the best pants in the world

because on saturday he's going to go with me to.... MSW! (i told him there'd be bunnies there).

so goes the year of the niner

it's not until tomorrow, but happy birthday darlin'. i hope we can catch up in the city next month!

i love you!

Giant Florist?!?!

Giant Florist?!?!, originally uploaded by swandive00.

1. Jump on his or her toe until your presence is noticed.
2. Speak loudly so the sound carries all the way up there.
3. Order hardy blooms that won't be crushed by your giant florist's enormous fingers and less than optimal dexterity for handling tiny buds.
4. No checks, please.

soap. glorious soap.

cymbals have quite an aftertaste

You Are Animal
A complete lunatic, you're operating on 100% animal instincts.You thrive on uncontrolled energy, and you're downright scary.But you sure can beat a good drum."Kill! Kill!"
(thanks to neal for the link)

i have psychic coffee pouring abilities

i don't even have to look when filling your cup!

Hello babies.


“Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies — ‘God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.’ ”

remember when i used to knit?

i started the embossed leaves socks about 3 weeks ago - and haven't touched them in almost 2 weeks... i'm still in the first repeat of the first sock. knitting on the bus makes me want to barf.

in good news though, i've been playing the guitar again. i went to see a friend's brother, jake armerding, play at jammin' java in vienna (sadly, virginia, not austria) with jesse harper from old school freight train, and someone else not very good and got the folk-makin' music bug again.

so yesterday i learned patty griffin's "chief" and played it and some old favorites i haven't dusted off in a while for about 4 hours. pants is talking about helping convert my second bedroom into a knitting room/recording studio.

with an air mattress for guests.

what i did today

this morning had a meetings to discuss yesterday's meeting. then another meeting to discuss setting up 5 meetings next week (vs. 1 meeting with the 5 people, but we should have 5 to avoid Groupthink) that we need to have before we can have our first "real" meeting which will be a precursor to a larger meeting which will be a precursor to a conference.

can someone else do the maths?

i usually buy a 16 oz cup of coffee for $1.86. this morning i learned the 12 oz coffee is $1.64. i usually leave 1-1.5" of room for cream, so decided to get the 12 oz, fill it up, and put it in my 16 oz mug and add the cream, so i wasn't paying 22 cents for air. is it a better idea if i fill the 16 oz and just add extra cream in a second cup?

i know the answer to this, but whatever.

in other news, twitter is one part pointless, one part addictive.

in other, other news, i'm wearing my clapotis and don't care that it clashes with my shirt.

i'd talk about the silverish lining, but i'm busy being blinded by the flash from your camera

dear tourists,

welcome to the capital of the (arguably) lone hegemonic power in the world. the cherry blossom festival started this weekend, and today was the season opener for the washington nationals. it's a lovely city we have here, isn't it? i like it too. however, i keep being reminded of living in new york. it's not so much that the city is like new york - the buildings are less tall, the sidewalks are cleaner, the restaurants aren't open nearly as late, the killer cupcake shops are fewer and farther between, and the metro is carpeted (wait - really? that doesn't seem economical or sanitary). now, don't get me wrong, i love me some new york. but people here are less vocal with their opinions of you. so when i almost ran over some of you who were standing three abreast on the escalators getting out of the metro and trying to catch my bus home, i had to think before i started yelling about GETTING OUT OF THE WAY, and DON'T FORGET YOU HAVE TO LET THE PEOPLE OFF THE SUBWAY BEFORE YOU GET ON. you see, here, it's called the metro. it's really a lovely city we have. but all those people in suits who are trying to get past you at 5:30 pm? they just want to go home. i did mentally curse the tiny little woman who was really busy taking pictures of her friend on the escalator (escalators! whee!) because i missed my 5:22 bus, and at 6:00 when no other bus had come because of all the downtown gridlock, i just hoofed it to a different bus line and sort of winged (wung?) getting home.

there is a good side to this however. the bus line that i took home is WAY nicer than the one i usually home, an will probably take it from now on because it's only like 1/2 block farther than my regular line. anyhow, please enjoy our lovely city, and remember to go INSIDE the train when you get on otherwise the people behind you can't get on, and the people in front of you can't get off.

and watch out for clear plastic babies on lampposts.


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