The hot water’s on the blink / I hear we need a brand new sink.

Actually, I’ve managed to not take a shower in my own home for the past three weeks. Go me – I knew that gym membership was good for something!

Also, the supermarket across the street from work has finally started stocking my favorite brand of oatmeal, which is slower cooking than quick oats, and yet still microwaveable! It’s so good I occasionally have delusions of substituting it for white rice in savory dishes. Then again, sometimes I have delusions of substituting mashed avocado for mayonnaise, which is INSANE.

Over the weekend, my supervisor shaved off his moustache and beard. This is seriously FREAKING ME OUT.

Slap Happy

Fun class yesterday, as my martial arts master decided to “fight” me during the whole sparring period. This is always incredibly amusing for all involved as the man could kill me with a thought but instead chooses to repeatedly slap my butt.

Riddikulus!

iPod-ready jeans??? You mean, like, jeans with pockets??? It’s a crazy idea, but it just might work…

Talked about city life with Dawn last night. It seems some of her friends (married, with kids) are moving from the East Village to California for…space? She wondered what you might tell your own children when they ask you why they can’t have a back yard.

Are back yards so great? I seem to remember my grandparents having a back yard that I played in, but I’m not sure what, exactly, this playing entailed. It seems like you enjoy nature for a lot of your really early childhood, but one day you wake up somehow realizing that the outdoors is full of bugs, dirt, and hard rough things that will hurt if you touch them. At this point of my life, I’m thinking, sure, nature is nice to look at for a few minutes, but now what?

Lazy Saturday

The cat, Ruthie, has gone to the vet, and it seems like her kidneys are starting to fail. She is 17 and has lived a long, full cat-life, so what will be will be.

Oh, and check out this NY Times article about why Riverdale (well, all of suburbia, really) actually is hell.

To be fair, they also have this article about the father of LSD, who is completely disturbed by the urban movement away from nature. Whatever. If they had cities on the moon, I’d want to move there — but only if they had decent restaurants with late-night delivery.

To Whom It May…

Tell me if this has happened to you:

The Wendy’s near my office has posted notices to all “Sandwich Customers,” expressing regret, on behalf of the Wendy’s staff, that due to inclement weather in the south, they are forced to discontinue tomato service on all hamburgers and chicken sandwiches unless such service is specifically requested at the time the customer places his/her order.