I forgot to write about this back when it happened, so here it is ( Read more... )

So, I had this nectarine. I could smell it five feet away. It was SEDUCING me with its aroma. So what did I do? I brought it to work to eat, and as of the first bite, I discovered to my massive disappointment that it wasn't ripe enough. Its three companions had been ripe, and mouth-wateringly amazing, so what gives? And you know you can't go ( Read more... )

Baby words amuse me. My first word was 'et', which meant 'egg'. I added to that meeps (leaves), paps (grapes), maghams (tomatoes), cak-caks (graham crackers), and mookie (milk). Mostly I was hungry as a child ( Read more... )

Recently I re-read my entire lj, in order to obsessively assign tags to the entries, and I can't get over the transformation that took place. I went from 2003, age 21, to 2008, age 26, and it's just this massive arc of obliviousness to desperation to naivete to rage to misery to resignation to sense and then finally to happiness ( Read more... )

I love this song. Pertwee totally nailed it. (Wait for it, it takes a moment to load.)

This morning when we got up, we decided to see what British TV was like. From what we could gather, it consisted of news stations in many languages, sports stations in many languages, the BBC, Arabian soaps, and a Japanese game show whose host was an older man wearing a colorful soup can suit. Hmmm ( Read more... )

This morning was fraught with peril, as thanks to forgetting that I actually had to do work before we left for the day, we were worried that we wouldn't be let in to the Doctor Who exhibit because we'd gotten timed tickets and were in danger of missing our slot. I thought we'd be okay, as this was a months-long exhibition and it was a Wednesday, ( Read more... )

Our first day! We made it to London Heathrow about an hour late, thanks to an hour spent on the other side of the pond, fixing a broken airplane seat. After an interminably cramped flight, bad food, and mediocre (if at all working) in-flight entertainment, we stumbled, blinking, into the light of a British morning. (One of the nice things about ( Read more... )

So far, the scariest part about going to another country is the cab ride to the airport. If your taxi driver announces that he used to drive a fire truck and this is only his fourth day on the job as a cabbie, just don't get in ( Read more... )

I want a mural depicting Bill Clinton, arms outstretched, blessing the masses with free pedometers.