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Who knew y’all would get so excited about the whole thing/ think thing?
Here’s another one for you – is it “toe the line” or “tow the line”? I haven’t googled it yet, but each kind of makes sense to me. I’ve always thought it was “toe the line”, but like I said – I haven’t googled it, so I’m not sure.
Discuss.
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Last night Fred and I were watching a showed we’d DVR’d called
Space Station, which is the first live High Definition broadcast from space. When I say “we” were watching it, what I mean is that Fred was watching it and I was leafing through a magazine while glancing up at the TV every now and then.
Finally my tailbone started hurting (the physical therapist can say whatever she wants; I still contend that it hurts when I’ve been sitting for too long because I don’t have as much padding back there as I used to) and my hip began aching, so I put down my magazine and tipped over onto my side to relieve the pain.
The astronaut who was giving the tour of the space station pulled some.. something out of… somewhere, and the interviewer said “What did you say the temperature in the freezer is?”, and the astronaut said “About negative one hundred degrees. Celsius.”
“What’s that in Fahrenheit?” I asked Fred, knowing that he’d know because he’s a geek extraordinaire.
He thought for a moment. “Two hundred and twelve because” and then I don’t know what else he said, because I stopped listening since I didn’t really need an explanation behind the answer.
“Wait,” I said. “Wasn’t there a book called Two Twelve Fahrenheit?”
He guffawed. “Fahrenheit 451,” he corrected. “That’s the temperature at which my eyeballs explode from the hate rays you’re sending me right now*.”
For the rest of the evening, he’d suddenly start giggling and then say “Two Twelve Fahrenheit!”
He’s such a know-it-all motherfucker.
*Or maybe he said something about paper burning. Who the fucks knows?
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Currently
reading:
The Devil in the Junior League, by Linda Francis Lee. So far, it’s pretty good.
Recently finished:
Murder Plays House, by Ayelet Waldman. I think this was my favorite Mommy Track mystery so far.
Finished before that:
Motor Mouth, by Janet Evanovich. Eh. I just really don’t seem to care for this particular series. I love the Stephanie Plum series, but the Barnaby series just kind of bores me, I don’t know why.
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Let’s playyyyyyyyyy… the
Nebshit Game!
1. It’s November, 1982 – where are you and what are you doing? In November 1982 I was a Freshman in high school, so I was probably sitting on my ass in my bedroom not doing very much!
2. Who was your favorite singer/band from the 80’s? Bryan Adams. Ohhhhh, how I LURRRRVED Bryan Adams. I actually even saw him in concert with… Rick Springfield? Corey Hart? I don’t remember the headlining act, just that I was there for Bryan Adams. I loved Bryan Adams right up until he released
Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman, and then I said “Eh. There’s gotta be something better out there…”
3. What was your favorite music video from the 80’s? Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, Cyndi Lauper. That Cyndi Lauper was adorable.
4. What was your favorite item of clothing from the 80’s? I didn’t have a single favorite piece of clothing, but for a while there I had shirts and matching socks in all the colors of the neon rainbow. I look back fondly upon those shirts for some reason. Also, I had a Billy Joel sweatshirt from a concert I attended. I wore that thing ’til it fell to pieces.
5. Did you have big hair and wear black eye-liner? Hell yeah I did. Here’s proof of the big hair, if not the black eyeliner:
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“BOB! Hey, Bob! Where the hell’s my ‘nip? You promised I’d have it an hour ago!”
“Don’t call me an addict, dude! I like a little catnip now and then! A snort or two to mellow me out, and then a snort or two to wake me up! That’s all! I’m not addicted! I can stop whenever I want!”
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Previously
2005: Elizabeth Wurtzel strikes me as spectacularly self-absorbed (pot! kettle! black!)
2004: Stuff I’ve bought.
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: “Hey!” I said, shaking the cage. “Stop that!”
1999: No entry.]]>