Man, I sure hope tonight is the night Rio decides to hop by.
Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Just for you sarameg, after I went to the library and the bank, I got green posole. Dunno if it's just like what you're craving, but I like (though I think it'd be better with chicken than pork, though I like pork in the red)
Speaking of cursing, I did a little a capella rendition of "Fuck You" for my parents over dinner. Good times!
Aw, awesome. Maybe tomorrow night I will have some. While being snowed on.
For the record, I have 2 ice scrapers, 2 snow shovels, a couple brooms for both leaf and snow duty and a little broom to do minor crap on the windows.
I don't want snow. It's expected just enough to be messy but still require venturing out in it.
So, I started this (mostly culture) blog awhile back and a few fellow neighborhood bloggers found it pretty quickly and now one has just invited me to a thing (a preview of Philip Glass's Orphée) where I could meet some other bloggers I read. I'm flattered, excited, and a little creeped out. I mean, this is an invisible Internet person! So, invisible Internet people, should I accept?
So, invisible Internet people, should I accept?
You should! Boldly go where other axe murder victims bold go-ers see opera with strangers!
I'm drinking a clementine Izze
I'm drinking one right now AIFG!!
I mean, this is an invisible Internet person! So, invisible Internet people, should I accept?
Yeah, but bloggers are a different kind of invisible person.
How crazy can they be listening to Philip Glass?
Er....
I should note, these are all opera and classical music fans that live in my neighborhood (which is close to the opera house and the symphony hall). The Philip Glass thing, I don't know, but I would love to see an adaptation of Orphée. They are pretty cliquey so I have an it's-an-honor-just-to-be-nominated sort of feeling. Plus, I meet no one new. But then there's that axe-murderer feeling buried down deep.