Random dumb thoughts
This page is to put those little weirdnesses of life that don't really fit anywhere else, or aren't worth a page of their own
Tuesday, June 17, 2003
Crap -- bit of advice -- DON"T click on the link below. That entry is hosed, I can't make it go away. So here's the sixty-second version of the blog I wrote twice already.
1. Greetings to Jellybean/Lint.
2. Noting that I couldn't figure out how to leave a comment on her blog. This doesn't seem to be my banner computer day.
3. Noting that on Jellybean's blog (URL not provided because my html typo seems to have caused this problem) she has become Internet-engaged. I'm intrigued. Is there a formal website to do this?
4. Whining that I'm approaching a demographic-shifting birthday.
5. Whining at tourists blocking the Washington DC metro at 7 am.
6. Imploring said tourists to sleep in late at their hotels.
7. Pointing out that hotels really could use their business following 9/11, and also pointing out that if they were staying with people who had to go to work and kicked them out at 7 am, they really, really should be staying at a hotel.
8. Wondering if there's still room for me on Bet's ark. I wonder what two-by-two pair we'd make?
If this one doesn't publish, screw it.
And a big hello to our newest reader,
Monday, June 16, 2003
Nothing particularly interesting today, so I thought I'd do a little experiment. Since very few people seem to comment when I write extended entries, here goes.
Eggs.
/LilyG scrambles for cover....
Sunday, June 15, 2003
More stuff I don't understand...
Why do people go on reality shows -- particularly those where you have to submit to the wishes of other people about your environment -- and then refuse to accept what the show wants them to do? Trading Spaces, for example. Now granted, I would NOT be pleased if I saw Doug or Hildy heading towards my house, but on the other hand, if I had Great Aunt Sadie's priceless sideboard, you bet your ass I would have gotten it out of the room before anyone showed up. Hildy's room tonight was god-awful -- something like the cave of the bumblebees if you ask me. The homeowners didn't like it; the team doing the room didn't like it, and even perky Paige didn't like it. Hildy just dug in her very high heels and said "too bad". But the couples that get me are the "don't touch this, don't touch that, we don't want anything other than beige in here" ones. Then I wish Doug and Hildy on them. On the other hand, I do really hate when Doug and Hildy get all uppity and really seem hell-bent on inflicting something hideous (hay, trains, theaters, flowers) on perfectly nice couples who seem to be trying really hard to get into the spirit of the show.
Following tonight's Trading Spaces was a wedding show where they give the couple's friends and family $5000 to plan a wedding in seven days without any input by the couple. Again, tonight's show had a family that just didn't want to give in on a lot of stuff -- the mother of the bride was mortified that her daughter was going to have to get a rented dress. However, it's only $5000, they got a gorgeous place to hold the wedding, and they had to make do. The for sale ones in their price range were hideous, and the dress they got was very nice. I don't really mind that the mother didn't want her daughter in a dress someone had worn before (although as someone else pointed out, all of the for-sale ones had been tried on by a bazillion people, too), although it strikes me as a sensible way to go to keep costs down. My beef is, if you have all these wants and desires about exactly how your dream wedding is going to go -- don't sign up for a show like this, it's that simple.
I hope the party outside my window breaks up soon. I don't want to call the cops, but it's already after midnight. No thunka-thunka of the bass, which is the one thing that really does keep me up, so I suppose I'll deal.
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