tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37042032011-04-21T13:14:27.502-07:00Artful Scheme of Happinessma vie en rosearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comBlogger3411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-30129371025763612782007-09-22T09:54:00.000-07:002007-09-22T10:11:53.013-07:00Pavement is the new everythingFirst off, let me apologize profusely for not trumpeting the birth of my sister's son, Sullivan. (Lliv, for short. That's pronounced "Yiv," out of homage to our Latino heritage. "Me llamo Lliv. Y tu?") I know, I know, I should have gotten off my duff and made some sort of announcement. And here it is.I'm in the Philadelphia suburbs this weekend. When I'm here,arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-77742965747648384432007-08-11T16:31:00.000-07:002007-08-12T15:39:43.440-07:00It's raining babiesAlmost a month ago, my brother's wife had a son. Last night, my boyfriend's sister had a daughter. My own sister is 40 months pregnant (we in the real world reckon this number to be closer to 8 months, but she puts it at around 40 and we know by now not to argue with her) and hopes to give birth to a child as soon as possible. What gives?It's raining grasshopper babiesWe've arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-6484758976956498352007-05-27T16:09:00.000-07:002007-06-03T19:22:40.177-07:00I work with consultants. I work with consultants. I work with consultants. And they suck.It's a rainy spring evening in hell, and someone's in a less-then-rosy mood. I'd thought the rain might pick me up, but it didn't rain long enough, or thunder loud enough, and so here I sit. I'm stuck in an uncomfortable place: mashed between not wanting the week to start, and wishing like all hell that the arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-23994336749747875982007-05-03T17:23:00.000-07:002007-08-11T18:12:36.763-07:00Missionary PositionAs you may or may not know (or care), I am living in a remote suburb of Philadelphia for most of the rest of the year. It's delightful out here -- boiling hot and humid, abounding with conservatives, and almost completely devoid of organic food. (Maybe all suburbs lack organic food. I guess I don't know. What's all the extra land for? Grass?)arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-88446883343770008452007-03-26T20:18:00.000-07:002007-03-26T20:34:40.108-07:00Making your way in the world todaytakes everything you've gotI woke up the other morning, radiantly happy, with the word SEMI-RETIREMENT floating in front of my eyes. It was Saturday, I could sleep in, and I was SEMI-RETIRED. I don't know what semi-retired actually means (my guess is that it means one is NOT actually retired), but damn was I happy. And then I realized that it was not Saturday,arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-4319252966719414652007-02-25T16:17:00.000-08:002008-12-09T18:54:33.981-08:00Storm of the CenturyMy family is digging out from Blizzard 2007. I am enjoying spring flowers. HA ha! I feel so bad for them. I bought new pots today so that I can grow herbs on my balcony this summer. V. exciting.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1170086026984001182007-01-29T07:52:00.000-08:002007-01-29T07:53:46.996-08:00A brand new dayI found out on Friday that I received a promotion at work. As of today, I am a permanent employee with paid vacations and holidays off and all the other little perqs that come with a signed contract. Very exciting, so why am I nervous?Wish me luck!arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1169134823648781232007-01-18T07:38:00.000-08:002007-01-18T07:40:23.670-08:00Run, run awayI didn't think things could get any more exciting in my old neighborhood. Now I'm even happier that I got out when I did. Looks like there was a shooting two houses down from the house in which I used to live!Yikes. I hope the old Landlord is ok. Looks like he'd better stop renting rooms at the Motel Georgian in order to watch HBO!arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1169046992672080512007-01-17T07:07:00.000-08:002007-01-17T07:19:17.590-08:00The times, they are a-changin'The firm I work for has been swallowed up by an even larger firm. This would ordinarily make very little difference in my life, except that the new firm has a very strange and disturbing policy: the use of outside e-mail providers (e.g. Gmail, Hotmail, etc.) is strictly prohibited. So, if y'all aren't hearing from me, that's why. I work at work (or I stare out thearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1164836643821079292006-11-29T13:35:00.000-08:002006-11-29T13:44:03.843-08:00Cold, Day IIor, How I Almost DiedMy commute was a real treat this morning, let me tell you. My bus managed to jack-knife on the only remaining patch of ice on the streets of Magnolia. (This ice looks suspiciously like it originated from someone overwatering their plants. Perhaps it was just made to look that way, and actually the Russian government is trying to bump me off? Anyhoo.) So my arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1164742432299971832006-11-28T11:24:00.000-08:002006-11-28T11:33:52.323-08:00Walking In A Winter WonderlandI woke up this morning in a snowy Alpine village (Magnolia, the neighborhood of Seattle where I live). I meant to take pictures of the snow but I woke up late and had only 20 minutes to get ready. People run late on snowy mornings, what can I say?The streets of Seattle are deserted, all the less intrepid souls having stayed home. Of course, downtown Seattle is arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1162838416341443042006-11-06T10:39:00.000-08:002006-11-06T10:41:27.923-08:00Let's Build A Monument To HatredAnother reason why Dahlia Lithwick is my hero.