In honor of finally closing the book on a too-long August:
The morrow was a bright September morn;
The earth was beautiful as if newborn;
There was nameless splendor everywhere,
That wild exhilaration in the air,
Which makes the passers in the city street
Congratulate each other as they meet.
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In other news, I finally caught up with Project Runway (and have changed my tag accordingly). I can't believe that
Alison
left before
Angela and Vincent
! That's just wrong. But
Paris
! Yeah!
I really hate breast cancer.
ION, my power just went out for 10 seconds. Came back, but since there was no lightening... hrm. Stupid Ernesto. It's windy as hell and rainy out there.
TOEPICK
err, sorry- watching
The Cutting Edge,
and I couldn't resist.
On this side of the bay, we lost power all over town for a few hours this afternoon. It was barely raining.
Dude, totally a BGE conspiracy!!! It's an election year ploy! (have you been innundated with ads too?)
(it is very unusual I lose power for more than a second. Power lines are buried for the complex and I live along a metro line that I think also must carry the power lines. When everyone else in a mile radius lost power for a freaking week during Isabelle, I had power.)
Dude, totally a BGE conspiracy!!! It's an election year ploy! (have you been innundated with ads too?)
Maybe, except we're Delmarva Power out here. Still get the ads though, unfortunately.
In my old apartment down the street, the power would often go out for a second or two (just enough to have to reset my alarm clock every time). So today I sat in the near dark like a moron until I realized that it wasn't just going to go back on.
I need to go to the grocery store. Should I go now, at 10:30 or just call it a night and brave the store on a Saturday? I have to go before tomorrow night, I have people coming over on Sunday and I need to prep.
Assuming you can get there and back fairly quickly--go now. It will be nearly empty and then you'll have all tomorrow to prep.
oh! and I hate how she overpronounces the italian. I'm like "Bitch, you were born in LA and your granddaddy bought you the show. Stop trying to pretend like you've got some italian street cred. They'd roast your ass in Sicily. Except not, because it doesn't have any meat on it."
FWIW, Giada was actually born in Rome and lived there until she was 7.
I got home at about 4:30.
I think I may have just given up on the idea of actually doing something that passes for useful, or even movement, tonight.
