I don't remember if I said it or just thought it, but it really is like the whole country is feeling the need to wear Smonster's new hard hat. In an entirely un-ironic way.
'Dirty Girls'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
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.
HAH, Debet!
Perkins, go you, and YAY!
God, I have been so productive this weekend; I am so pleased.
I have to go to the grocery store and et cheap-ass food to last us till payday Thursday, but I went through my makeup and I have 6 old MAC products, which means I'm gettting a new lippie today!
I promised myself I could go get it after 2 loads of laundry and 2 hours of resume work, and GOAL achieved!
I still have work to do after, but I will have a NEW FALL LIPPIE!
Woo.
But during the day, there's Life Begins for Andy Hardy, Pride of the Yankees, 42nd Street, Guys and Dolls, The Clock, Annie Hall, and On the Town.
Interesting that all of these predate the Twin Towers. (Not that TCM shows a lot of movies from the 80s and 90s, but still.)
The vast majority of my FB feed is local peeps sharing personal memories. And then there are the "THIS STATUS UPDATE ISN'T ABOUT 9/11 AND I DARE YOU TO PICK A FIGHT WITH ME" types, which is why I have filtered my newsfeed not to show me those people any more. I have no problem with people who want to talk about something other than 9/11 - my most recent wall post was a recipe for lo mein. But acting as if a Facebook status update about your cat is some kind of massively brave political statement is just a dick move.
I'm hiding out with you guys and not wandering much further. I can't put my finger on it. It's like grief-porn. I can't deal with it very well.
And then there are the "THIS STATUS UPDATE ISN'T ABOUT 9/11 AND I DARE YOU TO PICK A FIGHT WITH ME" types
I admit this is why I'm hesitant to post anything on FB today, because I don't want it to be taken that way.
Which is why I'll post here: damn it, the dog has another hot spot. It's really hard to convince a critter who doesn't speak English that he needs to STOP LICKING THAT SPOT. Grrr.
I can speak English, more or less, but can't seem to stop scratching things until they bleed.
Yay Perkins! No more herceptin is definitely something to celebrate.
I'm just a fount of nod and point today.
What she said!
I went to church today and despite a lot of red, white and blue, and a rather atrocious "America the Beautiful" slide show, the sermon was amazing and the reason why I love that church.