My 8am is running late. And I wasn't. There's no justice in the world, because last night was hella rough and the extra thirty minutes would have been as gold.
Instead I will sit here pointing and flexing my foot to explore this new sensation.
'A Hole in the World'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
My 8am is running late. And I wasn't. There's no justice in the world, because last night was hella rough and the extra thirty minutes would have been as gold.
Instead I will sit here pointing and flexing my foot to explore this new sensation.
Which leads nicely into one of the greatest Onion articles ever.
And now I want to find out what else the USian contingent of the Hivemind is missing.
You know, I met some Kiwis years ago who used the phrase "cracking the shits" and they seemed amazed that not only had I not heard it, but I couldn't figure it out from the context. And that happened again this summer. It's not obvious what it means! I believe it is similar to being spitting mad. "So and so was really cracking the shits."
I have got to send that tumor article to my pregnant friend!
Cracking the shits just sounds...uncomfortable.
What's wrong with you people? Where did the posting go? And why did I forget to bring in that package to mail to my mother? Dammit.
I was eating my split-the-difference lunch: lean cuisine chili with doritos and a diet coke.
What's wrong with you people? Where did the posting go?
IM?
My Morning Jacket Report:
My editor at Oxford American really likes my Dan Hicks article. I have to finish my edits this morning. But I will be in their prestigious music issue.
EM reported that she got the full nearly adolescent tap dance from Emmett. "Don't drop me off too close to school. Okay you can come in. On second thought, stop right there."
She noted that she wasn't alone in this new Middle School ritual.
Matilda is being the Destroyer of Sleep.
The Bay Bridge is closed all weekend and I have to drive to freakin' Manteca for Emmett's last tournament of the season. Worse, we've got an 8am game on Saturday. To get there for 7am warmups we'll have to leave at 5:30 am! Scheiss!
EM reported that she got the full nearly adolescent tap dance from Emmett. "Don't drop me off too close to school. Okay you can come in. On second thought, stop right there."
Aw, he's growing up. I remember when I was a freshman in high school my mom dropped me off every morning and she'd wait until I was almost at the door and then honk and wave. Embarrassing! She found it hysterical and did it every day, much to my dismay. Now I'm glad she did cause it's a nice, funny memory.
I was eating my lunch. It was from the same batch of leftovers as yesterday. Now it is gone, and I am sad.
What's wrong with you people? Where did the posting go?
I left to get some pad see eiw. They gave me such a giant serving that it will be lunch tomorrow, and possibly also a snack before I leave for the airport later that afternoon.