I mean, there are only so many people left to be plot points, but still. I'm all heart-racy. Man, this show got good once they got rid of Harry Hamlin!

I feel like I should have taken my Dramamine.

I just experienced the most amazing sense of deja vu-- we were walking through Georgetown when in front of me, there appeared these two guys. one was wearing a baby blue polo with the collar turned up. His buddy was wearing a wrinkled pale pink oxford cloth shirt untucked over a pair of pastel yellow Bermudas with tiny palm trees and brown leather dress loafters, sans socks and fashionably scuffed.

I felt as if I'd been dropped into a frat house, circa 1985.

Hee. My students have been wearing that stuff for the past few years. I do not understand it. Especially the Bermudas with little pictures -- palm trees, whales, drinks, umbrellas, whatever.

I wish my stupid DVR understood what a new episode is. Jumping through hoops to get Harper's Island recorded.

I love my capris with little palm trees all over them. Both pairs.

Hee. My students have been wearing that stuff for the past few years. I do not understand it. Especially the Bermudas with little pictures -- palm trees, whales, drinks, umbrellas, whatever.

It was freaky. Hil. I swear, I haven't seen some of that stuff since college, which was 1985 for me (freshman year, at least).

Lewis and I also had a good laugh about the general environment-- saw a guy walk by wearing a developmental biology shirt and I counted no fewer than three organic chem textbooks clutched in paranoid sweaty hands, poor lambs. As he said, "You know you've been dropped into an intellectual environment where this stuff is the norm rather than the exception."

We both seriously miss it.

I love my capris with little palm trees all over them. Both pairs.

It was the overall effect, ~t-- and the fact that a guy was wearing them.

I have a great skirt with palm trees on it. I'm good with the kitsch. This was just so not intended as kitsch, you know?

Whew. I never know when I am dressing myself in a ridiculous manner. I sometimes suspect, but I can't be sure.

It is apparent that Ply is a fantastic washer of ears. Nunya, however, sucks, because Ply's ears are always filthy.

Put up curtains in bedroom, only one of the windows is far too wide for the curtain rod I bought. Le sigh. And a pair of the curtains I managed to buy too long (floor length rather than mid-length.)

Started sorting through paint chips for the dining room, and I'm missing some. I know this because I decided I wanted the dining room to be the colour of the protea flower I saw at a Thai restaurant, which I described at the time as peach orange and deep mango. And I actually found a paint chip called "Deep Mango", except it is now gone from my pile of paint chips.

I think I started seeing the whale shorts again around the time I graduated college, or maybe the next year, so 2003 or so. They were very popular at the New England beaches for a while, but I haven't seen them quite so much the past year or two.