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- Would it be too much to ask that the dishwasher know it needs to be run, and that it fill its own detergent cups and run during the night when I don’t have to listen to it? I keep waking up to extreme spoon shortages as a result of my failure to remember to run the thing the night before. I don’t like to run it when I’m in the kitchen because it’s loud and I can’t hear the music.
- Fighting for a comeback in French. Had an abysmal test a couple of weeks back (84). I know it doesn’t matter, I’m not taking this for a grade. Easy for you to say, unless you’re Type A like me, in which case you understand that I must excel at everything. Dammit. I was working harder (part of the problem being a complete lack of time to study), and then we hit the subjunctive, which is easy to get in concept but the conjungation requires math and has LOTS of irregulars — like, just about every verb you’d use in a subjunctive context — so it’s been a massive brick block for me. Must . . . preserve . . . 4.0!
- Is the “Now Playing” window off to the right at all interesting? Are you looking to see if you recognize the songs? What is the point of that thing, anyway? I don’t know, but for some reason I like it.
- Watched “O Brother Where Art Thou?” last night. Just about every moment of that movie takes my breath away, often in different ways. George Clooney is a monster of comic timing (and he did it again in “Intolerable Cruelty,” but more subtly), Tim Blake Nelson is creepy/scary/kinda loveable all at the same time, John Turturro finds some new range (and is in fact barely recognizable), and John Goodman repeats his surprising good-natured menace from “Barton Fink,” which in fact may need to be my movie of the night tonight.
- Girls want desperately to see “Scooby Doo 2” and “Ella Enchanted.” I’m voting for “Ella.” We’ll see. It looks good, but people keep comparing it to “The Princess Bride,” the charm of which I just didn’t see. I liked Mandy Patinkin in it, which is odd, because I usually can’t stand him. Maybe it’s just the Billy Crystal thing, which is minor but I’ve gone from thinking he was very funny (30 years ago) to thinking he’s an unfunny creep whose best stuff was just a reflection of Christopher Guest.
- Didn’t go to NYC yesterday, but didn’t get to goof off, either. Turned into the Good Friday from Hell, which I’m sure is some form of blasphemy, but I don’t care. Usually it is a very quiet day because nearly the whole world takes it off, but yesterday was just insane. I took my bike and bike clothes to work, thinking I’d sneak out for an hour or two, or slip out early. I was going to leave at 2, then 3, then 4, and by the time I did leave at 4:45, the wind had kicked up sufficiently that I really didn’t want to ride in shorts (it was only 50, and the wind chill was down in the 30s), so I bagged it and came home and took the second pre-dinner nap shift — Lee was on the first shift when I got home.
- Today, I’m aimless. Should have blown some dough and taken Mount Snow up on a great skiing package deal for the weekend, but was worried about various low-grade colds running around the house (Bek’s a mess this morning), so wisely didn’t do that. It’s sunny but only 42 right now. I’ll get in a ride this afternoon, but don’t have any better plans. I’m so totally exhausted from work that I really can’t get home projects together in my head. At least need to mop, which got mised last weekend because the mop broke.
- Next weekend at this time I’ll be on a plane to Arkansas. Now what the f did I do to deserve that?!