Ths news story was just too funny to keep to myself. I mean, just the URL alone is awesome, and then you read the story and find out that the crazy cat in question is far less whack than any of the humans involved in the story. Hee!
And now I must race home to put out our CSA box even though I'm probably too late already.
I had quick oats instead of the regular kind for breakfast this morning. They were inferior. I was disappointed. Now, don't get me wrong --- they weren't as foul as instant oatmeal, but then again, what is? (I think that's a rhetorical question, rather than a call for all y'all reading this to list off things that are disgusting.)
...at least for me and my freaky, nefarious purposes.
I'm thinking a Doc Marten boot (possibly steel-toed) with Birkenstock insoles. Ooooh. It feels a little perverse, mixing punk and hippie style like that, but I think it could potentially totally rock my world, or at least my feet, which as usual are a little sore after a long day (more on that in a bit --- first, more on the shoes).
What gave me the idea, or why am I bringing this up now? Well, the Birkenstock store in Eugene is having a sale, and I was thinking of going to check it out, but of course I started out by doing a little research online, which led me to the insoles and arch supports section of the Birkenstock online catalog. A few months back (and I had to search through my old entries for about half an hour to find that link), I speculated that Docs with insoles might be the ultimate in work shoes, and now this idea. Oh me oh my.
Ok, now I am distracted by talking to pants_of_doom on IM (she says I'm a freak, but the shoes are not her only data point for this conclusion) so I'll rant about the work stuff later.
---19:45, regardless of what the time stamp on this is, and I first started writing at 7 PM or thereabouts.
In other news, big thanks to everybody who's filled out the polls in my previous entry; I love you all! And now, one last question I forgot to ask:[Poll #149238]
Ok, time to check the laundry. I drove over to the old apartment in a van we're babysitting for Peter's classmate James, the voices in my head singing the Adam Sandler song "Piece of Shit Car" the whole way (I giggle every time I get to the lines "It sucks royal dick!", "Eats the gas, sucks my ass!" or "Fucking rag for a gas cap!") because it's been looking all rainy and I figured I could take advantage of cheap student housing laundry one last time (the laundromat within walking distance of the new place is pretty reasonably priced, actually, and remarkably walkable, as long as I'm only carrying one bag of laundry).
No, but seriously, this is too funny:
You're a PIRATE FROM MUPPET TREASURE ISLAND. A far cry from the real Treasure Island, you're the cute side of pirating. Not that there really IS a soft side to pirating, you just kinda made it up, but as long as you can sing upbeat calypso tunes and you enjoy working with muppets, there's nothing wrong with being a fun-loving pirate who wouldn't hurt a fly... no matter how much you talk.
What Kind of Pirate are You?
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In other news, we're only hanging out at the old apartment because there's internet here, and we're deeply addicted. We're amazingly almost entirely moved into the new place, which is good because tonight Peter's leaving for an action-packed adventure of Bay Area goodness at alpinebutterfly's house(re)warming party and beyond. It's going to be lonely in the big new house, but I have Iggy Pop to keep me company, and lots of work over the weekend. Also eventually there will be internet at the new place, I swear. And I'll put the new address and phone number and housewarming party information in a locked post sometime, really I will.
The title of this entry comes from an actual wine review published in today's New York Times. It made me giggle, especially when contrasted with the rest of the article, which was much more highbrow: "Reds Easy to Drink, Easy on the Budget" (I think you need a login to view it.)
In other news (longer discussion hidden behind <lj-cut> tags for your convenience), it turns out ( hormone replacement therapy increases risk of Alzheimer's and dementia. ) And finally, ( my generation apparently trusts the military a whole lot more than the baby boomers do/did. )
In news of my life, it sounds like I'm not in big trouble for missing my student yesterday. Another tutor filled in for me for a bit, then decided I wasn't coming and sent my student home. Unfortunately things are total chaos at the Learning Center right now, so they couldn't find my student's phone number, so I'm going to have to just apologize and reschedule tomorrow. So much randomness!
Today I think I'll go take a closer look at one of the potential rentals I played phone tag about yesterday. Also I will strive to return my much-overdue library book, pay my fines, and pick up the books they've got on hold for me: Kevin Crossley-Holland's book on the Norse myths (recommended by Neil Gaiman's bibliography to American Gods), and springbok1's sister's novel Fires of the Faithful. They had bell hooks' Feminist theory: from margin to center ready too, but I guess the hold expired because I didn't pick it up on time because I suck like that. Sigh.
Finally, I started writing this entry at 11:19 am but got distracted and did some dishes in the middle of writing it. I wish there was a "started writing" and "submitted" time stamp for entries. That'd be kinda neat.