Pizza 2-nite

Today's earrings: mushrooms, olive shells

Bedtime reading: My Heart Leaps Up, R.A. Lafferty

Name that couplet

And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more --

First person to name the poem without googling gets brunch on me.


Today's earrings: sand dollars, shells

Bedtime reading: My Heart Leaps Up, R.A. Lafferty

A-ha!

http://www.asylum.com/2010/01/29/westboro-baptist-church-protests-gets-protested-outside-twitter/
I though they'd been in town - when I got back from the endontologist Friday, there was residual police presence and everyone was telling me about what sounded like a WBC counter-protest.

And I missed it.


Today's earrings: sand dollars, olive shells

Bedtime reading: Murder Against the Grain, Emma Lathen

Proposed schedule for the week

Tonight I call the phone company.
Tomorrow morning at 9 I go to the title people and sign papers.
Friday I give them lots of money.
Saturday & Sunday I work on re-arranging my worldly goods into four piles: Toss, Give, Move (store), Move (live with).
Monday I fret.
Tuesday they give me keys.


Today's earrings: deer, shells

Bedtime reading: Clouds of Witness, Dorothy L. Sayers

Earrings by mail

It's extremely convenient.


Today's earrings: pineapples, shells

Bedtime reading: The Girl in the Plain Brown Wrapper, John D. MacDonald

Hermit crab, exposed

Today's earrings: crabs, shells

Bedtime reading: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, J.K. Rowling

Happy Birthday, Angry Lemming!

Many happy returns of the day.

Today's earrings: mermaids, shells

Bedtime reading: One Man Show, Michael Innes

Experience

Google can't find the lyrics to "Experience" (written by Burke & Van Heusen, sung by Dorothy L'Amour in The Road to Rio). The clip doesn't seem to be on the web, either. It seems an odd omission.

I found "Road to Morocco," though.


Today's earrings: flowers, olive shells

Bedtime reading: Notes from the Fat-O-Sphere, Kate Harding and Marianne Kirby

Clarity

This morning opened with a young woman delivering a dramatic monologue of her own composition, "How I Got My Second Strike," on the bus. Good sense of pace and organization. She skimped a bit on the illustrative detail, though, and combined with her deadpan line reading, the whole lacked punch.

This afternoon, I picked up my new glasses, and marvelled at being able to read storefronts across the street.
I can see for miles and miles...


Today's earrings: turtles, shells

Bedtime reading: Pyramids, Terry Pratchett

I <3 Carla

She's so cute. I want her to win.


Today's earrings: deer, shells

Bedtime reading: Spaceland, Rudy Rucker

Management in the office

They were talking about redoing the proprietary software. They say they mean it this time, which would be nice. I'm going to go on not holding my breath about it.


Today's earrings: turtles, shells

Bedtime reading: Smoke and Mirrors, Neil Gaiman

Helpful tip

The Cal Marching Band played at medium volume drowns out a grackle-voiced coworker more effectively than AC/DC played at high volume.


Today's earrings: pines, shells

Bedtime reading: Busman's Honeymoon, Dorothy L. Sayers

Swiss Cheese

Today's earrings: frogs, shells

Bedtime reading: The Girls of Slender Means, Muriel Spark

Motion toward

K & Tiger had a brunch date, and so left early for the city. S and I followed in the afternoon. Going to the station was like driving through a painting. In the evening we picnicked in the park on the hill. We spotted Tiger's friend C on his way home with his mother, and inveigled them into an impromptu play date. There was much running and kicking of the soccer ball. Then the sun set behind the trees, and we came home.


Today's earrings: turtles, shells

Bedtime reading: Life on the Mississippi, Mark Twain

Went to look at an apartment today

The listing said "1 bedroom," and there was a 1 bedroom available, but the price listed was for a studio in the same building. The 1 bedroom was half again the price listed. And, y'know, if I'd known the actual asking price going in, I'd maybe have been thinking about writing an offer. I know the agent listed it that way to get more people to come look... but the psychology backfired, at least with me.

Afterward, M & I went adventuring. We viewed the Shakespeare Garden, and I sang from the bandshell in the Music Concourse. ("There's No Business Like Show Business.")


Today's earrings: eyes, shells

Bedtime reading: Interesting Times, Terry Pratchett

Rediscovered

Got in to work this morning to find an email from HF (the one who called me out of the blue last Monday). Thanks for the email info, he says, but can he have real addresses? Spent the day trying to come up with a polite way to say, "Of course not." I shall think about it tomorrow.

Just as I was about to go home, I got an email from K, forwarding a note from a guy I knew all the way back in C'ville. He didn't find me on the web, he said, but he remembered meeting my mathematician sister once, so he took a chance that K was her, and she is. I just sat there and gaped at the screen. I haven't seen him in about 15 years. I wonder why he's writing now.

I wonder who'll find me next Monday.


Today's earrings: turtles, shells

Bedtime reading: To Say Nothing of the Dog, Connie Willis

Delayed gratification

The Confused Cricket came along on a virtual shopping trip with me this evening. I dithered. She said, "Get them both. They're on sale." And indeed they were. So I did. Now I just have to wait for them to arrive.

And, omg, then I'll be a browncoat. With a camel. ;)


Today's earrings: reindeer, shells

Bedtime reading: Good Omens, Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett

My new fact for the day

Lyres were originally made from turtle shell.


Today's earrings: turtles, shells

Bedtime reading: The Lyre of Orpheus, Robertson Davies

Now I want to try the lobster corndogs

They have a tasting menu Thursdays. But they're in the Marina. Is it worth it?


Today's earrings: olive shells

Bedtime reading: Murder Melts in Your Mouth, Nancy Martin

Once upon a time

there was a website devoted to the "good parts" of songs. Like the drum break in "In the Air Tonight," or the "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am" from "Suffragette City."

I went looking for it tonight. I can't find it. It was just a shiny bit of flotsam wooshing through the intertubes, and I guess it's washed away. Oh, ephemera.


Today's earrings: lobsters, shells

Bedtime reading: Space Chantey, R.A. Lafferty