I'm just kind of worried by Facebook now
Annoying things:
I feel like my brain has slithered out my ears. Think I can blame that on not having slept well for the past week. Or eaten well today, for that matter. Ugh.
The only thing weirder than having your eighty-seven year old Granddad on Facebook is having your eighty-nine year old Granddad on Facebook. I'm friends with them both. It's odd. I console myself with the thought that Granddad will probably never figure out how it works.
Dropkick Murphys are playing in SF tonight, and I am not doing. Blarh. Sulky Wabbits. The concert on a Wednesday aspect was awkward, but worse was the $13 dollars in assorted Ticketmaster fees on top of the $26.50 ticket price ($60 for two tickets I can deal with, $80 for the same is a different matter) and the fact that the only tickets left were for balcony seating, which meant you couldn't go down on the floor. I am not watching a punk concert seated, from the balcony. The entire point of a punk concert is to go ruin your ears by shouting along to horribly loud music while jumping up and down in a huge crowd of people.
Cheerful things:
Coffee Prince is an adorable show. It is, of course, an over-the-top romantic comedy, but so far it hasn't reached the heights of ridiculousness displayed by, say, Hanakimi or Hana Yori Dango. There's kind of even character development. So far there aren't any scheming evil females, either. Just a lot of people of varying confusion levels.
My cucumbers really appreciated the trellising and the unseasonal rain. They're very green and growing like mad.
After consulting my Mama, Aunt, and Cousin, I went back to the used bookstore and bought the first edition copy of The Nonesuch by Georgette Heyer. There's a first or second edition of The Toll Gate as well, which I will buy as soon as July rolls around. They're missing their dust jackets, but otherwise in excellent condition. Muahahaha. My antiquarian book collection is growing!
Speaking of used bookstores, Recycle Books now has three bookstore kitties! The orange-and-white shorthair, the smoke-grey longhair, and now a black longhair that looks almost exactly like my family's Mombo cat, only extraordinarily friendly and talkative. There was a girl sitting on the floor, reading, and the black cat wandered up and climbed into her lap, on top of her book, making little chirping meows the whole time. I like friendly bookstore kitties!
Entry originally posted at annoyedwabbit on Dreamwidth.org
I feel like my brain has slithered out my ears. Think I can blame that on not having slept well for the past week. Or eaten well today, for that matter. Ugh.
The only thing weirder than having your eighty-seven year old Granddad on Facebook is having your eighty-nine year old Granddad on Facebook. I'm friends with them both. It's odd. I console myself with the thought that Granddad will probably never figure out how it works.
Dropkick Murphys are playing in SF tonight, and I am not doing. Blarh. Sulky Wabbits. The concert on a Wednesday aspect was awkward, but worse was the $13 dollars in assorted Ticketmaster fees on top of the $26.50 ticket price ($60 for two tickets I can deal with, $80 for the same is a different matter) and the fact that the only tickets left were for balcony seating, which meant you couldn't go down on the floor. I am not watching a punk concert seated, from the balcony. The entire point of a punk concert is to go ruin your ears by shouting along to horribly loud music while jumping up and down in a huge crowd of people.
Cheerful things:
Coffee Prince is an adorable show. It is, of course, an over-the-top romantic comedy, but so far it hasn't reached the heights of ridiculousness displayed by, say, Hanakimi or Hana Yori Dango. There's kind of even character development. So far there aren't any scheming evil females, either. Just a lot of people of varying confusion levels.
My cucumbers really appreciated the trellising and the unseasonal rain. They're very green and growing like mad.
After consulting my Mama, Aunt, and Cousin, I went back to the used bookstore and bought the first edition copy of The Nonesuch by Georgette Heyer. There's a first or second edition of The Toll Gate as well, which I will buy as soon as July rolls around. They're missing their dust jackets, but otherwise in excellent condition. Muahahaha. My antiquarian book collection is growing!
Speaking of used bookstores, Recycle Books now has three bookstore kitties! The orange-and-white shorthair, the smoke-grey longhair, and now a black longhair that looks almost exactly like my family's Mombo cat, only extraordinarily friendly and talkative. There was a girl sitting on the floor, reading, and the black cat wandered up and climbed into her lap, on top of her book, making little chirping meows the whole time. I like friendly bookstore kitties!
Entry originally posted at annoyedwabbit on Dreamwidth.org