The Lump got his driver's license today.

This news comes with no shortage of surprise and, shall we say, relief. (The surprise stems from the fact I failed the test, uh, several times, as did a couple of people I know, and yet he just kind of walked in and did it ( Read more... )

FINISHED PULLING THE CARPET.

Today I finally moved my bed (with the help of the Lump, of course), pulled up the carpet, tack strip, nails, and staples, and then moved everything back. It took, oh, six months, but the carpet job is finally done, and I am relishing my victory ( Read more... )

Today, Dad did me the great service of purchasing a universal remote for my television. (Well, technically it's a TV/VCR/DVD combo, but we don't have cable and the VCR eats tapes, so it's really a DVD player ( Read more... )

Freelance editing session is officially over, and it was surprisingly pain-free ( Read more... )

I had dinner with the Troll tonight. We went to Olive Garden, which is a pretty classy upgrade for the two of us-there's no jukebox, no diner seating, and no one to care about the Troll's recounts of the latest Spongebob episode. (Though I am not a fan of that show, he still likes to say, "Your intelligence is showing!" to which I reply, "Where, ( Read more... )

After much anticipation (not to mention juggling our schedules to accommodate a 5:00 show), the Lump and I finally saw Pacific Rim. I went in with very low expectations (need I mention Transformers 2: Revenge of the WHAT IS THIS CRAP?), but emerged pretty dang pleased with it. (I also found myself saying things like, "Did you see that robot? Did ( Read more... )

So here's something the world could have done without: painted gourds.


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Last weekend, Mom spontaneously decided that my tuba, which has been languishing in the closet, needed to be cleaned and repaired. It wasn't broken, necessarily, but it had some extreme dents from a lifetime of hard use (and a cat who knocked my cosmetics holder on the bell ( Read more... )

Today, at Village Inn, the Troll and I walked in for lunch... only to be greeted by the pie waitress. She recited, right there and then, every kind of pie we had ordered that night.

We sat down in a sort of stunned silence. Or maybe it was envy.

Or maybe it was concern that we eat too much pie.

Today I had breakfast with puddingsworth and Seth, who is in town for the weekend. I am happy to report he's exactly as how I remember him: tall, talkative, and totally full of philosophical crap. I do miss the band days (they are some of my best memories-hours wasted in the music building, concerts, endless joking around) but I don't miss the person I was back ( Read more... )