I can’t watch Bush speak at all, even in excerpts. I had to leave the room when Ian watched some Charlie Rose chat about Bush’s speech. That said, I can read a transcript, especially an honest one. Ganked from Pesky Apostrophe who I just found and what an awesome blog name!
I appreciate when people give me the absolute right to judge them completely as a waste of my time, before even saying a word. In fact, I used to kinda wish people had to wear “idiot” labels so I knew not to bother myself by engaging them in anything.
Today, I found my idiot in the car in front of me. Several bumper stickers, but I only read one. I was so stunned, I missed the others.
“Abortion Causes Breast Cancer”
Yeah, buddy, thanks for alienating absolutely everyone. Bye, now.
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Since Moveable Type jumped the shark, I’ve been overthinking moving to WordPress for awhile.
Stuff is broken, and the template isn’t custom, etc. etc. but I’m still here.
For those that care, note the new RSS feed.
Obviously, I fell off of the blog-wagon. I’ve also fallen off the salad-wagon. I’ve been distracted by work and good weather and anything else that graced my presence. I think my mind goes to mush to counter the end-of-semester super-focus that Ian has to muster up.
I’ve had a lovely week of general slack. I had a lunch and a dinner with different, interesting, bright women I do not know well, but hope to know better in time. I visited with and had a good talk with another friend. I played on the internets. I’ve let my email pile up, and we won’t talk about the laundry.
And now for the completely non-sequitur:
“I don’t have issues, people, I have subscriptions.” – Phraugie
“Ian, would you like to come and look at sheet porn with me? We got the new catalog.” Whisper to me about thread count, baby.
To top it off:
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We wanted to do something fun last night. So we tore out the stupid paneling framing that was left on our front windows. We have to actually replace the windows themselves, but that will come in the fullness of time, along with de-pinking the front door and putting back in a transom over it.
And it was fun. I truly enjoy the destructive elements of housework. Our hammer, Mr. Boppie, and our crowbar, Vaughn, are good, reliable friends, and great company on a Friday night.
We also had to change the light bulb in the hallway. Remember the hallway of pink? With the mirror? Taking down the first panel to change the bulb was just too teasing. We had to go and do the rest.
It’s so much brighter now without the stupid ceiling. So much.
Now, I know I’ve been remiss, as Melissa so clearly points out. I haven’t shown you the lovely front room, all freshly primed and NOT pink anymore. We even have the lights hung and they look amazing. We used the old ceiling fan, but added a nice coat of matte silver paint, sawed off the stupid points on the fan blades, and changed the pulls and shades. It’s rather pretty, and only set us back about $20. Way cheap for a ceiling fan. You may recall it looked quite different and it took a lot to get us this far.
Ta dah!
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I get unreasonably pleased with myself over the smallest things. This can be annoying, I realize, but it’s also what makes me a cheap date, so it’s useful in the long run.
Just now, I solved a completely new-to-me problem. I did it quickly and without too much panic. My water pipes are running brown and icky. After the initial, “Dear gawd, I have no one to call, I’m the owner!” I realized I have the world’s maintenance person, The Internet, to ask. Brownish water of the particular color I see is not a house problem, but an exterior line problem. I called the city water supply. They logically enough told me that street cleaning started this week, and when the truck dipped in at a hydrant near me (perhaps the one across the street), it “stirred things up.” They’re sending someone to flush the lines.
I am homeowner extraordinaire and far too smug for my own good.
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The subject line was that of one of this morning’s spam emails. I knew as soon as I saw it that no matter what I blogged today, it would be titled such. Who knew it would be so apropos?
Completely unrelated: It is key that we find amusement in this whole awful “Culture of Life” thing. So I bring you the Culture of Death. Funny, funny. Digging around will lead you to the “Fetus-Powered Car” and it’s worth the trip.
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I’m avoiding doing my taxes. I’ll admit that. I’m not proud.
I’m reading too much about the Prius.
It appears we all owe our lives to this unsung Russian Hero who prevented WWIII back in ‘83. Thanks for not pushing the red button, Petrov.
Completely unrelated. I didn’t know art theft was such a problem.
I will be reading Life in Exile for awhile, especially as I have recently become vaguely enamored of Qatar.
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