My little buddy T-Bone is in the office today during a break in her other daily occupation (as it were). I see her too rarely now. Tomorrow she’ll be gone again, so tonight…we drink!
It’s funny how every phone call she’s gotten today — and there have been many — has started with, “Hello? Hey!………Nope, just for today.”
…i’ve chosen the Be Good Tanyas. It’s a good way to keep from going koo koo bananas at the end of a long day.
from the London Free Press: Ontario bill ends censoring of films
there are songs that just perfectly fit the morning you’re having? or trying to have? well, this morning it was “Teddy Roosevelt’s Guns” by A Silver Mt. Zion.
MyMusic buggered up my order last week, so I still haven’t listened to the new Sleater-Kinney disc. I’ve since re-ordered it, but it just shipped today so it’ll be at least Thursday before it arrives. Dangit.
By the way, I’m addicted to poker. Not playing it, watching it.
Someone near my desk has a quote on their whiteboard that reads, “You are what you think about.”
So I’m Salma Hayek and an order of butter chicken then.
Communal kitchen equipment is just scary. I swear, the toaster oven in my office kitchen should have a biohazard warning.
Gah. I’m glad this didn’t happen when TimmyD and I went to BodyWorlds in London a few years ago.
Well, it looks like Phoenix is gonna get smoked by San Antonio, so my wished-for matchup of Suns-Heat isn’t likely. As I type this Miami is about to go up 2-1 in their series against the Pistons, so even that’s not a lock just yet, but I’m betting on the Heat.
Shaq-Duncan. Wade-Bowen. Jones-Ginobli. Yeah, I’d pay to see that.
