazon says they tried to deliver a package to me LAST THURSDAY, and not only was I home all day (OK, they could have come while I was in the shower or something), I have yet to get the delivery attempt slip. @@
I'm a man and Samantha Knoop plays me at parties.
HAR.
That women in science thing was interesting.
I realised today that I use chopsticks when I am feeling lazy. Which means I don't want to get my fingers sticky and have to wash them later.
I was just eating sushi with chopsticks, and was thinking about how awesome it was that my hands didn't touch the food at all.
This reminds me of a passage in the book "Naked Economics" where the author is trying to explain something about supply and demand and uses an example of some utopian town where everyone is a highly educated academic. The question is, "who will take care of the garbage?" The answer is, "the garbageman. And he's the highest paid person in town."
I keep reading the phrase "the cut direct," and now I want to (a) use it and (b) give it to someone.
I have on occasion eaten Cheetos with chopsticks to avoid getting my fingers messy.
My old roommate used to eat everything with chopsticks, after having spent some time in Japan in high school. Pancakes with chopsticks was my favorite.
It has come to my attention that several of the Oscar movies are on my cable on demand movie thingy. Now playing: The Constant Gardner.
The plan is to watch at least half of it tonight and finish it off in the morning.
The Constant (Except for the Overnight Pause) Gardner.
Tommyrot made me snort lemonade up my nose.