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1162592978979356452006-11-03T14:17:00.000-08:002006-11-03T14:37:48.373-08:00Under The SeaI am fairly sure that my friends think I am crazy when I start ranting about how people shouldn't eat fish. My usual speech starts out with the fact (FACT) that we don't know very much about the world's oceans. We know how many pigs and cows there are in the world and we know how to manage them (even if we don't always do a very good job of it). But we don't know how many fish arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1161129133805854142006-10-17T16:50:00.000-07:002006-10-17T16:52:13.823-07:00judicial activism, my pink buttI think this is one of the greatest articles I've read in a long time. It makes you wonder if Republicans don't knowingly write a lot of unconstitutional laws, just so that they can scream "judicial activism!!" whenever they want to.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1158900932495852312006-09-21T21:43:00.000-07:002006-09-21T21:55:32.510-07:00What Can I SayI think my life must have entered one of those boring phases, where everything is running smoothly and nothing is too objectionable. In fact, where most things are pretty darn nice. Hence my gross lack of posts lately. What is there to say?Winter seems to be sweeping into Seattle. It's gray all of a sudden, and wet. I hear that it's going to be nice this weekend, but the nice arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1158717445608435422006-09-19T18:56:00.000-07:002006-09-19T18:57:25.620-07:00Crawdad's a bullyYou know it's true!!!Next weekend (not this weekend, next weekend) is my little brother's wedding. So I'll be in Wisconsin for that.Keep it real.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1156464033327606542006-08-24T16:54:00.000-07:002006-08-24T17:00:33.346-07:00Sourpatch Kidhi.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1155658255353684082006-08-15T09:02:00.000-07:002006-08-15T09:10:58.210-07:00The Garbage ManMy happiest mornings on the bus (let's put aside, momentarily, the great question of whether "happy" and "bus" can go in the same sentence) are the mornings that I see the Garbage Man. He's not a city employee driving a big smelly truck. No, he's an adorable little old man with a slight stoop. I see him most mornings, dressed up in a suit and a raincoat, taking his morning arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1154410508079271402006-07-31T22:23:00.000-07:002006-08-01T08:42:54.026-07:00Happy Cows are Roasted To Death in the Factory Feed Lots of CaliforniaIf you know me, you know how much I love Wisconsin. And you also know how much I love cows. Add those two facts together and you'll understand how, for years and years, those damned California Cows are Happy Cows ads, straight from the California Malicious Dairy Stereotyping and Bovine Lies Board, have been driving me arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1152901270884379532006-07-14T11:17:00.000-07:002006-07-14T11:23:07.473-07:00Because you are an idiotIn my ongoing effort to make sure that my e-mails don't fall into the wrong hands, and because I love society's attempts to point out what is obvious, I have drafted a new signature block for my e-mails. This is what keeps me entertained these days.Love,ArtThis message (including any attachments, fonts, underlinings and subject lines) might contain confidential arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1152642123722524992006-07-11T11:18:00.000-07:002006-07-11T11:22:03.736-07:001-800-2-DEPENDSJune Allyson died!! Who will be the spokesmodel for Depends Undergarments now? I nominate Lynda Carter.We used to order free sample after free sample of Depends back in the day. Man, that was fun. We also sent them to all of our friends who, not being nearly as crazy as we were, never knew quite what to make of our largesse (or rather, Kimberly Clark's largesse).June Allyson. arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1151272407155753652006-06-25T14:38:00.000-07:002006-06-25T14:53:27.203-07:00Pride and PrejudiceI have been at work all weekend. Hurray for overtime. Today is Gay Pride in Seattle. Hurray for gays.(My desk is right by the window, and my window looks out at the hideous Seattle Public Library. And the Gay Pride parade staging ground was right in front of the library. So I've been watching the goings-on since about 8:30 this morning. I have to say, watching the epic 5-arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1150317752339812082006-06-14T13:41:00.000-07:002006-06-14T13:42:32.350-07:00hido you ever wonder whether I've gotten really sick and have therefore been unable to post? I do.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1149008462234976922006-05-30T09:59:00.000-07:002006-05-30T10:01:47.080-07:00Finger Licking GoodI just tried some coffee-flavored Emergen-C. I'd heard that the coffee flavor exists, but I'd never seen it in the stores until this weekend. Now I know why.Coffee-flavored Emergen-C tastes like a cross between coffee and ham.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1148015600955815612006-05-18T22:09:00.000-07:002006-05-18T22:13:20.966-07:00HBD2UAlthough there is some confusion in the fam about the exact date, polls show that most people think my little sister was born and/or brought to our house by the police 32 years ago today! (By today I mean May 19th.)Sooo, happy birthday, Krawdad! I hope you're having a good one. I also hope you're still enjoying the present I got you last year because it's all you're getting for a while...arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1147205250791437712006-05-09T13:04:00.000-07:002006-05-09T13:07:30.800-07:00just because I love youI want to say hi to you but I have nothing of any interest to say. Funny how that works.Hi.