I'll Be Your Mirror

Now I don't have to read Where the Wild Things Are myself--Obama will read it to me!

Er. Remember how I said that someday I'd have to get over my dislike of gmail and move there? Well, the time is now--sometime between when I left work yesterday and when I got home last night, kotapress unexpectedly moved to somewhere else and now all of a sudden everything is broken and gone and never to return.

So. Point things to smastridge@gmail.com from now on, yes?

EDIT: Captain Toby gets a cookie for telling me that i can set up gmail to go to my regular email reader--outlook and whatever i use on my mac, so that I don't have to get all frustrated by gmail's threaded email thing that always makes me confused and replying to the wrong things.

I am home sick today, all feverish and full of snot, but it meant that I was here when the refrigerator repairman showed up. He thinks I will need a new fridge, which is fine, except there won't  be a fridge until NEXT WEEK at the earliest. Today my first batch of produce going toward my attempt to start liking salad is coming. I cannot eat frozen leaves and things, so I think that the only real option will be to pull out my cooler and keep everything on the balcony. Raccoons probably can't get up this far, right? 

The refrigerator repairman also said that I was right about the things in my freezer being more frozen than usual. He thinks that the whole thermostat got itself frozen over.

On the upside, a new fridge will probably not leak like this one does. Well, did.

They came to their senses and closed the center, so I am home long enough to grab something to eat and then I am heading up to capitol hill to play in the snow with Brian and Alicia. Come play with us!

Livejournal! It looks like I have Caroline's spare ticket to John Updike at Benaroya tonight. Anyone want to go with me? Joe will go with me! Joe is awesome.

From asabass :




1. Stop talking about politics for a moment or two.
2. Post a reasonably-sized picture in your LJ, NOT under a cut tag, of something pleasant, such as an adorable naked mole rat in a stormtrooper costume, a cloud in the shape of Ian McKellen, robot unicorns, anything cuddling anything else, etc. etc.
Something that has NOTHING TO DO WITH POLITICS.
3. Include these instructions.

Man. I just went to go make some soup--I've got the stuff onhand for more tomato rice soup, potato leek soup, and slow-cooker minestrone, going to fill up the freezer and attempt to not eat out much this winter--to find that I had the fridge turned up too high, and everything in the fridge is frozen solid. Which is lame. I guess I'm cooking this weekend!

Tomato sandwich for dinner, it is.

Goddamn it.

I came home today to find everything on my balcony moved around and one of my window boxes upside down on the ground, the chives totally squished, and the floor torn up. They've been doing work on my building for a couple of weeks now, which was annoying to begin with because they didn't warn us that there would be guys with jackhammers all over the place making a ton of noise for goodness knows how long. But I had no idea that they were going to be moving to my balcony--if I had known, I would have moved my plants myself, and then they would be safe. Not squished.

When I came home and saw my things moved I immediately thought that someone had climbed up and gotten into my apartment, and that I had been robbed, but when I saw all of my stuff still there I realized it was the guys with jackhammers. Which is when I saw my plants. I'm so angry at my building manager for not warning anyone about any of this. Fortunately, it's pretty hard to kill chives, and everything else looks ok. If they damage my tomato plants, I will cut them.