Bizzy January 31, 2005 ~ 3:35 pm
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , trackbackDamn, I’ve been busy today. Busy and productive, which doesn’t often happen simultaneously. One usually cancels the other out, in my experience.
Random things which I would have blogged about in greater depth except that soon I have to go work registration for the evening, and I have yet more work to do before then:
My friend Kim L. got accepted to the Harry Potter conference she applied for. She gets to go to England for free (Rutgers is paying for everything but the plane fare) to present a paper on Harry Potter. How lucky is she? Congrats, Kimmie-san!
I taught Jordana how to knit on the subway yesterday after we went to the yarn store. Next we move onto purling. This was after we went out for Indian in the East Village and we think I was called a bitch by one of the Indian waiters harassing us to come to their restaurant. To be fair, he might have been calling the Indian waiter who succeeded in getting us to come to his restaurant by promising us free beer a bitch and not me.
I got a pedicure yesterday because I wanted a footrub. My toenails are purple right now.
Dooce’s daughter, Leta, was in the New York Times this weekend. Not yet a year old, and already a cover story in the national press. Way to go, Leta!
I also thought of Pup this weekend while reading the Times. After a piece about Hillary Clinton’s stand on abortion, there was a small article on drunk dialing. Come on, you thought of Pup as soon as I said those words, too, didn’t you?
I watched a special on the Discovery Channel last night called The Last Days of Pompeii. I cannot imagine a worse way to die than by being caught in a pyroclastic volcanic eruption. That is now topping my “Worst Way To Die” list. And yes, I have one of those. Shut up.
My name is on the poster for the show that I did. This seems like small potatoes until I tell you that it’s been an ongoing fight with this theatre company for three years to have my name on the damn poster. I appreciate that my name is there. Thanks, Jan.
My cat, Joe, is a big faker. Last night, he threw up, then collapsed. I went to see what was wrong with him, thinking seizure or something. He moved a little, then acted very pathetic - completely limp, not wanting me to pick him up, anything like that. His breathing was shallow and rapid. I started petting him to calm him, and almost inaudibly he started to purr. Then I noticed his tail was flicking, like it does when he’s pissed. I stopped petting him, and two minutes later he got up, perfectly fine, and walked over to me for more petting. Little fucker was angry with me for being gone all weekend and was showing his displeasure by being a big faker. Damn cat.
And there we go. That’s all I’ve got time for. Sorry!
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