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1145745399928045942006-04-22T15:27:00.000-07:002006-04-23T16:37:35.163-07:00What you're missingIt's a beautiful day in Seattle. So I decided to trot over to the park (the entrance to which is two blocks from my house) to take some pictures.And here's one of the ravine behind my house, for good measure (taken from my balcony):I hope it's beautiful where you are too.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1144471936943088082006-04-07T21:38:00.000-07:002006-04-07T21:52:16.956-07:00Art learns a skillTwo photos of my apartmentOK, finally, a couple of pictures of my condo.My dining room/living room, and a picture of my chaise (I'm working on getting the right picture to go above it).arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1144212803047269412006-04-04T21:34:00.000-07:002006-04-04T21:53:23.056-07:00At first I was afraid, I was petrified...yeah, hi. Several of my family members have requested that I post a health update. This, naturally, makes no sense to me since no member of the public at large gives a good God damn about whether or not I'm still dying from a cold. (People who do care have already written to inquire after the details of the ongoing near-death experience that is my life.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1143670235351839522006-03-29T14:04:00.000-08:002006-04-03T06:46:42.426-07:00Bus Talesturns out the Magnolia bus isn't so boring after allOK, I wrote this post a few days ago but haven't been able to tweak it to make it funny. And now I'm home sick, on my deathbed for all we know, so I thought I should just post it in case it's the last thing anyone ever hears from me. This actually happened. How do these things happen?The other day, every single person I sat next to arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1142966811017975532006-03-21T10:42:00.000-08:002006-03-21T10:46:51.030-08:00Binge Drinkingwherein I admit that I have a problemI made corned beef hash last night so I could get rid of a bunch of leftovers, and threw half a can of Guinness in for flavor. (I had all this beer left over from my housewarming party, you see. I've given up trying to foist cases of it off onto my friends. They don't seem to want it any more than I do.) Then I drank the other HALF a can, arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1142533146267968522006-03-16T10:15:00.000-08:002006-03-16T10:19:06.280-08:00Summer, DonnaOK, you can all calm down now. My birthday present from my parents arrived. In the same box as my Valentine's Day present, my St. Patrick's Day present and my Easter present. My mother is nothing if not efficient (late on half the holidays, early on the other half!).I got some old-time movies which my father promptly informed me were a re-gift. I guess my parents didn't like the arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1142358827572895182006-03-14T09:52:00.000-08:002006-03-14T09:53:47.586-08:00Living on a prayer!!!According to my brother, today I am "halfway there." Halfway to dead. Hurray!!Rock on!arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1141661905244161692006-03-06T07:59:00.000-08:002006-03-06T10:29:19.303-08:00Go, North High Spartans!On towards victory!!We will stand beside you,loyal fans we'll always be....Greeting from 1969! (OK, North wasn't around in 1969, but bear with me.)It was time for a change. My kitchen is a sort of mustard yellow color and the staircase adjoining it was a hideous blue that bordered on turquoise. The blue was entirely out of place in the house, and an ugly shade of blue arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1141072132408620992006-02-27T12:28:00.000-08:002006-02-27T12:28:52.420-08:00My Latest Political StatementEating fish is an act of environmental terrorism.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1140501233446116552006-02-20T21:52:00.000-08:002006-02-20T21:53:53.456-08:00Let's get together ... yeah yeah yeah!From Pollyanna to the Parent Trap and right on up to Saved By The Bell... is there anything Haley Mills CAN'T do? Oh how I love days spent in pyjamas in front of the television, even if they are few and very far between.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1139858697145991642006-02-13T10:58:00.000-08:002006-02-13T11:24:57.160-08:00Art Is Boringfurther proofYou know, or maybe you don't because you're not part of the gay community, how at the beginning of a new relationship, it's a good idea for both of you to go and get tested for whatever diseases might be out there? Just so, if you're close enough to marriage that you decide sex might be appropriate, you can be sure that you're both healthy? Well. I went and got testedarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1137388806093893272006-01-15T20:55:00.000-08:002006-01-15T21:20:06.106-08:00yo yo yo yo, baby popsI am sitting here on a Sunday evening, on the verge of what would be a terrible cold (it would be that but I refuse to get this particular cold because I refuse to be sick ... I have a friend coming into town this weekend). Thinking about work, life, my family, the incredible 2 1/4 hour massage I just got (it was supposed to be 90 minutes but you don't hear me complaining).arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1136268283880542952006-01-02T22:03:00.000-08:002006-01-02T22:04:43.880-08:00New Year, New Look, Same MeI had a fantastic, amazing, wonderful New Year's weekend, and I hope you did too.I liked the dots, but I felt like it was time for something new. Happy New Year!arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1135833756285610932005-12-28T21:11:00.000-08:002005-12-28T21:22:36.296-08:00A delightful evening at home with the television...My favorite tv show of all