oh man, I just found out that the guy who manages the bar where we our having our big benefit show on Saturday died earlier this week. He was quite the neighborhood Character. Very crusty and cranky but always super sweet to us. I don't know the details. He seemed like one of those guys who was maybe a lot younger than he looked but who knows?

Headless sheep stools: [link]

BoingBoing says:

Sam Brown's "Sheep" stools look like great kids' room additions -- nothing says "innocent childhood" like sitting on a headless sheep.

Regarding Lesbos, I knew a Greek woman living in America who once got a taxi in New York, and the driver happened to also be Greek, a stereotypical big unshaven cigar-smoking guy (the woman was, of course, a dainty aristocratic academic type). They chatted a bit, and she asked, "I can't quite place your accent. Are you from Samos?" And he replied, deadpan, "I'm a Lesbian."

interrupting to ask:

For those using Twitter, how do I find other people who are using it? It wants to search my contacts, but doesn't seem to like my .mac account.

For those using Twitter, how do I find other people who are using it? It wants to search my contacts, but doesn't seem to like my .mac account.

I hadn't tried to find anyone but it looks like it just gives you a drop-down list of providers (is that the right word?) and .mac isn't one of them? Weird.

Headless sheep stools

That can be interpreted a few different ways, none of them pleasant.

I'm getting hangry. What do I want for lunch? Also? Plant stands are crazy expensive.

But I seldom remember to take one with me when I walk out the door without a plan.

I'm often cheap - but also forgetful. These bags are going in the cars, and in my purse. Which will help.

Granted, not being cheap this week. Must re-calibrate.

Stephanie - I can help w/twitter if you still need it. ping me on ichat.

Jesse - I would love to hear which social media / networking expert this is...

I am also hangry, but I've already had lunch. It was all the McDonald's talk. I would like to eat my apple, but it's crunchy and technically, I am not supposed to eat at my desk. And I really don't feel like going to the staff lounge to eat it.

Since I have to spend my evening tracking down receipts and doing my taxes, I've convinced myself that I can have something fast food like and caloric for dinner.

I don't get hangry, exactly. I get oddly panicky, which is why I had to come home and eat. Nothing was going to calm me down more than this bowlful of popcorn with butter and white pepper topping.

Isolating white pepper like this has allowed me to determine I don't like it as much as black pepper. I must work out what it is best suited for.

eta: Weird, I just remembered my mother telling me this weekend that my father panics if he can't work out how he's going to assuage his burgeoning hunger. What a strange thing to inherit.