Dinner tonight - olive oil, garlic, diced tomato, tortellini, and CSA spinach. NOM!!!

dinner tonight- hummus and pita bread. Then yoga. Then peach upside down cakes!!

Used to be, my boss's name was Lucy, my dog's name was Lucy, my brother's boss's name was Lucy, and my best friend had a coworker named Lucy. Bar conversation could get pretty complicated. (Also probably quite mystifying for any eavesdroppers).

Now I'm in a workplace where we habitually call everyone by their initials. My boss was already CV, and now my junior person got married and is now JZ.

The other I found humorous. This is somehow annoying and intrusive.

Megan, you can also go visit my mom, who has red and black raspberries by the bucket in her backyard. Only issue being it's in Indiana.

Megan, you can also go visit my mom, who has red and black raspberries by the bucket in her backyard. Only issue being it's in Indiana.

Yeah, that might be a problem.

In NYC and MD, the farmers market would usually have black raspberries for 1 or 2 weeks but they would sell out fast. I don't recall seeing them here last year, but (olallieberries aside), my market is not very diverse as a rule.

I grew up with pretty much unlimited black raspberries, as we had a wood behind out house. Now there is a house behind my mom's house, and no berries

So NYS is raising their cigarette tax again, which will make a pack over $10 for me even at the cheap stores. Does

anyone know anything about quitting as a really lite smoker? I smoke 3 cigarettes a day at ritual times, but if I am with other people or out, it doesn't bother me not to. I will smoke more if I am drinking, but as a grown-up, the out drinking thing only comes up a couple of times a year I go all day at work and never have or want a cigarette. I think a nicotine patch or gum or whatever would be overkill-- I like the tang and the ritual. I quit before by just stopping, but telling myself if something went really really wrong, I could have one-- I decided I was a smoker who just didn't smoke. Obviously, although that lasted for a couple of years, it did not last when I was no longer surrounded by other people 24-7.

Aha. I KNEW I'd seen an interview where McCartney was asked about Live and Let Die: [link]

Not that it helps, really, since he's confused about it, too.

He starts to sing to himself: "'In this ever changing world...' It's funny. There's too many 'ins.' I'm not sure. I'd have to have actually look. I don't think about the lyric when I sing it. I think it's 'in which we're living.' 'In which we're living.' Or it could be 'in which we live in.' And that's kind of, sort of, wronger but cuter. That's kind of interesting. 'In which we live in.' In which we live in! I think it's 'In which we're living.'"

That said, apparently the sheet music reads: "But if this ever changing world in which we live in / makes you give in and cry / say live and let die."

I seem to be down to tortillas, cheese, frozen spinach, yogurt, and Lean Pockets. Looks like quesadillas for dinner and maybe some yogurt later.

Um, wow. This really happened last year, and no one noticed: [link]

'Til Death turned into the weirdest show on television last season, desperately tossing post-modern fourth-wall breaking, weird gimmicks, aggressively unfunny stunt-casting, and storylines that more or less mocked their own existence at the audience...

Perhaps realizing that the role of Ally (Joy and Eddie's daughter) had been played by four actresses over the course of the series (including Krysten Ritter!) while the role of boyfriend/fiancee/husband Doug had been played by only Sharp, the series embarked on an astoundingly bizarre story arc: It had Doug realize he was a character in a sitcom whose wife kept getting recast, then sent him to psychotherapy to make peace with this fact.

...

Further compounding problems and making the show seem even more hallucinatory was Fox's decision to screen the 15 episodes they never aired from season three along with the season four episodes, so the show would ping-pong randomly between a series about a bitter married couple having strained fights and living with JB Smoove to a weird, hallucinatory nightmare of suburban life filtered through the perception of a stoned, possibly mentally ill manchild. Ally would be played by a blonde in one episode (from season three), then a brunette in another, then another brunette in yet another. Plus, Fox aired the episodes all out of order. Doug and Ally's wedding aired before their engagement, and the birth of their first child—intended to be the series finale—was followed by three more rejected third season episodes. The show itself seemed to give up as well, tossing weird, random sound effects and obnoxiously loud music over the top of establishing shots or having a recurring plot where guest star Martin Mull is in a dom-sub relationship with a woman who may or may not be a psychopath.

I am apperantly at a bar playing Debbie Gibson!?! How did my life get to this point. Clearly I should have been a nicer person today.