time, Project Runway, is a repeat tonight. (Oh don't even get me started.) So I am channel-surfing a little bit and VOILA, I run across a fabulous show on TBN (the religion channel where purple-haired Jan Crouch can usually be found crying about something or another) called One2One. (That makes no sense, but bear arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1135539193345718012005-12-25T11:26:00.000-08:002005-12-25T11:33:13.356-08:00Keeping the "Jesus H. Christ!" in ChristmasUmm, apparently I CAN’T COOK. I thought I was good at it, really good even. I thought I could do just about anything in the kitchen short of rolling out my own phyllo dough. But apparently I have been misleading myself and others for many years now. I am a liar. Nice that the baby Jesus should choose this day of all days to reveal my ineptitude.I arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1135105147876994762005-12-20T10:55:00.000-08:002005-12-20T10:59:07.886-08:00The Pinnacle of Culinary ExcellenceLast night I made a multigrain and bean casserole of sorts. I stewed up some millet, added some quinoa and threw in some bulgur wheat for good measure, then added garlic and butterbeans. And then I realized that I had been out of bulgur wheat for quite some time. So what did I add to my casserole? Steel-cut oatmeal.Yes, I am a genius.But it actually wasn't arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1133447977522638232005-12-01T06:23:00.000-08:002005-12-01T06:39:37.533-08:00UpdateAck!! Has it really come to this? I'm reduced to giving a "life update" because I am so completely out of fun and fascinating stories for you? Have I turned into some sort of urban hausfrau? Eeek. Apologies in adavnce for the boredom of it all....Nothing is really new. Life continues apace. Nearly fatal colds come and go. My house still stands, despite my fears that it will collapsearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1132455999648500202005-11-19T19:00:00.000-08:002005-11-19T19:06:39.660-08:00BreatherThe last week has seen a whirlwind of activity. I have worked a 50-hour week, run back and forth and back and forth purchasing furniture, had all of my locks rekeyed and my walls repainted, chauffeured my painter/decorator all around town for supplies ... in short, there hasn't been much rest. Until now.Because I'm locked inside of my own house. The new lock seems to have broken; the arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1131918418256835502005-11-13T13:35:00.000-08:002005-11-13T13:46:58.266-08:00RoarI came into work for a little while this afternoon, to try to get ahead for the week. My painter/decorator arrives tomorrow for a week-long stay and I would like to spend as much time supervising her as possible. (I told that story to one person here and he said it sounded very glamorous, like I was Murphy Brown. And then I spilled the beans: the painter is my mother. Not so glam but way arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1130788075675872272005-10-31T11:40:00.000-08:002005-10-31T11:50:40.040-08:00Dishpan HandsGreeting from Maison d'Art! My own, my very own, home.So, why did I think that the moving would be the hard part? It was a breeze! It couldn't have gone more smoothly.Little did I know that the unpacking would be the hard part. Washing dishes that hadn't been out of boxes for over four years ... finding things I didn't even know I owned ... discovering sweaters that are pretty arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1130511080872399632005-10-28T07:47:00.000-07:002005-10-28T07:51:20.883-07:00Goodbye, whore!I took my last morning stroll down Whoraura this morning. I was hoping for something exciting, in no small part because I was awakend by a whole bunch of sirens at the crack of dawn (big raid? drug bust?). But my walk was uneventful. So I only have the walk home left, and then I am done with my strolls down Aurora.Hmmm.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1130335868996035042005-10-26T07:04:00.000-07:002005-10-26T07:11:09.000-07:00Big headI haven't gotten my hair cut for almost two months. My stylist seems to think I can go this long between cuts, whereas I'd prefer to have a little snipped off every week so that it always looks the same. To be honest, my stylist is a bit of a drinker, so perhaps hers is not the best judgment on this issue. My appointment is scheduled for next Friday but it's increasingly unlikely that arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1129416655075716752005-10-15T15:28:00.000-07:002005-10-16T09:53:16.713-07:00Count downTwo weeks from today, I am moving. Moving into my own apartment, an apartment I will own. How very odd. And frightening. And fun.I took another continuing education class the other day, during which I tried to lay out where the furniture will go, and what furniture I still need, and what colors I might like to paint everything. Heading the list of needs is a dining room table and arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1128435058379041992005-10-04T07:09:00.000-07:002005-10-04T07:10:58.383-07:00Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme choseBy the end of the month, when I start complaining about my landlord, I'll be complaining about myself! I bought a condo last night and assuming the inspection goes off without a hitch, I will be living on my own in no time!Of course, this means I will be taking a different bus....We'll see if I have to shut down my blog for lack of content after the big arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1128102760252495072005-09-30T10:51:00.000-07:002005-09-30T10:56:03.756-07:00If you don't have anything nice to say..."I would listen to a dog bark for an hour if I thought I could get a credit for it."I made the above comment after taking a continuing legal education class recently. (We're required to get 15 credits of barkery per year.) This time I listened to a panel of dogs bark for 6.75 hours. Let me tell you, there was nothing educational about it.