Fog

My whole life feels different when it's foggy outside. Everything seems misty and mysterious. Reading Bleak House also helps.

26.2 miles

Congratulations!

Here's Johnny

Our kitchen has a big granite island in the center with a very tall skylight over it. The wall closest was painted blood red. B called it our sacrificial altar. It did look kind of creepy.

Last night, B went down to the garage and found the leftover red paint and left me a surprise on the dining room wall.

Really, I think we're too juvenile to be homeowners.

It's still all about me

Please click on this and tell me what you think.

Thanks to Jill - where do you find all this cool stuff?

It's all about me

I have now been told by two different people that I look like this person, Kelli Garner, who (as far as I can tell) is a second-rate actress who has only been in one movie that I have even heard of.

And while I am completely flattered to be compared to someone who is pretty and an actress, the first thing I thought of when I googled to find this picture, was "is it because I have big circles under my eyes too?"

Which celebrity do you look like?

Absurd Austin, Part II

The window near my cube looks out over BookPeople's loading dock. I have seen many interesting things going on back there over the last year. On Monday, there were two girls outside spray painting something. At first I thought it was a life-sized Oscar, but when they stood it up, it was obviously a C3PO.


The girls walked around him, admiring their work, and making adjustments here and there. Then, rather than pick him up, they each took an arm and made him take a walk around the entire loading dock with him, being careful to make his walk look realistic. Then they walked him inside.


So far, he has not made an appearance in any BookPeople displays, although I've been looking. I suspect that he might be decorating the break room.

Absurd Austin, Part I

Last Friday, I answered a Craigslist ad about a bicycle (I'm going to try to start riding my bike to work, as part of my ever increasing efforts to become a toefunk-loving, hippie-treehugger). I stopped by her house on my way home from work to check out the goods. She lives in the Zilker neighborhood near downtown, where all the houses are very cool, very unique, very expensive, etc. When she opened the door, the first thing I saw was a floppy puppy with huge paws. I dropped down to play with him, because that's the kind of rude person I am, and asked what his name was. "Grover Cleveland," she replied. I thought it was cute and laughed. She did not. Then I stood up and noticed that the walls of her living room were plastered with pictures of US presidents. Nixon was over the fireplace. Carter and Clinton were flanking him. Lincoln and FDR and George Washington were on what I guess was the 'Great Presidents' wall. The throw on the couch had a picture of Reagan. There was nothing in the room, aside from the furniture and the rug on the bare concrete floor that did not have something to do with a US president. Interesting. But she sold me a great bike for cheap.

I only wish I could have taken a picture of the walls without attracting attention...

Getting older

None of the grown up things I have done in my life have really made me feel like a grown up. I wonder if the whole world goes around feeling like little kids playing adults. Strange to think about.

Anyway, something happened recently that made me feel appallingly like a grown up. My baby sister announced that she is getting married. And if my baby sister is an adult, then I guess I have to be too. Damn.

mmmm, salad

Baby spinach
Shredded carrots
Fresh mozzerella
Pomegranate seeds
Parmesan walnut vinagrette

We've been having this for/with dinner every night this week - I think we've created a new culinary masterpiece.

Have some funny

This is very possibly the funniest thing I have read in months. Just don't read it at work, because then you will make snorting noises while you try not to laugh out loud, and then your boss will become concerned and ask if you're ok, and that will make you have to go around the corner to laugh some more, and then the payroll ladies will see you and think you're crazy. Yup.

Here is my favorite:

How about Lou? When I was in England, I heard that name and it seemed to have a little tinkle to it. Randy is good too.

You weren't listening QUITE hard enough in England, were you?