Speaking of tea, I just finished my Teavana Strawberry Champagne Rose. Anyone have any recommendations for a not-black Adagio tea that makes a good iced tea? Fruity and flowery much appreciated.
The ones labelled "patio dress" look like house dresses to me
Except they are supposed to be synonyms, and everything on that page is supposed to be a patio dress, since the page is titled patio dress.
Overnight work went as well as can be expected, which--I was awake, but not stressed. And the last guy did his bit a lot sooner than scheduled, so yay. I got a couple hours sleep at one shot.
Yay sleep!
Is it just me, or does Ikea's "It's the magic inside your drawers" [link] have more than one meaning?
Exactly.
These people [link] are charging astonishing prices for things I have hanging around the house and which lurk in many a grandparent's garage. I wonder how I could charge $150 for five oil cans?
It's the kind of stuff that made my neighbors and relatives in the country laugh when I was a kid, when the decorators and collectors would come down from the big city to the estate auctions so they could get stuff cheap. Not realizing that the local yokels were bidding up stuff we thought was junk so they could fleece the out of towners.
I still have problems looking at design magazines touting Country Charm and not thinking "No, that's the old broken table my aunt put out in the barn because it wasn't any good anymore."
obvious parallel to things I love not being appreciated on the future is obvious
Not that kind of stuff, but it is weird looking around at my grandmother's stuff and trying to figure out what might be worth anything, and what's for a yard sale. Good thing some of us have some information, because she has some stupid looking wall clock that is apparently worth a couple hundred dollars.
Similarly odd: remembering the furniture I thought was so uncool and grandma-like, and realizing it was super sweet Danish Modern stuff I would love to have now (sadly, it was gotten rid of when she moved into a nursing home while I was in college)
In a strange moment of intersectionality I realised that Jamaicans might fail the Voight-Kampff test. Unless we use the tortoise for soup--is that a replicant answer or a human answer?
(I doublechecked with the friend who was the best friend of the Mars friend before we even met, and she said "enh, she's wanted this for a while". So while I don't have any sentimental regrets or anything, just a theoretical idea that suicide is strange to play out on such a public stage, a friend since high school is nowt but encouraging her to go die far away. That's a weird sort of encouraging, you gotta say. But to Kim's credit, it's exactly what she wants. Some people might be sending mixed signals, she's just GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY I NEED MARS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.)
Badger song is still not as awesome as the original: [link]