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1127081725301571432005-09-18T15:15:00.000-07:002005-09-18T15:18:22.480-07:00The strange agony of a beautiful day offIt's a beautiful day here in Seattle, the perfect end to a beautiful weekend. I went to a wedding last night at a hotel on the waterfront that could not have been lovelier. The couple was married just at sunset in a room that was all windows on the water. Candles everywhere, orchids in profusion, the bride looking happy and nervous and excited and as arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1126017155060787722005-09-06T07:06:00.000-07:002005-09-06T07:32:35.066-07:00Bright-Eyed and Bushy-TailedWhat two hours of sleep will get youIt's been a rather harrowing couple of weeks on ol' Whoraura. Every morning I leave the house at the crack of dawn and most mornings I run smack dab into a Pimps 'n Whores convention on the front lawn. They all just stare at me as though I'm the one who doesn't belong. (Umm, you're standing on MY lawn.) One morning they were all arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1124831318180313932005-08-23T14:05:00.000-07:002005-08-23T14:08:38.186-07:00Hinothing much is new ... I work and work and work. And I'm thinking of buying a condo ... but I have yet to find the time to actually look for one.At least the summer is almost over. And Cho is coming for a visit next week. So, those things are good.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1124117374446517772005-08-15T07:36:00.000-07:002005-08-15T07:49:34.453-07:00At a loss for wordsI went out, briefly, on Saturday night. And while I was out, I met a regional vice president of Macy's. He told me that I dress "well, for a lawyer." This from a 41-year old out-of-shape man with chin-length bleached hair and bright-white bleached teeth who was stuffed like a sausage into clothing more tragic than hip. I told him he was "dressed well, for a retail queen." arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1123809992558424132005-08-11T18:21:00.000-07:002005-08-11T18:26:32.563-07:00The worst ride everI have had some harrowing bus experiences, as you all know. But last night's ride really takes the cake.Some freaky guy (with one dead tooth in front) ASKED ME OUT ON A DATE. He is a checker at my grocery store too, so I guess I won't be going there any more.Oh Lord. Humor fails me. He chatted me up and down for 40 excruciating blocks. Told me all about grocery checking, arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1123356681885801802005-08-06T12:27:00.000-07:002005-08-06T12:31:21.890-07:00Midnight in the Garden of Good and EvilMy landlord is at it again. I came home the other night at around 10, after a work happy hour, and he was nowhere to be found. Or so I thought. I noticed that all the lights were on in the backyard. Only, wait, we have no lights in our backyard. Well, LL had stationed lamps around the backyard so that he could work in the garden out of the heat and arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1121871766314546492005-07-20T07:34:00.000-07:002005-07-20T08:05:17.796-07:00DomiNOI was out dancing with a friend on Saturday night and, somehow or another, I ended up dancing with some new guy. (I know how it transpired -- through the good offices of the friend with whom I'd gone out. Who now, incidentally, happens to be IN DEEP SH*T.) So the new guy and I were dancing and dancing, and all of a sudden he tried to kiss me on the dance floor. Luckily I'm pretty good arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1121696709249271592005-07-18T07:17:00.000-07:002005-07-18T07:25:09.256-07:00Good IdeasI noticed this morning as I was driving into the city that there is now a porta-potty on the Aurora Bridge. Right on the sidewalk, smack in the middle of the bridge. I am fascinated by this. I hope the ladies enjoy it.My struggle with obesity continues. On Saturday I conned myself into eating two doughnuts for breakfast, then a pound of some of the best macaroni and cheese in the arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1119883029229888572005-06-27T07:30:00.000-07:002005-06-27T07:37:09.233-07:00Life StinksWhat smells worse than a wet dog?I was riding the bus the other day and who should I see but Alex from the Apprentice. That twitty Seattle lawyer whose sexuality remained quite ambiguous during the show (and afterwards as well -- I have friends who work with him). He was wearing the world's ugliest leather and canvas dress shoes. So ugly that I stared at them for quite a while, arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1118854934736831932005-06-15T09:59:00.000-07:002005-06-15T10:02:14.740-07:00PorterLast night as I was getting off the bus, a woman on the sidewalk asked me to help carry her luggage ONTO the bus. I thought she would take a few bags and I would take a few bags, so I agreed. And then I spent the next five minutes carrying all of her VERY HEAVY luggage onto the bus and stowing it for her. (Much to the amusement of the passengers, who loves these little types of delays.)arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1118180866417734752005-06-07T14:45:00.000-07:002005-06-07T14:47:46.423-07:00Forgot one thingI am FAIRLY sure that someone on the bus last night was transporting a large container of urine (hopefully his own) from one place to the next, and that said container of urine started leaking all over the floor. I sometimes stop to wonder if people questioned why I leaped like a ballerina over that section of the bus floor as I was disembarking. But then I remind myself that I arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1118164404157015702005-06-07T10:07:00.000-07:002005-06-07T10:16:12.706-07:00Two interesting thingsYesterday, as my bus sped down Aurora (Whoraura), I think I saw my first male prostitute. I see the ladies all the time. I'm pretty jaded about that. (Though I'm still intrigued by the idea that one can be picked up and dropped back off during the short amount of time I'm waiting for the bus.) I haven't seen a man before.My landlord has a new and fascinating method for arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1118080834167066512005-06-06T10:57:00.000-07:002005-06-06T11:00:34.173-07:00Link of the CenturyThis is the link I have been looking for all of my adult life.