I just realized that the 30% of my Facebook feed that has been incomprehensible the last few days has been about March Madness or whatever. The basketball one, not the fandom one.
'Dirty Girls'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
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.
And the LA marathon is Sunday. AGAIN. Why do people keep running? Between me and the hospital? This means the ride home will involve the freeway and cost 3x the normal amount.
Is it possible that paying a cabbie to drive through the race would be less expensive? I know that would be an option in NYC. (In Boston you could probably pay him to mow down marathon runners on the way...)
Is it possible that paying a cabbie to drive through the race would be less expensive?
It's not a legal option, if that's what you mean. The road is closed.
So I thought the bacon that had been in the freezer would be OK, but I started cooking some, and it didn't smell right, so everything goes! And now I feel weird, which must be psychosomatic, because I just ate a bagel with butter and coffee with new milk. ALL FINE.
I am kind of excited to go buy All The Things at TJ's and also the supermarket....
I had an impostor dream last night, and even though I didn't fall asleep until way late, I decided to get up, because if I finished the dream and got found out--death. I can't remember who would die, though. Would they kill me, because I was an impostor? Or would I have to kill someone to protect my secret?
That's really the sort of thing that makes a difference.
Well, also sleep makes a difference. But I don't know if I missed out on that window. Likely.
ita, is it Wilshire that is being shut down (or Santa Monica?) I am on the westside today. But if you needed me to drive one of your ways, I could do it pretty early. Then we can take the freeway for free.
Timelies all!
Another lazy Saturday morning here.
Claude Shannon didn't ring a bell, but I must have encountered him while reading about information theory.
It's Santa Monica, Kat. But it won't be until sometime unpredictable tomorrow morning, so I wouldn't ask. Thanks for offering, though.
Have you ever been so upset (and this applies more to people in uncomfortable but easy-to-remove shoes) that you're stepped out of your shoes to run away and left them behind? I can't imagine being that verklempt. Either I can't get out of the shoes (because I tend to lace into my heels), or I'm taking them with...
Completely unrelatedly, I'm enjoying House of Lies. Don Cheadle is *despicable*. Such a prick. And shorter than I was expecting.