Pizza for Dinner
Friday, January 27, 2006
Are we going to watch the Simpsons?
I got spam today from a Richard Anderson. With all the Stargate I've been watching I almost opened it.
I would like to take this time to say I've seen 10 minutes of MacGuyver and it's totally 80s fabulous.
Friday, January 20, 2006
I read it for the writing style
My new guilty pleasure. It really is quite funny at times. If you must acknowledge crazy celebrity headlines you might as well go with the people who report on a drunken idiot too intoxicated to notice she pissed herself.
Gold star to the cabby.
Monday, January 16, 2006
With all the traveling I did at Christmas/New Year's my place got a lot messier than I usually let it get. We're talking messy for ordinary people and not just my neat freak self. Once I was done traveling I was so tired I didn't feel like doing anything. I mean, it took me 5 days to go to the grocery store and I didn't have milk or other perishables so I really needed to go. I did have energy to do some laundry in between visiting my mom and my dad but it was desperately time to do laundry again. And go through piles of mail I looked at and put in a rough pile of importance. Vacuum. Dust. Clean the kitchen. You get the idea.
It took me most of yesterday evening, about 5 hours, but I got it all done. It feels great to have a clean apartment again. And clean clothes. It just feels like a home to me when the fridge is fully stocked and the place doesn't look like a kindergarten class breezed through.
Sunday, January 15, 2006
I was walking to my lab today through another building when I found myself about 10-15 feet behind another person. It happens, right? Even if there aren't many people around sometimes you just come up on another person walking in the same hall. It's not like I was 2 feet behind her, there was a large bubble of personal space.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. We're walking for maybe 50-100 feet and she turns around to look at me. A few steps later she goes off to the side and makes to unlock a lab door. As soon as I pass her, in other words ENTIRELY in my peripheral vision, she falls in step behind me. Just to make sure I'm not crazy (about this) I turned around another 50-100 feet down the hall and there she was, following behind. Apparently she needs about 30 feet of personal space. Or I'm very intimidating.
Honestly, I've never anticipated an unprovoked stabbing coming on like I did the moment I realized she stopped to follow me.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Fountain of Youth
My Dad just told me that some of his coworkers thought I was 15 when I visited his lab last week. A full decade younger than I actually am. I'm not sure how many people think this since I've known a couple of his coworker friends for most of my life, but it's not the first time something like that has happened to me. Three or four years ago an airport employee asked me if I was able to travel alone. Not only was that a yes, but I could also purchase myself an alcoholic beverage on the flight.
This combined with a conversation with my Granpa including this question: "Do you know I have a nephew who's turning 72 and another that's 70?" and an account of how old each of his siblings were when they died have led me to believe that I am blessed with longevity and a youthful appearance. Either that or my family is a genetic experiment gone awesome.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
I missed this episode but luckily my brother was able to find this clip.