Monthly Archives: February 2009
One of Those Days
Ever have one of those days when you’re standing in Whole Foods and you pick up a Baltimore Magazine and HOLY CRAP, there’s a giant picture of you doing yoga on page 82? With (mercifully) photoshopped armpits?
Well, I did.
Hearse To Ya.
Today I was running late for class. I was annoyed about petty, stupid things, the weather was awful, and as I drove my way down a little residential street that I use as a shortcut, I found myself behind a hearse. So, first of all, laying it on a little thick with the symbolism, are [...]
Mmmm… Lavender
I got a little bottle of lavender oil with a basket of goodies Scott bought me for Valentine’s Day. I don’t usually wear scented oils, but thought it might make a nice linen spray. I would never pay for the stuff, but I had the ingredients in the house, so… I filled a little spray [...]
Possibly the Nerdiest* Thought I've Ever Had
I was just sitting here doing some work, when I suddenly started wondering why when vampires turn to dust on Buffy, the entire vampire, clothes and all, disappears. The clothes aren’t part of the vampire, so logically, the vampire should turn to dust and leave the clothes in a heap on the ground. Although in [...]
Weiners in the Sun
Max has spent the morning snoozing on the arm of the big chair, right in the path of a sunbeam. A few minutes ago, I looked up from my laptop just in time to see his nap interrupted as he fell off the chair in his sleep. Snortscratchsplat.
Audience Participation, Among Other Things.
1. On Thursday I drove to Howard County (locally: Hard Counnie, home of the Hard Counnie poe-leece and fahr department.) to have a look at some bedroom furniture I saw posted on craigslist. When I scheduled the appointment with the woman selling and she said that the furniture was at an assisted living facility, I [...]
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President Awesome
I was in the car today when it occurred to me that there are way fewer people named Elvis than one would really expect. I didn’t grow up in an Elvis-based culture, so maybe I’m missing something, maybe it is considered a kind of sacrilege in Elvis cultures. After all, anglos don’t name their kids [...]
Conversation
The following conversation happened on my way home today.
Brain: Great! We have time to stop home, take the second prilosec and eat something before class.Esophogeal Sphincter: Oatmeal.Brain: We’re out of oatmeal. We’ll get some tomorrow.ES: Oatmeal.Brain: There isn’t time to stop at the Health Concern, or even Shoppers, and Super Fresh is way too expensive.ES: [...]
Nomenclature
Yesterday I was standing in the kitchen, and I looked at my dog and I thought, “Herbert. Herbert Hoover.”
I don’t think Max is an incarnation of the thirty-first president, but it’s good to know that there is something innately Herbert Hooverish about him, just in case we ever have to change his name.
Pants