When the two delicacies of the mass-production age can be found in stores:
Peeps and Passover Coke.
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Monthly Archives: March 2007
Ah, spring
At least Syracuse got a really nice library out of ours
Gee, those downtown malls in small cities were such a wonderful idea! I’m glad they’re thriving still.
Oh.
Wait.
There’s so much great midcentury signage here, and on the blog that the clip came from, that I think I need to go lie down.
You test your sugar early, and you test it often.
For the first time since last fall (i.e. when she was a baby), Truffle tested negative for glucose in her urine! She’s been so high that she was off the charts for most of her life (as was Cupcake.)
See, this is what six hours of regular exercise per day does to a creature!
This, that, the other thing
This blog entry on how to shop the Salvation Army made me smile. With way, way too much recognition.
Pandagon is love.
The Black Dahlia Avenger
I KNOW that I made a rule for myself a few months ago that I’m no longer allowed to read true crime books right before bed.
Whatever happened to that?
I renewed my driver’s license today. It’s strange to think that I won’t have to do that again until I move to a different state or until 2015 …
Domestication
I fail at sewing aprons. I’m determined to get this right–the problem is that the original pattern was poorly designed, but I’m still determined to make a few nice replicas so I’m not wearing my grandmother’s every day. (It has a few holes and other issues.) Sewing around curves on a machine confuses me, so …
Skirts R Me
I’ve been buying summer clothes lately, but I’ve been getting tired of what I already have, and I’m trying to update it a bit. My frustration manifested itself into a shopping spree at Jo-Ann fabric, set off by a $2 Butterick pattern sale. By the time I was done, I had dragged my …
Music notes
- A friend recommended Joanna Newsom’s music to me. I
fetched some of her songs from Limewire, and I’m really torn since I
like her songwriting and instrumentation (she’s known for playing
various musical instruments, and the harp), but her singing voice
sounds like some horrifying amalgamation of Yoko Ono, a tone-deaf
six-year-old, and a cat in heat.
– New Elliott Smith …
Rage against the snack machine
I just spent the last ten minutes or so viciously kicking a snack machine.
See, I’m hungry. The machine on the third floor of the building next door has Doritos in it today, and I’m weak. First, I bought the Doritos, and they got stuck in the mechanism. Boo.
This annoyed me, so I started shoving and kicking …