and why the Z is boiling hot (and whether figs can sing)
MY ROOM. Status: CLEAN. I am making a post about this because I am a lame-o-tard, and because it is a Very Big Deal. I have lived in a sty for many a year, because 1) I am lazy, and 2) as long as it doesn't smell or have an infestation of some sort, I can live with it. Then, on Tuesday, something in me snapped, and lo, the great cleaning began! And also lo, today it was finished! And lo again, it took three days, because it was indeed that bad! Three days of straight cleaning, no computer, no PS2, no... well, I'm broke anyway, so avoiding other fun activities wasn't all that difficult.
Z. Status: HAPPY. I was going to post pictures of the room, further increasing my lame-o-tard quotient, but I cannot find the cable for the USB port, because I LOST IT IN THE PROCESS OF CLEANING MY ROOM. The hell! This must be some sort of special irony sub-genre! Again, the hell? What? YEAH.
SO...
In other news, I spent part of my Labor Day getting paid time and a half to learn Gin Rummy. No, I did not know how to play it. You may shut up about it, as my coworker has already ribbed me about it enough. I think I'm still a bit unclear on the rules, though in my defense the name of the game is very distracting. Gin and rum does not sound like a pleasant combination.
More inconsequential ramblings? VERY WELL! Tonight, my mother brought home a "Viva Bush" bumper sticker, and I had to ask her if she bought it because she supports Bush, or for the sexual connotation. That's the sort of woman my mother is, you see. As it turns out, the correct answer is C: she bought it to annoy my pro-Kerry father, although she was so delighted by my suggestion of the sticker's sexual connotation that she plans to keep it on her car FOREVER. It's all rather odd, as she's not even registered to vote. Then again, that might make more sense in context.
Finally, if you are shinikius or sakibombshell, it MAY interest you to know that I have this Saturday and next Saturday off, miracle of miracles. Nod nod, wink wink, nudge nudge.
The time has come, the Z did say, to talk of many things... of boots and submarines and the glue on envelopes, of lettuce and Archdukes and sleep, and Pez most likely. Mostly sleep.
Z. Status: HAPPY. I was going to post pictures of the room, further increasing my lame-o-tard quotient, but I cannot find the cable for the USB port, because I LOST IT IN THE PROCESS OF CLEANING MY ROOM. The hell! This must be some sort of special irony sub-genre! Again, the hell? What? YEAH.
SO...
In other news, I spent part of my Labor Day getting paid time and a half to learn Gin Rummy. No, I did not know how to play it. You may shut up about it, as my coworker has already ribbed me about it enough. I think I'm still a bit unclear on the rules, though in my defense the name of the game is very distracting. Gin and rum does not sound like a pleasant combination.
More inconsequential ramblings? VERY WELL! Tonight, my mother brought home a "Viva Bush" bumper sticker, and I had to ask her if she bought it because she supports Bush, or for the sexual connotation. That's the sort of woman my mother is, you see. As it turns out, the correct answer is C: she bought it to annoy my pro-Kerry father, although she was so delighted by my suggestion of the sticker's sexual connotation that she plans to keep it on her car FOREVER. It's all rather odd, as she's not even registered to vote. Then again, that might make more sense in context.
Finally, if you are shinikius or sakibombshell, it MAY interest you to know that I have this Saturday and next Saturday off, miracle of miracles. Nod nod, wink wink, nudge nudge.
The time has come, the Z did say, to talk of many things... of boots and submarines and the glue on envelopes, of lettuce and Archdukes and sleep, and Pez most likely. Mostly sleep.