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Thursday, July 21, 2011

Cheap Thrills.

So, I mentioned a while ago that I was watching The Office.  You knew that.  But it’s paused now (I still don’t understand the TV sitcom filming schedule, nor what the term “seasons” actually translates to in real life.  Why are they all different lengths?  Why don’t they start and end at sensible times?), so I have been watching other things.

Like Hoarders, on A&E.  I mentioned that one before, too, about people who lose their minds and have a mental condition where they keep all kinds of stuff.  It usually means a house piled to the ceiling with unworn clothing, unwashed dishes, un-fixed animals (which, according to the hoarder, inexplicably keep having babies?  go figure), and garbage.  This show grosses Joseph out.  Like, he’d rather hear about people not washing their hands after using the bathroom.  (I jest.)

But I like watching it, and unlike the shows that Joseph enjoys, there are no extraterrestrial and otherwordly, bizarre, imagination-based drug trips that can give a girl bad dreams at night.  For example, what does Joseph watch?  Star Trek: Enterprise. 

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Pretty good show, I enjoy watching it with him.  It has this guy, Dominic Keating, who is sufficiently British and cute to make it worthwhile:

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But it also has a goodly quantity of stuffed-shirt, totally square, annoying, self-satisfied, gratuitously curvy Vulcans.  Like her:

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So frustrating.  So annoying.  So…Vulcan.  Oh well.  But, it isn’t that I get bad dreams from the Vulcans.  It’s the rock people.  And the irradiated humaniods.  And stuff like that.  Unlikely things that originated in someone else’s imagination and are therefore easily able to find a home in mine.  Ugh.

I prefer my own TV.  Not scary.  Who’s going to get nightmares about another person’s inability to throw away the garbage?

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Monday, July 18, 2011

An Obscure Inside Joke

So, the other day, I passed a great big, tall, serious, granite-faced, hard-hearted, no-nonsense United States Marine.  And he was driving…

wait for it

One of these.

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And it was this exact color, too.  Last time I checked, this was the rental car that Marines are given in Purgatory.  (They get a pink one for keeps in Hell.)  So, and Mr. Pete can correct me if I’m wrong, I suppose it was a Marine from Purgatory that I saw the other day.

Which means…I see dead people.

Trippy.

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Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Virtually Reality

So, clearly, blogging is not a priority of late.  Sorry, dedicated masses of readers and adoring fans.  I  let you down.

Class started on Monday, which means when I actually get on the computer, I’m doing that.  My husband has moved into his new job, which means he actually has things to do and works a more normal schedule (i.e. no more getting home at 3:45pm).  We had all the nieces and nephews here for the weekend, because their grandfather was in the hospital on the coast.  We were the closest peeps, so we helped out with entertaining them so they didn’t have to spend three days sitting around a hospital.  Grandpa went home yesterday (I’m pretty sure, at least), so yay!  We played playstation, Risk, charades, Cranium, we grilled hot dogs, we threw baseballs, we ate popsicles…it was a busy weekend.

Basically, what’s real and fun and awesome about my life has taken over, and the blog just gets left behind sometimes.  :)  I’m sure I’ll have things to say as this class gets really rolling, but for now it’s just getting through each day (am I teaching today?  What time is your appointment?  How many of these do we need to keep?) and enjoying being together at the end.

Saturday, July 02, 2011

Seven Late Takes

No graphic today, because I missed Fulweiler’s link party from yesterday.  Oh well.  I still have seven things, so here they are.

1.  Yesterday we drove to State College, to spend the weekend with Joseph’s family.  Thus the lack of Friday takes.

2.  It is humid and gross in Pennsylvania, but God at least blesses the land with a breeze and a cool down in the late evening.  No such luck back at home.

3. We got a notice that they might be digging up all the rest of the 80s-era oil drums that are buried beneath the houses on our street.  They removed one on the corner this spring because it was leaking (these were for heating oil back when that’s how the the winter warmth was obtained), after a soil quality survey came back unsatisfactory.  End of story—they moved the family out of the house altogether because the seepage was worse than originally reported.  The notice on my door yesterday said that a renewed regimen of soil quality tests would be run to find out if other drums are deteriorating.  Fabulous.

4. Class starts Monday, hurrah.  There’s just one half left to go…plus either a dissertation or comps.  Which would you do?

5. My son was mean and pushy with his 10-month-old cousin all day, until the last 10 minutes.  Then he picked up the bottle when it was dropped, handed it back to the baby, and tried to cradle his head while stuffing the goods back in his little mouth.  Awwwwww.

6. I need a nap.  I have driven 1,978 miles in the last 20 days.  Geez louize.  I thought I was done with all that during the epic, 19,000 mile summer of 2009.

7.  I feel a need to buy a lottery ticket.  Is that meaningful?