This is my favorite clothes weather.
I’m bringing back to “old lady rain bonnet”. Because duh. Cute(ish), practical, hands-free rain protection.
Come on folks, join me in this.
Working until you are 84 because you love it and because it is important: That sounds like a good retirement plan.
Take a drink every time Cruz says ‘extreme’ or ‘extremist’ tonight.
Maybe I’m Amazed why I can’t figure out how to share on Facebook this audio recording of Maybe I’m Amazed that I made last night. Actually, I AM amazed. Oh well.
It is lovely. And I could hear the crunchy rhythm guitar part in the second verse that makes me so very very happy.
Wow. Band on the Run.
Best song to play bass on when playing Rock Band
This is surreal! Paul!
Just overheard on bus:
“I kinda wanna see Paul McCartney. I don’t know his music or anything, but he’s, like, historic. You know he was a Beatle?”
And then Banksy will come out with sledgehammer...
Now that it’s so easy to borrow audiobooks from the library, I’ve been reading/listening to things I would never take the time to read-read.
I’ve been listening to “All the Pieces Matter: The Inside Story of ‘The Wire’”
I was hoping they’d talk about the scene where they’re trying to move a desk (in the 4th episode— I had to look that up; I don’t have that sort of brain), but they haven’t. That’s my favorite scene in the whole shebang- and I want to know if I assigned too much weight to it or the right amount.
They DO go into great detail about the writing of / inspiration for / evolution of the McNulty-Bunk crime scene scene that’s just a series of “F - - -‘s,” though.
(Can I say they word on Facebook?)
It’s got me thinking about so many random details (I only remember random details) — like the perfectness of McNulty’s shirt in one scene where he’s at dinner with someone who’s out of his class...
Summary: There were so many dedicated people caring so much about so many details of that story. That seems like very rewarding work.
One of the most amazing performances/people I’ve ever seen. So well-deserved.
Listening to Elizabeth McQueen’s Liz Phair interview this morning and it’s making me so happy and sad in all the best ways.
You’re doing great work, emq!
Aided by the pre-dawn clatter of garbage trucks in the alley, I was thrust back into the reality of the situation: It had not been a dream.
I rolled over in my bed cautiously, not wanting to disturb that which still clung precariously to my side.
Again? Could this actually be happening AGAIN?
“Let’s just pretend last night didn’t happen,” I said groggily, my forearm grazing the cold and briefly-forgotten iPad still open to the MLB At Bat app, its hollow shell of a score staring back at me unrelentingly.
“Maybe we can agree to, you know, not talk about it... ever again. Okay?”
Yes, this is a post about boobs.
Hang on. Seriously?? 15-23 pounds for D’s???
So why isn’t this ever factored in when one is calculating things like BMI and determining obesity and whatnot?? (Or
I guess it is, GENERALLY, in that ladies’ BMIs are generally supposed to be higher... but percentage of boob-weight-to-body-weight obviously can vary greatly?!)
I mean, I know I’m short and rounded and generally-arab-ish... but I’m also muscle-dense. And, blessing and curse, my ladies don’t seem to fluctuate much.
Numbers-wise, I have ALWAYS been “overweight,” even at my fittest / skinniest / sportiest.
So... if I were to subtract, say, 25 pounds, and the recalculate my BMI, that tells a profoundly different story?!
I mean, is that 25 pounds of mostly-fat
just hanging out up there???? That’s insane!!
[PLEASE NOTE: in case it’s not evident, I want to clarify that my self esteem is lovely and that I think I’m great and I don’t care AT ALL about weight, and I’m body positive and stuff, yada yada... Don’t freak out. I’m thinking science here.]
Why would they shoot someone who was already dead?
NPR, I feel like your modifier is unfortunately placed.
Perhaps “Orlando Police Fatally Shoot...” or “Orlando Police Shoot and Kill...”
// Cherrywood is my usual coffice, but on weekday mornings I often go to Thunderbird.
[note: I will refrain from Googling this as long as possible so I can briefly believe I just invented this term...]
Anyone else reading the Bob Woodward book? I feel like I need moral support.
On a feel-good note, it’s making me appreciate the huge difference between simply having an ideological difference of opinion with someone (like a regular, old-school, thinking republican) vs that someone being a disgusting sociopathic virtually-illiterate power-crazed-yet-incapable-of-sustained-direction moronic lying piece of absolute tyrannical garbage.
I feel like there’s an actual opportunity for this horrific experience to make us regular empathy-capable humans appreciate each other more, regardless of our political views. Like, I keep thinking of the sacrifices of the people having to babysit him every day, and if I were a pray-er, I would be praying for their strength and their devotion to limiting the damage and trying keep us safe until we can get out of this nightmare. Please don’t abandon us.
Perhaps triumphing over an insanely unmoored president could be the thing that can right our metaphorical ship and stop people from being such assholes to each other?
I dare to dream...
Just won second volleyball championship of the year! Woot!
Also: It might be time to wash my kneepads, as I think I am smelling them all the way from the backseat floorboard?
Under Freaking Pressure. I need to write an obsessive novella on that freaking masterpiece.
Wow, the Honda Fit is the official car of Austin. Five in a row!
It's time to revisit these. I love her.
I’m lingering in the screw aisle of Breed Hardware, and a freshman-in-college-age guy asks me, “Do you work here?”
1. It was as if he knew how much of my life I spend here staring at screws.
2. I’m wearing giant sunglasses and a sundress. I’m quite thrilled that society has come so far as for me to be a potential hardware employee in his mind. That makes me very happy.
3. But no, little dude, I’d probably be wearing a uniform of some sort. And good luck with your dorm loft.
Re Trump’s Google bias complaint: Seems more likely that your fan base doesn’t have the brain power to figure out how SEO works...