Danby Diplomat model. A little ringy, but it's in the kitchen and not in the living room ( Read more... )

No fridge yet. I should probably set Friday, November 12 to BED-FRIDGE Day, for that is the day both Karin and I learned of our re-acquisition of bed/acquisition of fridge. She's sleeping on her new/old bed. My old fridge is still in the living room (but that's ok). So. Updated that ( Read more... )

Warning: many exclamation points to follow!

( 'Maybe it's the hum of changing opinion.' (Why not a Paul Simon/Philip Glass song reference while we're at it?) )

Every time I find one of her hairs, I try and give it a proper burial in the trash receptacle.

Damn, I want to call her.

(Dylan lyrics)

I walked to work and looked into the faces of fellow pedestrians, and saw their flattened downturned mouths today, nary a smile. It was enough to make me want to shout (didn't), "Does everyone here agree we got screwed?"

Anyway, here are some links:

Ezra Klein of Pandagon with Post-election thoughts

The article to which Klein ( Read more... )

Not to put any words in their mouths, but I think part of it comes down to this:

"I Want You to Hurt Like I Do"
by Randy Newman
Lyrics
(The song's up for only a little while, until around next week (unless someone wants to host it, or honestly? You all have file-sharing programs, you can get it yerself if you miss out here eh?).)

Just vote to make sure, but I KNOW all you folks are way on top of this [Australian readers excepted (you know who you are ( Read more... )

just can't. Got some dishies done, got some veggie stromboli (a lot in fact) in my stomach, Eagles won, I am awake and alive and I am enjoying the Shuffle feature on the Winamp player. Got stuff to do and I will do it. So. There.

I am having a hell of a time getting to bed at any decent hour. Tonight I will be doing ok with a 1:15am sleep I suppose. Better than usual by far, trust me ( Read more... )

I came home from work on Wednesday and found my key didn't fit the lock. I looked and found the lock was changed. What the fuck? I walked around to the front of the buildings to look for any neighbors. Fortunately, I found one shooting the bull with a store owner, as usual. My neighbor let me in the courtyard and I was able to open the inner door ( Read more... )