I'm at lunch with Nora, and you're not!

ita, I don't know.

ita, I don't know.

I am trying not to buy mugs smaller than 14 ounces, because that's the optimal amount of tea for the optimal muffin or two optimal cookies--this has been extensively and scientifically researched. No more 12oz teacups for me.

I have a sooper dooper travel mug for long trips, but I do want something for my commute.

Watching the second season of Spartacus is so sad. I decided to look up the details on Andy after I'd finally gotten used to the new actor, and I kind of wish things could disappear from the internet. The "he's all clear and back to work!" articles are so very sad. Season 2 is scattered for a number of reasons, but his recasting as well as Nivya's don't do the show any favours. I at least hope she's alive...

Does the show pay royalties to 300? I had a friend who worked on the blood spatter for 300 (animation house) and this sems to be very ambitious in that regard, but less successful--they complete disregard for blood pressure (Why have throats slashed and not spray blood everywhere? How can a dismembered foot pump out so many bursts of blood?) and the quality of the blood is watery in motion to boot (kind of like the red water in the Hannibal credits.

I mailed myself a letter a week ago from the mailbox across the road from me, and it hasn't come yet! I need to draw the assignment over again. Within that time span I have mailed a disc to Netflix and gotten the replacement, but apparently my poor Liberty stamps and handmade envelope don't warrant the normally speedy LA mail.

I'm going to go back to bed.

That sounds like a good idea.

I was mildly disappointed in the birthday cake, because I think I overbeat the batter and it ended up a little dense. But it seemed to taste good, and it certainly looked pretty.

Today I'm going to make the long-delayed strawberry-rhubarb pie for Dad. He is, naturally, rather down. I thought he was doing okay but he told my sister he was blue, and hasn't been sleeping well. For a guy as undemonstrative as he is, that's a major statement.

LAUNDRY. Shit, I hope I haven't missed the dryers.

Man, I hate ideological whiplash. Interesting reblog about "Male privilege and transitioning from a fat woman to a fat man". Maybe I'll click on the link about triggers in The End, see if they have a case. Then...

petition to replace all straight white cis men in the world with puppies and/or vibrators

I need some enhancements made to Tumblr Saviour.

In my Words With Friends game, I just got an ad for a camera-lens mug that was 12.4 oz. In case you were wondering.

HI PRISM

Nah, that was Amazon, not the government! It's fine for corporations to know all of my business, but U.S. OUT OF MY UTERUS. Or whatever the appropriate bumper sticker for this would be.

My bad. Still, doesn't hurt to be friendly, I figure.

I mean, I guess.

This week, I really wonder what my grandfather actually did at the NSA.

I'm going out with a friend tonight, and that means I have to go take a shower now, when what I really want to do is nap. Life is so hard.