I walked all over town - pharmacy, post office, landlord's office, and treated myself with a trip to the yarn store where they were having a Super Bowl sale! 30% off everything.
I bought what I need to make that baby sweater for my friend's baby (not born yet) and staggered home. (Damn, I'm weak.) I think I tired my muscles trudging through snow drifts yesterday. Maybe this was actually good for me.
The bad news: I still need to buy groceries and I left the pattern for the baby sweater at the yarn store so I must go back.
Yay yarn, boo having to re-play the level.
Sox or sarameg, if you're around, did you hear that WYPR has fired Steiner??? It's shocking!
I know! It's so wrong. I was really bugged in the sun article about how now they've expanded to OC and Fredrick, that there was too much a Baltimore focus. Fucking hell, it's the only decent media outlet that does cover the city. And Steiner is like...an institution. They are so dumb.
Death-glare in your head at Brandon for me, Sox.
I do wonder at the fallout.
(and I really don't like the host of Maryland Morning. She's a terrible interviewer.)
The Worst Building in the History of Mankind
It's the Ryugyong Hotel in North Korea, where the world's 22nd largest skyscraper has been vacant for two decades and is likely to stay that way ... forever.
A picture doesn't lie -- the one-hundred-and-five-story Ryugyong Hotel is hideous, dominating the Pyongyang skyline like some twisted North Korean version of Cinderella's castle. Not that you would be able to tell from the official government photos of the North Korean capital -- the hotel is such an eyesore, the Communist regime routinely covers it up, airbrushing it to make it look like it's open -- or Photoshopping or cropping it out of pictures completely.
ita? did you send me something?
Sophia, I hope you do not have my nasty cold/sinus hell, although I do seem to be completely over it now.
Damn that hotel's big. And ugly.
My eyes just got suddenly and unaccountably very red and irritated.
I think I got eye cancer.
Probably from bon.
Who'd have guessed that a river with 8 inches of ice on top would be so fucking cold?
We got to do the plunge--and it wasn't that bad--at least it was over fast.
So you're saying that it was fucking cold? Really?
I almost stiff armed a teeny Starbucks barista (in a bikini and apron) to clamber out of the water.
So, I made the bread, and it's just OK, I think. I'm sure it would be better the next time I made it (frex, I think I didn't add enough salt), but I like the no-knead so much better! Ah well. We live and learn.
Also, I'm watching this week's Law and Order and this woman's wearing a dress I own. Funny.