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1117551064206609302005-05-31T07:43:00.000-07:002005-05-31T07:51:04.240-07:00What's shakin'?I have consumed two entire bags of frozen blueberries in the past two days. One bag per day, each in a smoothie. We're defrosting our freezer and I'm trying to keep ahead of the spoilage. I'm seriously considering having a pea smoothie for breakfast tomorrow, or perhaps a blended pea and vodka sauce over pasta tonight. (Or maybe a couple of shots of vodka, and then I'll be arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1116281926769006032005-05-16T15:12:00.000-07:002005-05-16T16:54:26.336-07:00OldsterI went to the doctor today because my hip has been bothering me for the last six months or so. In my defense, the pain has only been really intense for the past three weeks though. I had pretty much diagnosed myself with a rare and fatal form of osteoporosis (mixed in with a dash of scleroderma). But I was wrong. Turns out I have bursitis. BURSITIS! Isn't that something little old arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1116211984864680772005-05-15T19:49:00.000-07:002005-05-15T19:53:04.870-07:00A Whole New WorldI bought a new computer and am now computing via my own personal wireless network. It's very exciting, if totally incomprehensible. (I had to have a friend set the whole thing up.)Hmm. Not a very interesting post, I guess. Oh well.I hope you all had a good weekend!arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1115650372271446832005-05-09T07:43:00.000-07:002005-05-09T07:52:52.276-07:00PerseveranceThere is a wasp in my mailbox. One small, relatively dim wasp, intent on building her nest and raising her kids in a nice, dry environment. I respect her efforts (she gets almost the whole thing built in a single day), but I can't agree with her choice of homes. So, six days a week, I remove the nest she has patiently and carefully built. She watches me, never very angry. She arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1115406235003862072005-05-06T11:58:00.000-07:002005-05-06T12:03:55.010-07:00Save Us From OurselvesIt is being argued that public schools, at least in Kansas, should teach the theory of "Intelligent" Design. Fascinating. Why don't they teach this theory in Sunday school? Then, everyone who attends church could be exposed to both theories, and choose the one that suits them best. I guess we can't rely on people to get themselves to church though, and we need to exposearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1114093636458080772005-04-21T07:20:00.000-07:002005-04-21T07:27:16.460-07:00Au revoir, you bastardOur horrible neighbors moved away a couple of weeks ago, which would have been nice but for two things. One, they turned on all the lights in the house (including the porch lights in the front and the back) before they left. The back porchlight shines directly into my bedroom, day and night. Fantastic.But that's not the really bad news. The really bad news is that they arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1114007427610343022005-04-20T07:27:00.000-07:002005-04-20T07:30:27.610-07:00Risky BusinessThis is the first line of an article I read this morning:People who are overweight but not obese have a lower risk of death than those of normal weight, federal researchers are reporting today.I'm going to go ahead and say that they're a little bit off on their reporting. Last time I checked, we all had the same risk of death: 100%.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1113934568884010542005-04-19T11:15:00.000-07:002005-04-19T11:16:08.886-07:00Ach du lieberOnce again the Barbarians are sacking Rome.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1113431861502467242005-04-13T14:55:00.000-07:002005-04-13T17:55:54.416-07:00OyIt seemed like I had something to post. Something about how intelligence is being pushed out of the public square by some bastardized notion of God. Something about how honest debate and honest differences of opinion are now obscured beneath clouds of smoke and spin and, frankly, piles of horse shit.Every once in a while, I am seized by the idea that I care about society and the direction it arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1112799452889367802005-04-06T07:44:00.000-07:002005-04-06T07:57:32.890-07:00I want a new drugEvery once in a while, riding the bus is a true delight. (Every once in a LONG while.) This morning on the 6 a.m. bus, some large kid was talking loudly about his recent battle with a severe lung disease. (No, he wasn't speaking to anyone in particular. But I can't complain: this was a kid after my own heart, treating his cold as though it were going to be the end of him.) arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1112231116536255872005-03-30T17:04:00.000-08:002005-03-30T17:05:16.536-08:00I'm coming to join you, Elizabeth!Is anyone else wondering if Jesus will call Terry Schiavo, the pope AND Jerry Falwell home all at the same time?arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1111439813590370512005-03-21T13:15:00.000-08:002005-03-21T13:16:53.590-08:00GeniusI've long thought that Dahlia Lithwick is a genius. Here's proof.