Pizza for Dinner
Saturday, April 29, 2006
What time is it?
It's time to look through the contents of a package from my Dad!
Two pens, one candy cane one hugely oversized
a pen light on a carabiner
a mini collander, about 2" in diameter
a Kicks against Breast Cancer soccer pin
two energy saving light bulbs
two bags of ghirardelli chocolate chips
mint 2006 state quarters from the San Francisco mint
a Jack Daniels shot glass with my initials carved in it
four pairs of running socks with various designs (ex shamrock)
my US Soccer Federation referee registration
a painted martini glass
three blown glass animal figurines
a ruler on a magnet with notches for pulling out and pushing in an oven rack, the back includes a quick guide to meat temperatures, minutes per pound
a Great Harvest Bread Co cookbook
a leather bound notepad
a long sleeved t-shirt from a CJSA tournament
The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars CD, by David Bowie
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Oh my stupid
Overheard in the line at the coffee stand today:
Woman behind the counter: Is it o-l-e? Ole?
One of a pair of female med students: No, it's a-u-l-e. It's french. Au le.
WBtC: Oh, I thought it was ole!
OoaPoFMS:Ha ha, no.
Um, it's au lait. Cafe au lait. Lait as in milk, not le as in the. (For the record that word is 'luh' not 'lay' which is les.)I mean, I can understand knowing the word is french but not knowing anything beyond that. I can even understand frequenting coffee establishments and not looking at the menu or ordering something you've never seen written. But correcting someone when you are clearly bullshitting? Actually I'm not surprised about that. But it's still perfection.
In other news, either the post office or the mail room lost a package I had delivered from scary go round. (I thought it might ship UPS and decided to "play it safe" by sending it to work instead of home.) It was probably the mail room but the post office guy was a total dick on the phone. He accused me of not understanding that they just dump all US mail off in a mail room for campus addresses while also refusing to believe that the cancer center is not a dorm. Then he told me to have them resend the package. Because paying $40 again is the first option I'm looking in to.
Saturday, April 22, 2006
My dreams have been jerks lately. Not in the nightmare sense, something less straight-forward. See, I've been dreaming about things that I really want, like to take a trip out of the country like seriously half the people I know. Then I wake up and realize I was dreaming. Or worse, I realize in the dream that I'm dreaming. It's very disappointing, especially if I dreamed a resolution to something. Does anyone else have a masochistic subconscious?
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Today was a beautiful day. Sunny, warm, buds on the trees. That didn't stop it from being surreal. Oh no, that is not merely confined to my unbearable days in the lab. Walking home today a bird pooped on me. Right as a car was driving past in the parking lot. That's never happened to me before, although I know someone that had it happen to him once. Thankfully, I didn't go around all day not noticing it because it was on my back and no one said anything. Although my neighbor was sympathetic when I ran into her on my way in the building. Apparently I had a look of shock on my face still. Really, I was not expecting nature to poo on my. Now I will. You can get a visual below. If you can't read my shirt it says Zicke. Zicke de luxe. If you can't read german, that's a shame.
Oh, I also forgot to post photos of my kitchen pipe bursting a few weeks ago. I called the guy (it was a Sunday night) on the emergency maintenance line and told him it was gushing out. He was surprised when it was indeed gushing out. Or maybe he was just being politely sympathetic. Either way, it looks like it's raining under my sink.
I know I must be going crazy because all I can do is laugh at this stuff.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
No foals allowed
Cake pony is the best. Really, there's nothing else to say. It's horrible and fantastic.
I also saw Les Miserables at the Fisher Theater with a bunch of people on Sunday. It was a great time. I also enjoyed buying a new shirt and shoes for the occassion. It's a shame that the only nice dresses etc that I find are expensive because when I was looking for something there was nothing in sight. Except one shirt. And a few dresses that were $80 that I'd need to buy shoes for, which were also around $80. Well, $60-80. I'm not the only one though. Talking with ladies at work it seems it's common to find nothing when you need it and plenty when you don't need anything or have money. Or they don't have my size. And only have 0, 2 and 14. Maybe a 12 or a 6. Seriously, we came up with the same sizes independently. It was bizarre.
Also, express, what were you thinking? Really? (There were shorter shorts in the store. They did not show what king of top you wear with pinstripe dress shorts, unfortunately.)