Prairie Landing
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
It's never a good sign
. . . when a member of your household emerges from the bathroom laughing so hard her face is red and she can barely turn on the fan and slam the door shut behind her.
I was in the airport security line the other day and the guy behind me had an industrial-size tray of ham sandwiches. He ran off for a second -- there was no line, I have no idea why -- so I asked the TSA guy, "Um, should I put those through the X-ray?" He said, "He is coming back, you know, don't think you can take some." I explained that I just didn't know sandwiches needed to be X-rayed. He told me, "Anything that goes on a plane, goes through there. Unless it's alive." So in the sandwiches went.
It's been record-warm here since Christmas. I mean it's gotten above freezing every single day, and nearly all of January has been ice-free. I've even gone jogging twice. Crazy!!
She's STILL laughing.
I was in the airport security line the other day and the guy behind me had an industrial-size tray of ham sandwiches. He ran off for a second -- there was no line, I have no idea why -- so I asked the TSA guy, "Um, should I put those through the X-ray?" He said, "He is coming back, you know, don't think you can take some." I explained that I just didn't know sandwiches needed to be X-rayed. He told me, "Anything that goes on a plane, goes through there. Unless it's alive." So in the sandwiches went.
It's been record-warm here since Christmas. I mean it's gotten above freezing every single day, and nearly all of January has been ice-free. I've even gone jogging twice. Crazy!!
She's STILL laughing.
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Strangeness
Blogger has this scrolling marquee that lists blogs that were just updated. I clicked on this one randomly:
http://loudprison.blogspot.com/
All it is is a series of entries made up of a sentence or two of history pulled out of an encyclopedia, or something. The most recent update is in March (not today, as billed). Weirder, each title of each entry leads to another blog of the same type.
Colliculus says someone must have written a blog-creating program to do this. Any other insights?
http://loudprison.blogspot.com/
All it is is a series of entries made up of a sentence or two of history pulled out of an encyclopedia, or something. The most recent update is in March (not today, as billed). Weirder, each title of each entry leads to another blog of the same type.
Colliculus says someone must have written a blog-creating program to do this. Any other insights?
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Neutral-Blind
My sister has been living with us since Labor Day. The developer who is allegedly rehabbing her condo is very elusive, but on those rare occasions when Darling Angel's lawyer can track him down, he says it'll be done in about a month. For example, when asked in late July: "It should be done by the end of August." And here we are.
But! There appears to be light at the end of the tunnel. This week, the DA appeared in my room with paint chips. Actual paint chips that the developer had told her she could choose from!
The colors she picked include Snowy Owl:
Voile:
And my personal favorite, Starfish:
I asked her, "How did you pick those colors?" Because honestly, I can't imagine how anyone picks three neutrals out of a universe of neutrals. It's like choosing among flavors of spring water, when there are 416 soft drinks to choose from, half of which are spring water.
When Colliculus and I were looking at paint colors, we skipped all that and asked ourselves, "What color should this room be?" It just seemed alien to spend any time looking at neutrals. Hence our paint color of choice, Landlord White. I'll be interested to see what the DA's condo looks like.
The irony of her living with us is that she bought a condo in order to live alone.
UPDATE: Tonight she came home and said, "Good news. My lawyer called and said he got some paperwork from the developer. He says that probably means I'll close within [you guessed it] a month."
But! There appears to be light at the end of the tunnel. This week, the DA appeared in my room with paint chips. Actual paint chips that the developer had told her she could choose from!
The colors she picked include Snowy Owl:
Voile:
And my personal favorite, Starfish:
I asked her, "How did you pick those colors?" Because honestly, I can't imagine how anyone picks three neutrals out of a universe of neutrals. It's like choosing among flavors of spring water, when there are 416 soft drinks to choose from, half of which are spring water.
When Colliculus and I were looking at paint colors, we skipped all that and asked ourselves, "What color should this room be?" It just seemed alien to spend any time looking at neutrals. Hence our paint color of choice, Landlord White. I'll be interested to see what the DA's condo looks like.
The irony of her living with us is that she bought a condo in order to live alone.
UPDATE: Tonight she came home and said, "Good news. My lawyer called and said he got some paperwork from the developer. He says that probably means I'll close within [you guessed it] a month."
