peanut butter cookies make everything better.
weirdly enough, I slept very
and I didn’t know for
and I didn’t know for hours & hours, because I didn’t have my alarm clock on, obviously, and didn’t turn on TV or radio before going out for a bit. found out because of this thread on Metafilter.
bleh. feeling…I don’t know…I just don’t know. “angry. angry and tired.” (in Homer voice)
oh, goodness.
but you ain’t all that,
but you ain’t all that, nor a bag of chips. this is the first time I’ve been actually, actively pissed about this salon premium crap. ’cause I like them enough to skim thru once in a while, but I definitely don’t like them $30/year worth. more like reading in the library. hell, I don’t pay for any other magazines, why should I pay for one that can’t stack up in my living room?
yeah, yeah, I know – they’ve got to pay their bills, and their writers need to eat. I get that, really I do. but there’s no equivalent (like going to the library) if you don’t like them enough to pay…or if you couldn’t afford to pay. I can’t really play that card too much myself, not any more, but it certainly would’ve been true a couple of years ago – and I’m sure is still for many others who do have internet access, and do enjoy reading salon.
grrrr.
back in the land of
a tired, tired week. all
a tired, tired week. all I did Wednesday was sleep, that and curl up in the recliner, reading The Vampire Armand. okay, yeah, so that’s why I like Anne Rice. I’d almost forgotten. reading her better books is like falling into a darkly lovely dream – and this one qualifies. there was a little god-stuff, but not too bad, and definitely on the more cynical side. I *heart* Armand.
but…sleep is good. and the blu screen of death is bad, esp. when it won’t go away. it was definitely that kind of week.
I got an email from Irina today. very cool. she’s a tax accountant. yipes. still, I’m quite happy to reconnect, tho I’m sure it would give Ra fits. 🙂 silly boy.
there’s a story rattling around in the back of my head – part 9/11, part an idea that was kicking around before then. I started it, finally, last night, but haven’t gotten too far into it. (why is it that I like setting my short stories in ordinary places that somehow also feel very strange?)
hey, Matt, if you’re reading this – go work on Neal’s story!
I am spending my whole
I am spending my whole life hunched over a computer…or 2 computers…or something.
but wait…mahnamahna! – and if that doesn’t get you humming, then you are a sad person.
bleh. tired, headache, hungry but
bleh. tired, headache, hungry but really, really don’t feel like cooking. oh, yes, and cramps, too. that would explain why I was so weird Sat. morning, wouldn’t it?
but wait…10% of your PimpHats.com purchase goes to the Red Cross & Salvation Army! that made me laugh (not the 10%, just the pimp hats part), and laughing is good.
“war” opinion of the day – not unique, but here it is anyway: we’re going to war on terrorism. okay, so now we get to declare war on methods of attack. I’d like to declare war on calvary! or something.
actually, the weird thought, for
actually, the weird thought, for me, is that if we buy a house I could actually stay in the same place for years & years. after spending the last 10 years (just about) moving an average of once a year, and sometimes more than that, I would love to stay somewhere for a while – oh, to be able to paint something!