I probably should’ve opened the attachment that came with my astrobiology problem set a little sooner. Because it’s a 28-page scholarly paper on which one of the questions is based.
It’s about the definition of a planet, so I do already know this:
That’s probably a valid answer.
Get off my TV, Bobby LuPone!
So like the third line of dialogue in Smash is “why doesn’t anyone do new musicals any more?” and I just am ready to die of shame.
Oh but look Brian D’arcy James!
I am insufferable to watch this with.
Boyfriend not home to go to dinner for an hour?
Go eat a whole bag of Snap Pea Crisps.
This morning I washed the dishes, made eggs, packed lunch in my new HOT THERMOS SOUP THINGIE *and* made coffee to bring to class. I emailed myself my bibliography - 30 sources and I have another 30 beyond that - to print at school before class. And I’m ready to leave a few minutes early?
I must’ve blacked out and it’s actually Friday.
- Dad: Saw a Nxt Gen from 1988 never saw before. About visiting a planet where women are in control.
- Me: Did riker bang one of them?
- Dad: Yep
- Me: Oh riker
- Dad: Wearing sort of satin shirt and huge earing. Him not her. Everyone looks sooo 80ish
- Dad: 80s ish
- Me: I just saw one where the dr and Troy are in aerobics leotardsp
- Dad: And Will looked like 10
- Me: he's so whiney
- Dad: Gay today?
- Me: Nope. Nerd icon. Author. Has a teenage son.
- Dad: Not my goal in life to be a 'Nerd Icon;
- Me: It is mine
- Dad: Ha ha. You're already one
Some day I will learn to improvisationally balance chicken stock, coconut milk, and curry paste. Some day. Not today.
I thiiiiiink because we’ve only been tumblr friends for a week? But that is a good start! I hear tequila is a social lubricant.
I am the only person on tumblr right now.
1. I have had tequila.
2. I think I love LMFAO
3. Madonna is shuffling.
4. I always sing along with the scratchy high-pitched noise in the shuffle-break.
I was at the gym.
At 6pm on Superbowl Sunday.
With cat hair all over my gym pants.
Listening to Erasure.
And then I dropped my phone on the treadmill.
I felt so awesome.
Cleaned out and updated my podcasts. This list makes me very happy, except for the fact that I typed it up while I needed to be making breakfast. But otherwise. I’ve just returned to the fold on a couple of these after a lengthy absence, and it’s very good to be back.
I think the let-them-work-it-out strategy is a good one, so long as they don’t make each other bleed.
That’s what the original plan from the shelter was, too. (You are wise in the ways of cats, Gallaway!) We started quarantining them when Meg decided to live on top of the fridge and hadn’t used the litterbox in a few days. But she’s pooped and stuff, so she can stay on the fridge now for a while and I don’t care.
I mean, I love her and I want them to work it out.