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1111253026156910222005-03-19T09:20:00.000-08:002005-03-19T09:23:46.156-08:00Mum's the wordBy the end of tomorrow night, I will have worked over 143 hours in two weeks (plus celebrated my birthday). So, I'm just saying, if I haven't been able to respond to your birthday greeting yet, that's why!Oy, back to work....arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1110906061663694762005-03-15T08:51:00.000-08:002005-03-15T10:52:09.206-08:00Ray of LightYesterday was my 34th birthday. I went out the night before, to dance and drink and celebrate, and someone I know from work told me he figured I was 24. I know that was a shameful, horrible lie on his part, but it was a nice one.The weekend was clear and sunny and warm, full of flowering trees and scented breezes. Gorgeous. The beautiful weather managed to last through my birthdayarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1109869254483537362005-03-03T08:58:00.000-08:002005-03-03T09:01:48.186-08:00In Search Of Lost TimeIt's a beautiful day in Seattle. The sky is blue, the air is fairly warm. All of the flowering trees are in full bloom, and the daffodils and crocuses couldn't be prettier. It's Spring.Hmm. There you go. That's the only new thing in my life.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1108395676807470282005-02-14T07:38:00.000-08:002005-02-14T07:41:16.806-08:00Waiting for robbersI'm home today, very very sick and hoping that no criminals come racing through my back yard. Happy Valentine's Day! My millions and billions of germs and I are very happy together. I hope you're happy with someone special too.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1107553182124059242005-02-04T13:38:00.000-08:002005-02-04T13:39:42.126-08:00my future
This is an excerpt from my horoscope for the day:
Tonight: Take a brisk walk around your neighborhood. You might meet someone interesting.
DUH. But will that interesting person want me to pay her for sex? That's the real question.
arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1107486575012847412005-02-03T19:04:00.000-08:002005-02-03T19:09:35.013-08:00Calling All Crooks
Not much new to report here. My landlord left the front door open (not just unlocked, OPEN) the other night. All night. That was exciting for me. Especially since I'd just caught that hardened criminal (PERP) prowling around the premises. (Think about this: perhaps the perp would have left something nice for me instead of stealing anything. He left his jacket last time.)arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1106153771838953962005-01-19T08:25:00.000-08:002005-01-19T09:02:21.696-08:00Hero
I suppose you all think of me as a quiet, rather mousy individual who happens to be sick almost all of the time. And I suppose you might be right about that. But today, I am also a hero.
Picture it: my bedroom, 8:00 this morning. There I was, sitting on my bed and typing e-mails to my friends. I was reporting to them how very, VERY sick I am, and how I wouldn't be making it to work today. arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1105052212928873022005-01-06T14:47:00.000-08:002005-01-06T14:56:52.926-08:00Hot and heavy
So, I've started the four-week (eight-class) introduction to the Baron Baptiste Power Vinyasa yoga method. I don't know. It involves a room heated to 86 degrees, which is a temperature I have spent almost all of my adult life trying to avoid. We'll see if I can make it through to the end.
A couple of weeks ago, a trainer poked me in the belly while I was doing sit-ups and told arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1104343922470320962004-12-29T10:08:00.000-08:002004-12-29T10:12:02.470-08:00Merry Christmas!!
Well (my family isn't probably going to like to read this, but) I had a fantastic Christmas. I had the house to myself (the landlord was off with his family), and I got to do all the things I like to do, like screech Christmas carols for hours on end, and read quietly for hours on end, and watch stupid (STUPID) movies like White Chicks, and sleep and sleep and sleep.... It arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1102620685597856162004-12-09T11:29:00.000-08:002004-12-09T11:31:25.596-08:00Holy Crap
This morning I walked past the Whor-tel that's on the corner on my way to the bus stop. I was about 8 feet from the bus stop when the bus pulled away (I think the driver was laughing at me). Frustrated, I turned on my heel and decided to drive to work, which is something I almost never do.
As I was walking back past the Whor-tel, I noticed that a very short man was standing in the arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1101092710298649902004-11-21T19:06:00.000-08:002004-11-21T19:05:10.296-08:00Alice in Wonderland
I was walking through an especially seedy area downtown the other day. I don't know how I manage to get myself into all these areas (I live in one, which I guess is part of the problem). Anyway, my quest for the perfect gravy boat took me through a seedy area, and that's just how it is. As I was walking, I heard a homeless man talking to his homeless friends. His voice arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1100191757377775642004-11-11T08:37:00.000-08:002004-11-11T08:49:17.376-08:00Would you like a piece of candy?
I sat next to another oddball on the bus last night. I'm not sure if she was a whore or a drug addict or what, exactly. She might even have been in recovery. But she was odd, and it's my duty to report on bus oddness. So let's just say she was a recovering, drug-addicted whore. (She certainly had the eye-makeup for it.)
