Bits and pieces:
God damn you, Rich, for bringing up Die Walkure. I've had the Bugs Bunny/Elmer Fudd version in my head ever since, and yes, I have found myself singing it quietly to myself in public. (And let me tell you, the looks I got for absently crooning "Oh Bwunhiwda, you'we so wovwey" "Yeahs I knoaaaahw it, I cayhn't heyalp it" to myself in the Dominicks on Western are right up there with the stares I used to get in Hong Kong. And once someone catches you, you either have to be embarrassed and shut up, looking like you've just been caught, or brazen it out and keep singing, as if to say "Yeah, I'm singing an Elmer Fudd aria -- what of it? You gotta problem with that?" Guess which approach I favor.)
What is it with cats and boxes and/or box tops? I have a bunch of Xerox-paper boxes that I used to move my stuff out of work. I finally got around to emptying the boxes, and Bug has adopted one of the box top as her personal napping couch. It's all very odd.
Angie and Jordan are having still more problems with their aircon -- it keeps breaking and leaking water all over the place and soaking the carpet and god only knows what else. Angie is also due-any-day-now pregnant. Angie's father, Tom (hi Tom!) apparently was talking to her cousin, Chris, and Tom said, in passing, "Oh, yeah, and Angie's water broke." Chris freaked -- "Oh my god! What are you doing talking to me! Get her to the hospital, you freak!" It took Tom a while to assure Chris that he just meant the water in the house, not the water in her belly.
I've gradually been cleaning up from The Great Filing Adventure. This week: Shredding. I had cancelled checks back to 1996. Why? I have no idea. They're gone now. Shredding is very satisfying. I had bags and bags of shredded bits after that was through. Wheee.
Today was devoted to clearing off the back porch so the installer can get to the back window when my Legitimate Business Expense DirecTV with TiVo system comes in. It damn well better be worth it -- good lord, I had a lot of crap back there.
I finally finished The Silmarillion (thanks, Brian!), which I'd tried to read a couple of times when I was younger but could never get past the first bit. It is worth slogging through (assuming, of course, you're a big geek like me): You finally find out why the elves and the dwarves don't trust each other, and what Gandalf and Saruman are, and what's up with all the different elf houses. and how everyone is related, and what's the deal with the line of Kings of Men, and all the rest. Note: Middle Earth was a very incestuous place. It's kind of creepy, actually.
Also read Coraline, the Neil Gaiman kids' book that came out recently. I can't wait until the actual and honorary nephews and nieces are old enough for me to read it to them. Of course, that'll be a while, as it's scary as hell. Highly recommended.
God damn you, Rich, for bringing up Die Walkure. I've had the Bugs Bunny/Elmer Fudd version in my head ever since, and yes, I have found myself singing it quietly to myself in public. (And let me tell you, the looks I got for absently crooning "Oh Bwunhiwda, you'we so wovwey" "Yeahs I knoaaaahw it, I cayhn't heyalp it" to myself in the Dominicks on Western are right up there with the stares I used to get in Hong Kong. And once someone catches you, you either have to be embarrassed and shut up, looking like you've just been caught, or brazen it out and keep singing, as if to say "Yeah, I'm singing an Elmer Fudd aria -- what of it? You gotta problem with that?" Guess which approach I favor.)
What is it with cats and boxes and/or box tops? I have a bunch of Xerox-paper boxes that I used to move my stuff out of work. I finally got around to emptying the boxes, and Bug has adopted one of the box top as her personal napping couch. It's all very odd.
Angie and Jordan are having still more problems with their aircon -- it keeps breaking and leaking water all over the place and soaking the carpet and god only knows what else. Angie is also due-any-day-now pregnant. Angie's father, Tom (hi Tom!) apparently was talking to her cousin, Chris, and Tom said, in passing, "Oh, yeah, and Angie's water broke." Chris freaked -- "Oh my god! What are you doing talking to me! Get her to the hospital, you freak!" It took Tom a while to assure Chris that he just meant the water in the house, not the water in her belly.
I've gradually been cleaning up from The Great Filing Adventure. This week: Shredding. I had cancelled checks back to 1996. Why? I have no idea. They're gone now. Shredding is very satisfying. I had bags and bags of shredded bits after that was through. Wheee.
Today was devoted to clearing off the back porch so the installer can get to the back window when my Legitimate Business Expense DirecTV with TiVo system comes in. It damn well better be worth it -- good lord, I had a lot of crap back there.
I finally finished The Silmarillion (thanks, Brian!), which I'd tried to read a couple of times when I was younger but could never get past the first bit. It is worth slogging through (assuming, of course, you're a big geek like me): You finally find out why the elves and the dwarves don't trust each other, and what Gandalf and Saruman are, and what's up with all the different elf houses. and how everyone is related, and what's the deal with the line of Kings of Men, and all the rest. Note: Middle Earth was a very incestuous place. It's kind of creepy, actually.
Also read Coraline, the Neil Gaiman kids' book that came out recently. I can't wait until the actual and honorary nephews and nieces are old enough for me to read it to them. Of course, that'll be a while, as it's scary as hell. Highly recommended.
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