I’ve re-learned that there are muscles in your hips, and if you work them too hard, they really, really hurt. However, I don’t know their names, or what they’re really supposed to do when I’m not dancing.
Also, the pale gray-purple bliaut I’m making for the tourney-thing next weekend is gong to make me look like I have Galadriel delusions. I’m going to make a sign that says, “No, I am not trying to be an elf. This a 12th century dress. Bugger off”. Perhaps I’ll wear a bright red underdress or something.
The Total Woman (anti-feminist backlash book written in the 70’s) recommends giving in to your husband about everything, meeting him at the door in skimpy outfits, and “being prepared for sex every night”. In the back cover photo, the author is bright, bright orange and has scary hair.
When you are walking along in the downtown area at 600 am, the guys who pull over to see if you want a “ride” are much less creepy than the ones who do the same at 8 pm. A couple of them even seemed like they might have actually meant, like, transportation!
(just switched to night shift last week so my clock is all screwed up…I was up and full of energy at 5 am…weird.)
The donut shop up the street does not sell muffins. Just donuts.
Ducks are very fond of blueberry cake donuts. (So far, the ducks have responded favorably to everything I’ve fed them, so this wasn’t much of a shocker. The research continues unabated. )
When your CD-ROM won’t open normally, it can be opened with straightened paperclip. Poke your straightened paperclip into the teeny-tiny hole which is next to the drawer!
I learned that people look at you funny when your shopping cart has Chunky Chips Ahoy, two quarts of Breyers ice cream(strwberry and chocolate), a box of crullers, a case of A&W and a case of Coke.
I think it would have been better if I’d had a box of Nutrasweet or something similar as well, but I didn’t think of it.
You caught me, Lindy. I loves me some Tony Bourdain. Have you been watching “A Cooks Tour?” Verily, it rocketh.
Rasa, those are the very animal crackers of which I speak. They’re good – not too sweet. But have you ever noticed that they’re called “ZOO animal crackers” and they have sheep and squirrel-shaped crackers in there? What the hell kind of zoo is that?
Happy, that’s very cool. I’m from the area, and one of my Honorary Dads does a character in the village tavern. The DSO chamber groups used to come to my high school to expose us to some of that goldurned culture.
Hi, Thing that speaks for itself. Yes, I’m alive. Dying of heatstroke, but alive.
Things I learned so far today:
Buckwheat pillows only provide their much-touted neck support for a few hours at a time.
Go to sleep with A&E on the TV and you’re liable to wake up to “Simon and Simon.” This is not an optimal situation.
Simon and Simon were not brothers in real life, only on tele-vision.
Lean Cuisine Hunan beef and broccoli is not an excellent breakfast.
Papaya juice will cure minor digestive upsets in rabbits.
Rabbits do not like the taste of papaya juice, and when they’re feeling punky, they don’t want to eat anything, especially things they find nasty. This means that you must use a clean syringe sans needle to get it down their widdle throats.
A small Netherlands Dwarf rabbit will fit comfortably in a shoebox.
She did not like being in the shoebox. (We were trying to distract her mate, who was the one not feeling well above. We figured magic tricks were in order.)
Public Diplomacy tradecraft is mostly dull. I have already learned this, even though I start the class on Monday.
I have almost completed the purple-gray bliaut. I am wearing it as I type. It does indeed make me look like a small, dark elf. I’m really going to have to do something about that.
It is possible to have about 5 or 6 really lengthy, detailed, vivid and poignant dreams in one night.
And not really know what any of them were about.
Patch Adams isn’t much of a movie, but I can see why Robin Williams thought it might be a good vehicle for him.
I’m fit enough to carry four very heavy boxes of books from my friend’s house to my car, from my car to my hall way, and from my hall way up several flights of steps to where I keep my stock.
Wimbledon is finally over, at long last, for another year. Hurrah!
Some of the people on a certain massage board I frequent (not this one) are nicer than I’d dared to hope. they said some unfair and inaccurate stuff about my business. I corrected them. They all caved, apologised, retracted etc. Hurrah!
On another thread I got a bit smart-assy and gently chided someone for not following the ‘Please post descriptive thread titles’ request. Then I learned that this request isn’t visible any more. An egg \ face imminent rendezvouis moment.
If the ham does not taste quite right it is not a good idea to go ahead and eat it. No matter how much mustard you put on it to change the taste , it is still spoiled.I’ve been sick for 12 hours now.
There’s very little on television on Sunday afternoons. The guy who does videogame reviews on TechTV is rather cute…I don’t even play most videogames, but I hung around and watched the show anyway.
No matter how long I sleep the night before, I can still manage to take a nap in the middle of the afternoon. (the tragic result of No Television)
The loveseat in the living room is probably not the most comfortable place to take a nap. My neck stopped forgiving me a long time ago. Same with my left arm.
The copy of More of the Straight Dope I permanently borrowed from my dad cost $8.95 at the UTK bookstore in 1991.
11 year old boys might possibly be the most annoying human beings known to exist. They’re shortly followed by 13 year old girls who have their friends over to visit.
Chinese food places are only closed whenever I crave their food.
yeah! isn’t that weird. I always used to feel like a chinese on tuesday. the damn place round the corner was always closed on tuesday. I never learned though, I would keep going round, not realzing it was tuesday.
Today I learned how to buy hot food in a Seven-Eleven. Seriously.
I have apparently never done that that I can remember, because I didn’t know you had to ask for buns for the hotdogs (I looked around and saw the hotdogs but no buns and was mystified), or where the mustard and stuff was, or where the Big Gulp cups and lids were. (The only thing I’ve ever bought hot at a Seven Eleven was coffee.)
Also, I learned that you can get a Big Bite Hotdog, small bag of chips, and Big Gulp soda for under three dollars. It was good, too. I ate it sitting in my car outside the store and pretended I was on a stakeout or something.
