rigs, I appreciate the advice. Lemme give you another example of what it means to have three guys for every girl. The first girl I ever fell in love with was someone I met at orientation. When I asked her out, two weeks into college, she was taken (we’re friends now). They’re all taken, all of them. And Bumba, rigs may have been joking, but I wouldn’t be. Of course, if she’s young enough to have algebra homework, well, suffice it to say that 5 < x < 10, where x is the number of years I would be in prison.
Drae, where on EARTH did you go to school??
I finally mailed my application to Amsterdam this morning. It cost me $30 to transfer €100 ($125) to the school’s account for the application fee, and $24 to next-day both my application and the recommendation letter. Total cost: $179. And I still have to mail them an official transcript. Oh well. After that I went to my first class, albeit 20 minutes late from the mailing-ness. The professor pointed out something interesting during lecture. First, you have to know that RPI is all on one giant hill, and this class happens to be in a room with big windows facing up the hill. Directly outside of one of these windows is a tree on an extra steep slope, and he pointed out the not-grassy slightly-raised area of the ground on the up-hill side of the tree. What does that mean?
Yup, you guessed it. That tree is a-comin’ down. Slowly but surely its roots are sliding free of the earth to which they desperately cling, inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter, until BAM! Ain’t nobody gonna be looking out that window. Actually, I’m sure the school knows about it, and I’m sure they’ll make sure it doesn’t actually fall over and wreak hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of damage on one of their buildings.
Oh, afterthought: It occurs to me that I could make sure I’ll have everything I need to know to maintain a home just by saving all the MMPs.
Berklee College of Music in Boston, Mass–Where nobody graduates, but everybody’s too stoned to care. Roughly ten men for every woman. If you’ve got a freshman class of a hundred people, that’s only ten women. What are the odds that any of those women are supermodel-gorgeous? Lucky me, I got one of maybe three available smokin’ hot chicks as a roommate. :rolleyes: My other roommate made bongs for spare cash. My room was constantly full of musicians … all of whom wanted to smoke with one roommate, then sleep with the other … and then chat with me because I was the one who was fun to talk to.
By the way, “fun to talk to” translates into “wouldn’t bang her with someone else’s junk.” But I’m not bitter.
#3Granddaughter is 8. Come to think of it, it’s about time for her to be nein. Daddy came and collected her and I’m running my errands now. I stopped at the shop to drop off some stuff and eat my sammich, and now I’m a gonna go home and do some stuff. We got our taxes back from the accountant this morn and I gotta tell ya’, he earned every penny we pay him. We still gotta pay, but it isn’t nearly as bad as when I did the taxes. Now I’ve gotta finish filling out a form the hospital gave me and then we negotiate how much I’m actually gonna pay them, and how. Y’all know about the disparity between how much a hospital bills and how much the insurance companies pay, dontcha? Well, our hospital has a policy that uninsured patients get a discount so that they’re not paying more than the insurance companies negotiate. Anyway, we’re gonna talk about that, now that we can prove that we’re just one step away from living under a bridge.
Drae, here’s some math for ya: Musicans = pond scum, Stoned musicians < pond scum.
I’m just sayin’.
Ah, but you are unfamiliar with Drae-At-Eighteen, who was only slightly more insecure and frightened of rejection than Drae-At-Thirty. The guy I did make the torturous decision to date slept with my four best friends and forgot to tell me he had a fiancee back home. He was a real catch.
Bumba, that’s not entirely true. But I’ve never dated another musician.
In other news, I got the sticker off the microwave.
Murray, silly kitty! You’re supposed to climb on the furniture, not hang out in the drawers. You leave FCM’s drawers alone!
I have many jars of peanut butter–I could send you some of mine! I have no idea how I ended up with so much peanut butter. I think I need to make some peanut butter cookies. With chocolate chips. And some shortbread. I’ve been craving shortbread. Other people have cravings for normal things–me, I want shortbread.
rigby, my bathroom is Peeps purple. I like it. But I’m weird. I like that better than dark purple. It could be worse–at least it’s not Peeps yellow!