So, my whore friend sat down next to arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1099632621294907172004-11-04T21:27:00.000-08:002004-11-04T21:30:21.293-08:00Hmmm
I'm afraid I still don't know what to say. Over 20% of the states in this country think that I deserve to be discriminated against.
arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1097163546407511732004-10-07T08:35:00.000-07:002004-10-07T08:40:49.090-07:00The Dutch Bike Hits a Speed Bump
The Dutch Bike Plan encountered a serious difficulty recently. My landlord found out about it at 1:30 this morning, when he opened a letter from a towing company (then screamed loudly, waking up all the tenants). Turns out his Dutch Bike was towed, so now he'll have to pay more than the car is worth to release it from captivity and set it back on the streets in aarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1096553881869836862004-09-30T07:13:00.000-07:002004-09-30T07:18:01.870-07:00Addle-pated, literally
This morning I was in a bit of a rush. So when I got out of the shower, I pushed some leave-in conditioner into my messy hair and figured I'd come back to it later. As I was walking to the bus, I realized that I'd never come back to it, that my hair was sticking up in every possible direction. I did my best, when I got to work, to make it seem like I hadn't just rolled arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1096042098826794172004-09-24T08:57:00.000-07:002004-09-24T09:08:18.826-07:00The Landlord Rides Again
My landlord bought a new car a couple of weeks ago, I thought to replace his old car. The old car was a piece of work. He had removed the back seats and ripped out all of the upholstery on the interior of the car "because it stank." He painted the sunroof over with thick yellow paint, so as not to get a sunburn on the top of his delicate head. And the windows never arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1095558027383735702004-09-18T18:35:00.000-07:002004-09-18T18:40:27.383-07:00Betty Botter bought some butter
Betty Botter bought some butter.
"But," said she, "this butter's bitter.
If I put it in my batter
It will make my batter bitter.
But a bit of better butter
Will make my batter better."
So she bought some better butter,
Better than the bitter butter.
And she put it in her batter,
And her batter was not bitter.
So 'twas better Betty Botter Bought a bit of better arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1094694359863431212004-09-08T18:38:00.000-07:002004-09-08T18:45:59.863-07:00Pervy
I got off the bus today, happier than usual to get off the bus. And I was standing on the corner, waiting to cross with the light (like all good Seattleites) when I was accosted by a seeing-eye dog. It was sniffing around in my crotch. I had to wonder, is that dog trying to lead that blind woman to my crotch? Because now is really not the time, and this corner is really not the place.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1093404114726367042004-08-24T20:16:00.000-07:002004-08-24T20:21:54.726-07:00Guard your tinfoil
Everyone on the bus this evening was drunk, I think, except for me. (Why oh why am I always left out of the fun?) At least, the bus STANK of alchohol and alcoholics. Quite possibly one of the worst odors known to man.
The two drunks closest to me were busy folding up pieces of tinfoil. I assumed they were making a bomb, but can you really make a bomb out of tinfoil, bad arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1092279629265297852004-08-11T19:49:00.000-07:002004-08-11T20:00:29.266-07:00Well HELLO there!
It's been a long time, been a long time....
Nothing much is new. A heat wave continues to ravage the Northwest, wreaking havoc with my mood. No one is any closer to knowing what is wrong with my brother (I could go in SO many directions with that one). I've been eating a lot of cupcakes lately.
Sigh. Will it ever be cool again?
arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1091582414336604452004-08-03T18:12:00.000-07:002004-08-03T18:20:14.336-07:00My brother wants you to know...
My poor little brother has mono, which he believes was contracted from some skank at the county fair. He specifically requested that I relay the following details regarding his illness:
On at least 4 nights I have had to change my sheets around 2:00 a.m. because I sweated through them. I have also had to shower.
Thursday july 29th 10:00 p.m. fever at 104+. arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1090849290088631972004-07-26T06:36:00.000-07:002004-07-26T06:41:30.086-07:00Out Safe
Wshew. I made it out safe from my housesitting gig, not killing more than just the one (the only) fish, and not breaking any more than two (out of six) glasses. The last glass broke because I threw it (not dropped it, but actually THREW it at the floor) so that I could catch a metal pot that was going to fall. I am not a very bright man.
The one topic of conversation in Seattle thisarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1089985517922068812004-07-16T06:38:00.000-07:002004-07-16T06:45:17.923-07:00Mayhem, Inc.
Double Scheiße!!!!
Now I've broken a glass, which is a very unusual thing for me to do. Somehow I think that by the end of next week, when my friend is supposed to return from vacation, I will be sitting (smudged and singed, but perfectly healthy) in the midde of a smoldering ruin. Perhaps I will even have laid waste to the entire block on which he lives?
Keep an eye on your arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835474241863248879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704203.post-1089942078610702132004-07-15T18:19:00.000-07:002004-07-15T18:41:18.610-07:00Murder, Inc.
Scheiße!!
I am currently housesitting for a friend of mine who took a two-week trip to Italy. I've been here for five days, and my only real responsibility is to feed his fish every couple of days. Only, I just looked, and the fish is dead. I killed the fish. In five days, I killed the fish.
I am SO going to buy an identical fish and pretend nothing ever happened!
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