Things I've learned today. And yesterday. And Wednesday.
I cannot eat three donuts.
Salsa tastes better cold.
I am utterly dependent on darth_vice to open salsa jars for me. This is dangerous, as she is likely to eat it all.
I can reach the east window by overbalancing and sort of bodysurfing on the piled-up stuff in my room.
I cannot, however, get back up without help once the window has been reached.
House paint stains jeans just as badly* as artists' oils do, and tends to come in bigger drops.
If I buy a book I already have, but can't find, I will find it; however, if I don't buy it, I will really really really want to read it.
If I leave a book at home, I will really really really want to read it.
Eleven years as a fan of the Earth's Children books has my brain insistent that the Neolithic stone carving known as the "Venus of Willendorf" is properly called a "Doni" or a "Mother figure," neither of which will get me any credit on my art history midterm. We're not calling it the Venus of Willendorf, either.
Koenigsegg is apparently only making six CCXR's. SIX. OK, they cost two and a half million dollars and I won't be able to afford one no matter how many are made, but still, I'd kinda like to see one on the highway sometime, at least once in my life. Hell, they won't even be able to use all their available colors!
Somebody took a Lamborghini and made it double its horsepower with some creative shopwork and turbocharging. I don't know whether I'm more jealous of the owner's car or the mechanic's talent---oh wait, I do know, and for once it's not the driver.
*well, I think. Haven't gotten the jeans in question to the laundry yet, so either or both might come out.
Salsa tastes better cold.
I am utterly dependent on darth_vice to open salsa jars for me. This is dangerous, as she is likely to eat it all.
I can reach the east window by overbalancing and sort of bodysurfing on the piled-up stuff in my room.
I cannot, however, get back up without help once the window has been reached.
House paint stains jeans just as badly* as artists' oils do, and tends to come in bigger drops.
If I buy a book I already have, but can't find, I will find it; however, if I don't buy it, I will really really really want to read it.
If I leave a book at home, I will really really really want to read it.
Eleven years as a fan of the Earth's Children books has my brain insistent that the Neolithic stone carving known as the "Venus of Willendorf" is properly called a "Doni" or a "Mother figure," neither of which will get me any credit on my art history midterm. We're not calling it the Venus of Willendorf, either.
Koenigsegg is apparently only making six CCXR's. SIX. OK, they cost two and a half million dollars and I won't be able to afford one no matter how many are made, but still, I'd kinda like to see one on the highway sometime, at least once in my life. Hell, they won't even be able to use all their available colors!
Somebody took a Lamborghini and made it double its horsepower with some creative shopwork and turbocharging. I don't know whether I'm more jealous of the owner's car or the mechanic's talent---oh wait, I do know, and for once it's not the driver.
*well, I think. Haven't gotten the jeans in question to the laundry yet, so either or both might come out.