Er, are you OK, tommy?

Yeah, I caught myself before I fell. But it's still annoying, as I was watching the sidewalk carefully looking for ice and I still slipped on a patch I didn't see.

And we get more freezing rain tonight....

I just bagged out of a marketing research survey after the third question... don't know why but we saw that this firm had called twice this weekend after 7, and I wanted to just stop the calling when I answered. The second question was 'are you in the 30-65 age range' and when I said yes and her third question was 'what is your age?' I just sort of said 'within that range' and didn't feel like saying '35? What of it?', but the caller said "you don't want to tell me your age?" and I realized that I really didn't. No idea why. so I asked to quit the survey and get taken off the call list. I hope I was nice about it.

Yeah, I caught myself before I fell. But it's still annoying, as I was watching the sidewalk carefully looking for ice and I still slipped on a patch I didn't see.

This happened to me the other night. We were making our way to the Walgreen's for some Ben & Jerry's ($2 pints!) and looking so hard and walking so carefully and I still totally fell on my ass. I didn't hurt myself though... I credit that to the couple of beers I'd had previously relaxing me!

I asked to quit the survey and get taken off the call list. I hope I was nice about it.

Good for you Sox. If it isn't a pleasant experience, why do it? I'm generally pretty charitable around surveys...mostly because I would not want that job...but sometimes it just isn't worth it.

Also, fuck Burger King.

such a sad sentence.

I got into an argument with the last phone survey person that called me. It was a post-signup T Mobile satisfaction survey and it was by far the worst part of signing up.

She insisted I give her an answer for a question that didn't apply--it was about the selection of phones available. Since I already had a phone, it was totally moot. But she didn't seem willing to skip the question without making me choose. I told her I'd have to hang up otherwise, and she somehow made it past. I don't know if the woman who'd helped me ended up dinged or praised, but I was so stuck in the principle of the whole thing I couldn't back out.

Freakish dolls: [link]

A blog describes my favorite part:

As for…that's not right that's not even wrong, we point you to her gallery as well for the "Captured and Studied" line of fairy dolls. If they're not cute and under bell jars, they're cute and mounted on a board like a moth. Definitely not Thespia-friendly. You've been warned.

Really. Dolls of tiny fairies about to expire under bell jars - what's not to love?

eta: Her blood-covered Carrie doll: [link]

I've had the day off. It started out badly. I was rushing to do an errand so I could relax for the rest of the day, but I got on the right bus going in the wrong direction. I took it as a sign to start the day over again, got off by my local supermarket, went home, showered, and went back out again and had a better result to the rest of the day. Now, yoga and then back home to cook up a storm.

I know it's not for sale, but I still believe that Matt needs this doll. Just because.

I know it's not for sale, but I still believe that Matt needs this doll. Just because.

I was gonna post that (and I thought of Matt too). Complete with garden gnome!