I didn’t get anything accomplished today except dealing (again!) with the cable company. I finally got fed up enough with how high my bill was that I called and complained. Apparently, doing so while wearing your crankypants is an effective way to get your monthly bill lowered. It’s still kind of outrageous, but it’s $40 less outrageous than it used to be. Huzzah!
Other than that, the only exciting thing I did was to drive all over town in pea soup fog this morning. Oh, and I actually found a few cute shirts at Target. I probably would have bought a new bag, too, except they all had hellish velcro. Why the hell do manufacturers have to ruin perfectly adorable bags by putting velcro on them?
Engine Driver by The Decemberists
I’ve been listening to The Decemberists in the car, so this song has been stuck in my head for days and days and days.
World Science Festival 2009: Bobby McFerrin Demonstrates the Power of the Pentatonic Scale
Andy sent me a link to this video, and I finally had time to go watch it. I have to admit that seeing “Bobby McFerrin” in the URL made me a little apprehensive (Oh noes! Not another horrible ear worm!), but my fears were for naught. I promise, it won’t hurt, and in fact, it’s pretty damn cool.
Polly and Henry got an awesome care package from their Auntie Cara in Canadia, with treats, toys, and choklit. I am eating the choklit, but the cats get the toys, assuming the dog doesn’t steal them.
I’m going to dole them out slowly, so it’ll be like the 12 Days of Hmas. On day one, the fishing pole.
Henry and Polly were sitting by the window, watching Kitteh TV, AKA Mr. Chipmunk. (I shot this while I was on the phone with my mom, so it’s a little shaky.)
I totally forgot that I’d shot this of the cats a few weeks ago. They were watching Mr. Chipmunk scampering around on the patio, and as you can tell by Henry’s tail, it was most exciting for the kittens.
I woke up this morning to the sad news that Mary Travers had died. Like millions of others, I grew up with Peter, Paul and Mary’s music, and Puff the Magic Dragon was a staple. I have always thought of it as a sad song, and it still makes me weepy whenever I listen to it.
Goodbye, Mary, and thanks for the wonderful music.
This is freaking brilliant. It does a pretty good job of underscoring everything that’s wrong with the Twilight storyline. I mean, what girl really needs her very own, personal, control freak stalker?
Background for those who haven’t seen the show: A bunch of strangers are locked-down in a house, and they have to vote out one person each week. The last one standing wins. This week, Chima was Head of Household, so she nominated two people for eviction. Jeff was given the power to nullify those nominations and put up two people of his choosing. Chima got pissed off. Yes, I can understand being disappointed that your nominations weren’t going to stand, but if the tables were turned, she would have done the same thing as Jeff. It would have made no sense for Jeff not to use the power given to him. Not using it would have likely resulted in him being voted out of the house the following week, because Chima’s alliance was too large and strong. So Jeff did the smart thing and replaced Chima’s nominations with two people from Chima’s alliance. This resulted in St. Jesse the Bully being evicted. Good riddance!
Better than Jesse getting booted, though, was the wake that Jesse’s alliance threw for him after he left. As if the guy died! I laughed so hard that I gave myself asthma.
That is some damnfinegood television! They’re mourning a total douchebag and bully, someone who tried to stab all of them in the back at different times. I’m not sure which part is best.
The weeping
Chima saying “If it wouldn’t have been for [Jesse] I wouldn’t be here” (conveniently forgetting for a moment that Jesse put her up for eviction)
Kevin’s eye rolling at the women’s pityfest
The comment that “He was so grateful for being here”
The comment that Jesse had “such a good spirit”
The comment that he never said anything bad about anyone in the game
The talk about how Jesse prayed for everyone all the time
And just let me say that Jordan seems about as sweet as can be. She reminds me of a friend from college who would be the first to admit that she is not the sharpest knife in the drawer. In other ways, though, she’s brilliant, especially in her ability to read people. Funny as hell, too.
And o gross! I nearly choked when Lydia called Jesse “Mr. Pectacular.” That’s just wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrongity-wrong, wrong, wrong.
red paper boat 