Somebody wanted me to save the environment yesterday. Or possibly the children. It was pouring down rain. I may have said, "I'm not saving anyone unless there's a fucking thank-you umbrella in it for me, sweetheart."

I hate the "do you have a minute for [cause]" thing they're doing now, because it's so stupid -- you don't actually want a minute of my time, you want some amount of my money! And maybe I don't have a minute for anyone right now! And and and.

Yep, still hate everyone.

one of the advantages of living in an outer borough is almost no people trying to stop me on the sidewalk. On the weekends I think I look so haggard that I rarely get spoken to if I am in Manhattan. - it's a blessing.

Liese--I love the line of dark tile that goes from the floor up behind the stove and the sinks in the master bath and the stone pillar in front and the ceilings in the kitchen and....the whole thing, really. Gor-Juss.

Weekend:

• Friday: Slounging and BSG
• Saturday: Possibly going to GirlBar-hosted oil wrestling (!!!!)
• Sunday: Homework

ETA: My fave thing in L's new house is the sunroom. So nice!

Uh, tonight I'm going to see a bunch of goofballs in concert with half the internet, but that's about the only interesting thing I have going on this weekend.

Weekend:

Finish sorting niece's stuff and ship it to her family
Pull weeds
Clean house and do laundry
Catch up on TiVOed stuff (mmm, Torchwoody goodness)
Weigh myself obessively, since I am on a diet
Go to movies with friends

I know people here hate the song, but I have Winehouse's Rehab stuck in my head.

I don't hate it, I just think it's overplayed. Especially since there are a lot of great songs on that album.

I had a door-to-door magazine salesman who claimed to be a neighbor kid whose parents wanted him to get a better work ethic by earning money for a trip, but I'd never seen him around the neighborhood, so I'm assuming he was part of that whole magazine-selling scam that crops up now and again.

Anyway, he was persistent, and kept trying to push through my polite but firm "barely have time to read the magazines we already get" refusal. His last push was, "A lot of people who don't want magazines for themselves are buying subscriptions for our troops in Iraq. You WANT to support the TROOPS, don't you?"

My politeness disappeared. I've got a nephew who's served in Iraq and is getting ready for a tour in Afghanistan. I spent hours and hours on his care packages. I've sent Girl Scout cookies to the troops. I used to send all my used books to an organization that distributes them to military bases until the person running it managed to slam both Democrats and romance novels, at which point I started giving them to the library and Volunteer Services here at the hospital. Most of all, I vote for candidates who want to get our troops home and who I trust not to waste their lives in future unjust wars. I do not appreciate having my patriotism questioned by a door-to-door scam artist. So I said in my most acid tones, "I said NO," and slammed the door in his face. He shouted, through the door, "You should be more polite to a neighbor."