Good luck and good night, ita.
Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam
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.
I just found out a friend from college had a heart attack yesterday. What's with nifty people having heart problems at a young not-old age? Gawd, 2009, give it a rest already.
My brother, who is two years younger than me, has had two heart attacks -- how's that for old-feeling?
(Mysteries of genetics, though -- his identical twin is just fine, but there's enough life differences/dietary differences/absence of substance abuse that it really turns out to make a difference.)
So horrifically sad about Andy Hallett. Makes me feel old (or at least very, very mortal).
Not that this cold is helping. The ick is on the move from my chest to my head. Do. Not. Want.
It's been 15 minutes since my statistics class was about to start. TA is still nowhere to be seen.
When I was in college, the unwritten rule was 10 minutes late for a TA, 15 minutes for an assistant professor and 20 minutes for a full professor. I still remember one beautiful spring day when everyone in my German class gathered up books when the TA was 9 minutes late and then, without saying a word, sprang for the door.
I hope you're asleep, ita.
Noah looks like he's feeling the full weight of the big 0-2 in this one. So world weary!
That's definitely my favorite season, although the final collections were a letdown.
Yeah, the finale was comparitively boring, but I will NEVER forget it because it aired the night my best friend went into labor with her twins (and then delivered them in the early hours of the next morning). We were supposed to watch ANTM and Proj Runway at her house since she was on bedrest but she called at 6 and was like, "Either I just peed myself or my water broke. I think we are going to the hospital." So other best friend and I watched at my house and waited for the phone to ring! Good times!
Nothing is funnier than Santino (in an online clip, not the aired show, I think) singing Nine Inch Nails' Closer ala Tim Gunn, with Daniel V cracking his ass up in the foreground.
OK, maybe Dennis Quaid in Starbucks on the Ellen show is funnier, but it's a close race.
There was diarrhea on the floor of my train car this morning. Ew.
At least the entire car wasn't filled with an overpowering stench, like last time.
If the smell of napalm in the morning smells like victory, does the smell of diarrhea in the morning smell like defeat?