Me too! Well, insert dog in place of cats, but totally on the same game plan for today!
Pear butter is still bubbling away. It does look better this morning, but I think at our altitude it may still be the better part of the day before it's done. It was reduced in volume enough to add the rest of the pearsauce. The dirty dishes it generated are impressive in scale, though, I must say.
I also hope to finish weeding the dog's kennel today. Got through about half yesterday, but I went out too late in the day and missed the sun. Hope to shoot a little archery, too, weather is finally nice enough and I need to get it in before the spring winds come back.
I have done my nails and gone to the post office. I think that's enough until The Hunger Games later.
I was asleep very close to 10pm last night, slept 9 hours, and am feeling almost renewed.
Ooh! I should do nails!
Oh, no wait, I do this every time. I can't do nails while I'm doing laundry. They are contraindicated.
Yeah, I often want to wait til Sunday for nails, so they last longer into the workweek, but I ALWAYS want to wait til Sunday for laundry, so.
The NY Times notes, "Seventeen expletives have been edited from the following paragraph." I'm having some fun trying to figure out where to put them back in. It seems like the only way to get to 17 is to put "fucking" before just about every noun. (Which is mostly appropriate.)
“Every day 20 tour buses come down this street to look at this neighborhood and take pictures,” Harris said. “Don’t tell me they’re just touring the city. If you’re trying to tour the city, then you’re in the wrong neighborhood. They just ride around in the part that’s been devastated. Lower Ninth Ward ain’t receiving a single penny for that. Why can’t I get something? Why does the man driving the bus get all the money? I ain’t a guinea pig. I don’t want to be put under a microscope. We’re the ones that suffered down here, who lost everything. There are still dead people that they haven’t accounted for. It’s frustrating. It took almost seven years for the Ninth Ward to look like what it looks like now, and it still don’t look like [anything].”
That is [fucking] hilarious.
It doesn't mean they are, really -- I've been asked to connect on LinkedIn by various people I don't actually know, from grad school classmates to my friend's cousin.
True, true. I've gotten requests from people I've worked with only once and don't know at all.
Hil, that is sad. It deserves to keep its fucking expletives!
Hil (do I have that right?) I thought this would interest you:
a podcast about architectural challenges in designing for the Deaf.
Hey, wanna start the morning off with a few tears?
That reminded me I want to get a t-shirt for the Avengers. I really want Iron Man, but I hate all the t-shirts. I don't want a shirt with Iron Man on it, and he doesn't have a symbol the way, say, Batman does. (I know I could get a shirt with the arc reactor, but I'm not feeling it.) (My big exception to this rule is that I have a t-shirt that's a Wonder Woman comic cover, and I love it. But for the most part, I'm symbols-only gal.)
So I think I'm going with Cap.
Tim needs to buy new swim trunks before vacation, and I was desperately hoping we could find Thor trunks with just the hammer right over the general junk area. No such luck. YET.
I also hope to finish weeding the dog's kennel today.
Gah, I should weed the crazy stuff that's sprung up along the backyard fence, so as not to offend the neighbors. But I just clocked serious time on the elliptical and now I just want to eat cake. (We have no cake, which makes this REALLY HARD.) I should probably go weed while the sun's out, though.
It seems like the only way to get to 17 is to put "fucking" before just about every noun.
Some verbs, too.
I got in more than 17, but I use "fucking" and "goddamn" before verbs as well as nouns. Like "We’re the ones that [goddamn] suffered down here, who [fucking] lost everything."
I never get to do that in my day job.