Drae --are we talking dates or sex? (they are not always the same thing!).
If you couldn’t get a date in BOSTON–home of how many colleges? Boylston Street alone is one huge pick up zone (well, parts of it)…
Sounds like you went to the same school(of thought) I did–the one that asked me repeatedly, “why would you think (fill in name here) would be interested in you?”
It’s an old school and should be torn down. And no vouchers, either!
BBQ pork and tater tots (but N.O.T.'s kids) tonoc for dinner.
I think the Grad school app is designed like a freshman weeder course–its purpose is to make you give up in frustration…
I think we’re just going to put a regular incandescent bulb in there so the paint looks green. I know the whole “yellow and blue makes green” but the pigments in the paint are something like green, ochre, black. No blue.
[QUOTE=BumbazineDrae, here’s some math for ya: Musicans = pond scum, Stoned musicians < pond scum.
I’m just sayin’.[/QUOTE]
Yes, well, pond scum has its own place. Stoned musicians generally do not. Their own place I mean (it’s suppose to be a joke). What I mean to say is leave the poor well-meaning pond scum alone.
it’s a very cool song.
We’ve got spring weather on Lawn Guylandt. And if it were up to me, it could stay like this straight thru til April and I wouldn’t mind a teensy bit
I have a Pentax Optio 50. The lens is for Anagramless Guy, who has a Canon SLR camera, and is looking for a wide-angle zoom lens. I have memorized his speech, even though I know nothing about cameras.
Lovely song, swampy. Those voice lessons are really starting to pay off. Your enunciation is remarkably clear, I must say.
What?
But it’s not raining here. (Although it did, yesterday.)
Weekend - not all that fascinating, although I started working on Valentines. Also, I did laundry. And went grocery shopping. Didn’t clean too much. Am apparently not a Seasoned Woman, either.
No cats or poltergeists, so no mysteriously open doors. Although the shampoo etc. holders in the bathtub periodically fall down for no apparent reason. Loudly. That’s related to suction cups lacking suckiness. Or actually having it, but not the right kind.
Speaking of seaoning… Bought a nice, cheap caldero (Dutch oven) at the Hispanic grocery store on Saturday. It didn’t have seasoning instructions, but I’m pretty sure my old roommate seasoned hers when it was new. She is of course at work and not able to answer her phone. I’d like to make rice in it this week. (It’s about the only non-electric item I can make proper rice in, every time.) I’ve tried looking on the internet and can’t find instructions. I don’t remember if she did the same thing you do with cast iron (this is cast aluminum)… I’m thinking I’ll head over to Cafe Society and hope someone there knows…(cuz even when I reach her, old roomie probably won’t remember and will have to call her mom and…)
If anyone needs chocolate chips, I have plenty, by the way. Discovered one more package yesterday, bringing the sum total bags to 4. Plus one of butterscotch chips. Still not sure why. The last bag was hiding among some Christmas m&ms. Suggestions for things to make with lots of chocolate chips?
In other news, I have vowed to finish two things today:
Getting pix for my mom printed (special offer expires tomorrow), and
I don’t know if I got anything done this weekend except work. Mr. Lissar was working 12 hour night shifts. Didn’t see each other very often.
I’m trying to decide if I want to go wandering tomorrow, or bake and do laundry. I think I might be out of clean clothes, but I have a transit pass for tomorrow, and I feel like I should use it. Unfortunately, if I use it I’ll buy something stupid (see last wee’s MMP).
In other news, we have four year old cheddar from Costco, and it would be a prime reason for baking bread. Oh, and Attacks Husband had insomnia last night, and made shortbread with chopped cranberries, and gave me some. It’s goooooood, and it’s all for me, because shortbread is one of the Things Mr. Lissar Doesn’t Eat.
If you have the bread already, the peanut butter and bananas are the starts for a good sammich. Add some honey and fry the bad boy and you have some good eatin’. (It’s what I had for lunch on Saturday.)
A peanut butter and banana sammich with honey, fried? I think I’m in love. But how do you keep the honey from losing all semblance of viscosity, spreading over the pan, and caramelizing?
