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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
That sounds great, sj!
I am wanting it to be Thursday but only in a "then it will be closer to the weekend" way. I slept in my own bed last night and thought maybe since I'd been getting up at 7am east coast time it would be easier today to get up on pacific time. But no.
Ugh, I forgot what my real job is like over the summer. Today is five hours of meetings in four different buildings, so not a whole lot of time to really do anything, at least not if I want to keep up on the internet!!! Tomorrow is also five hours of meetings, but only in two different buildings.
Friday is vacation.
TCG's new job sounds really good for all of you, sj. I'm glad.
I am not being a particularly good employee today. *yawn*
I heard from the mechanic -- the flywheel can't be remachined, so it has to be replaced as well, to the tune of $400 more.
I joined up in ... August, I think ... of 2003 - just in time to sign up for the DC F2F. I remember being at the party and people peeking in and thinking we looked like fun ... and the bartender (I think) calling friends to talk about us.
Atropa - I thought of you when I heard about an antiquarian/rare book show that will take place near the end of the month - they have a first edition of Dracula.
I almost pulled a Cynthia Nixon by putting tuna on a cinnamon oatmeal English muffin. Fortunately, the smell of the cinnamon tipped me off.
Okay, cinnamon and tuna is where I draw the bagel line.
Would you rather have your tuna with cinnamon or with blueberry jelly?
My grandma always had blueberry jelly with her tuna and none of the young ones could even deal with the concept. Yuckos!
Sorry about the vehicle woes, Theo.
Oh, Theo, that does suck. I'm sorry.
Yay, TCG!
A local dairy uses tall clear plastic cups for two scoops, and low plastic cups for one scoop. We wash and stack 'em up--or we did, back when we ate ice cream frequently--to recycle.
Except for two: one in the front of the house, one in the back. Also two squares cut from a Cheerios box, each large enough to amply cover the cup's opening, one square for each cup.
Make handy spider-catchers. Walls and flat horizontal surfaces are pretty easy, ceilings are harder, though H is tall enough to manage, usually. I got up to pee one pre-dawn, turned on the light and had a large hairy fellow peering at me--trapped with the cup, cardboard slid under (the cereal box cardboard is thin enough to slide under the cup rim well, stiff enough not to flop or sag), and didn't want to turn on lights or assay the dark house, unlock, open door, turn on light, so I left Monsieur (or Madame, could have been) in his plastic prison on the sink counter with an unwrapped bar of soap in a bright wrapper (odd-why is this here--oh! Hi there!) on top of it and went back to bed.
H got up first and released the beast by the time I was up.
It works, it doesn't leave gooshy marks, and we feel like heroes. Just--don't let it get on me!
My favorites have to be the little jumping spiders. They're harder to catch, for one thing. And it's so much fun to put them were you can get eye level and watch them through the clear plastic, hopping up and down, peering at you with their beady little eyes. I swear you can almost hear spider invective being hurled at the unforgiving plastic of their prison walls and the ungodly beings who have interrrupted their spider business and are detaining them so cruelly.