Of the many things I pillaged from Mary before she left, the one I'm currently having the most fun with is the shredder. Dude! It like, shreds things! Excellent!

Ah, the joys of being easily amused.

By the way, you go, girl, for blogging on the road. You are officially hard core. Damn.

Not much has been going on since the ex left. I am officially old and tired, as I spent the next several days just making up for lost sleep. (No, I didn't lose sleep that way, pervert.) This weekend I'm doing little or nothing, happily enough, and cleaning up the place. Pulled more weeds and picked up more garbage in the front (and, incidentally, someone must have been celebrating -- what? A particularly good drug deal? The mind reels -- as I found an empty Remy Martin bottle and a cork from a bottle of Mumms champagne), and got rid of the weeds I'd pulled but not bagged in the back.It had rained in the interim. Icky.

So, let's see, what other important stuff can I talk about... I know! The new TV season thus far! I haven't watched much, just Angel and Enterprise -- Buffy doesn't start ntil Tuesday (I can't wait! I can't wait!) (yes, I'm a geek).
Enterprise was surprisingly good, if pandering to the baser insticnts of Trek fans (quite literally durning the soft-core "decontamination" scene). Dammit. Now I have three shows I want to keep up with, and they're on three different nights. Harumph.

Could I sound any more like a geek? Probably not. And I don't care! Bwah hah hah hah.

More fun with links:

Find your Viking name. So sayeth Snotra the Peevish.

Check out the mad rhyming skillz of MC Hawking.

Take a look at this before and after photo from space. Depressing and sobering, but a cool use of technology.

Huzzah! The Onion is back! The TV schedule alone made me laugh my ass off, and a couple of the articles made me weep, because let's face it, you can't ask people to be unrelievingly funny in the wake of these last two weeks. I was wondering how they were gong to pull off their return, and damn, they did. Onion folks, I honor you -- you kick ass.

Brief update (so.... very.... tired):

My friends: Cool.
Christine and Brian's place in Oak Park: Gorgeous. Wow.
Wet Hot American Summer: Funny as hell.
N: I'm supposed to say nice things about him. Hmmmm. Ok, nice things. Yep, there are many nice things about N. That counts, doesn't it?
Fall: Here -- in the 50s, leaves changing .... bliss.
Cake's Fashion Nugget: Kick ass.

Actually, I'm having a great time with N. (Hence, very very tired). (Wait, I didn't mean that -- very tired as in not sleeping because we're doing stuff -- social stuff. Non-horizontal stuff. Oh hell, you know what I mean) He's still funny and smart as hell, and is now very sweet to boot. Who knew? And hugely well endowed. (Yes, he just complained about being called "funny and sweet") Oh, and I'm supposed to dispell the myth that irishmen have small penii. So, um, yeah. That.

Further updates later, when I'm not so damn tired and I have time.

Note from N: Thanks to Mary for showing me around, then ruining it all at the last minute by dropping the 'Irish guys have small cocks' bombshell. Fortunately for me, I'm actually British. I'll admit this does mean that I have bad teeth, but British people don't need perfect teeth: we only eat three meals a day.

And Sarah again: Hah bloody hah.

Quick update: N still here, my friends managed to out-drink him last night. Huzzah! Thank you, Mary and Kristin in particular, for keeping the side up. Um, how ya feeling today?

I have successfully convinced N that I have (1) a life, and (2) friends. Thank god. All this pretense is exhausting. Everyone who was there last night -- expect your checks in the next week.