Random things with BONUS TMI!!!
I was reminded of the kindness of strangers last night. Someone gave me an unbelievably precious gift. You know who you are. Thank you.
(At Governor's Honors way back in '90, the head of the Comm Arts dept said I was his Blanche, that I knew her, understood her and had been with her. The question is, was that a compliment or an insult)?
This is Radio Clash, on pirate satellites...
I spent my lunch break yesterday asleep in the ADA-compliant restroom (I had to ask one of my coworkers what the PC term was for the handicapped-accessible facility). There's something like a psychiatrist's couch in there. Yeah, weird, huh? It was a good nap, you know, for a bathroom.
I just tried to keep the Mythbusters ep about fecal bacteria out of my mind. EWWW!
There are trustees coming through on a tour today. Fortunately, I am rather professionally-attired. My sweater may be displaying my merchandise a little more than it should, but if I don't lean over the desk I should be fine. I have a nice long flowered skirt (I never wear it with the matching top because I look like a floral-upholstered couch). I have tall black boots which obscure the fact that I haven't had time to shave my legs lately. (TMI)!
Funny thing about the boots. I went to pick up Laser Girl from Nana's this morning, and I noticed that my boots didn't match! They were both tall and black and sort of a synthetic suede, but one had a wedge heel and a round toe, and the other had a spike heel and a pointy toe! Fortunately I had time to go home and fix it (I chose the wedge, if you care, on the grounds that it was the first match I could find in the bottom of the closet). Back in the day when I owned 30+ pairs of black boots, I'm surprised that never happened (I'm more often in Chucks these days, even at work).
More TMI. I know Anonymous wishes I wouldn't blog about my underwear. I hope I don't get in an accident today because the only clean pair of panties I could find in a hurry were my "Sundays." That does not mean they are holey.
I hope I don't get in an accident ANYWAY. It is also clear that I need to do more laundry.
A book that doesn't exist, but I would like to read: "How to Write Christian Fiction Without Selling Your Soul." Maybe I'll write it someday, once I learn the answer.
I'm struggling to read "Twilight." I. HATE. IT. Someone tried to defend it to me by pointing out that it's written for a younger audience. Yeah, I get that it's YA. But why should the fact that it's written for kids mean that it should be held to a lower standard (much as "Christian" fiction seems to be, see above)? Surely kids deserve the very best. Alice in Wonderland. The Wizard of Oz (which I admit I haven't read). The Phantom Tollbooth. Even Harry Potter. Not just in fantasy either--if you prefer realistic fiction Judy Blume's oeuvre stands up to the test of time.
You know, not that I didn't read utter crap when I was a kid, too. Sweet Valley High, anyone? So I guess I see their point.
One last note on the subject: I read a book review the other day (and please don't ask me which book it was because I don't remember) that claimed the book was "Narnia for Grownups."
No, dum-dum, NARNIA is Narnia for grown-ups.
As the Fourth Doctor said, what's the point in being grown-up if you can't be childish?
I'm too wordy today. Forgive me. But at least it's not more angst.
(At Governor's Honors way back in '90, the head of the Comm Arts dept said I was his Blanche, that I knew her, understood her and had been with her. The question is, was that a compliment or an insult)?
This is Radio Clash, on pirate satellites...
I spent my lunch break yesterday asleep in the ADA-compliant restroom (I had to ask one of my coworkers what the PC term was for the handicapped-accessible facility). There's something like a psychiatrist's couch in there. Yeah, weird, huh? It was a good nap, you know, for a bathroom.
I just tried to keep the Mythbusters ep about fecal bacteria out of my mind. EWWW!
There are trustees coming through on a tour today. Fortunately, I am rather professionally-attired. My sweater may be displaying my merchandise a little more than it should, but if I don't lean over the desk I should be fine. I have a nice long flowered skirt (I never wear it with the matching top because I look like a floral-upholstered couch). I have tall black boots which obscure the fact that I haven't had time to shave my legs lately. (TMI)!
Funny thing about the boots. I went to pick up Laser Girl from Nana's this morning, and I noticed that my boots didn't match! They were both tall and black and sort of a synthetic suede, but one had a wedge heel and a round toe, and the other had a spike heel and a pointy toe! Fortunately I had time to go home and fix it (I chose the wedge, if you care, on the grounds that it was the first match I could find in the bottom of the closet). Back in the day when I owned 30+ pairs of black boots, I'm surprised that never happened (I'm more often in Chucks these days, even at work).
More TMI. I know Anonymous wishes I wouldn't blog about my underwear. I hope I don't get in an accident today because the only clean pair of panties I could find in a hurry were my "Sundays." That does not mean they are holey.
I hope I don't get in an accident ANYWAY. It is also clear that I need to do more laundry.
A book that doesn't exist, but I would like to read: "How to Write Christian Fiction Without Selling Your Soul." Maybe I'll write it someday, once I learn the answer.
I'm struggling to read "Twilight." I. HATE. IT. Someone tried to defend it to me by pointing out that it's written for a younger audience. Yeah, I get that it's YA. But why should the fact that it's written for kids mean that it should be held to a lower standard (much as "Christian" fiction seems to be, see above)? Surely kids deserve the very best. Alice in Wonderland. The Wizard of Oz (which I admit I haven't read). The Phantom Tollbooth. Even Harry Potter. Not just in fantasy either--if you prefer realistic fiction Judy Blume's oeuvre stands up to the test of time.
You know, not that I didn't read utter crap when I was a kid, too. Sweet Valley High, anyone? So I guess I see their point.
One last note on the subject: I read a book review the other day (and please don't ask me which book it was because I don't remember) that claimed the book was "Narnia for Grownups."
No, dum-dum, NARNIA is Narnia for grown-ups.
As the Fourth Doctor said, what's the point in being grown-up if you can't be childish?
I'm too wordy today. Forgive me. But at least it's not more angst.