So tomorrow, "the State of New Jersey will conducting its five-year inspection of this property". Unknown people will be in my abode, walking around with their shoes on, making judgments about - what? Will I get kicked out for the piles of paper on my desk or the piles of clothing (too small, too big, too ugly) on my bedroom floor? Or is it good enough that I'm not blocking the exits or making a fort out of towers of newspaper? I feel invaded. I hate it when they do this. There's probably been 5 inspections of some sort in the 2 years I've been here. That's never happened anywhere else I've lived. What is up with this?

So tomorrow, "the State of New Jersey will conducting its five-year inspection of this property".

WTF for? I mean, are they looking for something specific? Or is the state of New Jersey just nosy? Does the State of New Jersey Inspector's Union wield excessive political influence?

I can't imagine the State of New Jersey cares how tidy you keep the place, unless there is a Department of Neatness with far-reaching powers. Surely they are just making sure that your walls aren't about to cave in and you have smoke alarms and such.

Freaky, though. I've never been inspected by a state.

That's weird. I know the city *can* do inspections. However, given all the uninhabitable buildings habitated around here, I'm thinking they aren't as organized or well staffed as NJ.

WHO ACTS LIKE THAT!?!?

Now you know who. Although I'm sure I talked about my grad school friends (MY FRIENDS) and their bad behavior talking in class and etc. I can't believe how many times I had to tell those people to STFU.

That's bizarre, Zenkitty.

It is weird, isn't it? I've lived in two other apartments and cities in New Jersey, for a number of years, and the State never inspected them. I'm suspecting it's just this area, either this city or this county. Maybe there's been a lot of trouble with apartment complexes in this area? I think I'm going to ask the rental office what the deal is, and maybe start making plans to move. Again. I really don't like this.

The edit and sub-edit on this Go Fug Yourself Well Played [link] are basically unrelated to the actual post about Helen Mirren, but made me laugh:

** Oh dear: We just found out, thanks to a kind e-mailer, that Rose McGowan's face is different because she was in a bad car accident a while ago. Which is very sad. So I'm canceling Rose McGowan Syndrome, as we would rather have her alive and simply looking different than the alternative. See? I'm a lover AND a fugger. Maybe Helen Mirren can be out and about combating Jennifer Grey Syndrome instead. Or Marie Osmond Disease.

*** Oh dear II: We just found out that Rose McGowan's story about the car accident is rumored to be a cover for botched plastic surgery. We don't know what to believe any more. Should we be sympathetic that her face looks a mess, because it was a Tragic Accident and she is the real hero? Or should we wonder why we had never really heard about the aforementioned accident much before now, and therefore be laughing inside because it's her own damn fault that she went under the knife with a surgeon who apparently only wants women to look like Teri Hatcher? What? WHAT? CAN WE LAUGH OR NOT?!? Save me, Jeebus!

Someone needs to pry the cranky monkey off my back. There's no reason for its adhesion, and yet, here it is.

Eh, you've got reason. Maybe one small drink?

I've already tried that.