Hummus with 7 peppers rocks.
I cannot, at the moment, feel my tongue.
World’s Best Impulse Buyer
Yesterday, I bought two laptops on e-bay.
I have a friend here in Lennoxville who, now that she’s retired, is getting into the cyberworld. So she asked me to find her a laptop, not too expensive, whose primary functions will be e-mail and surfing.
Yesterday, I found her machine. Nice little HP, reasonably priced, no bells and whistles, and just enough power to avoid d-o-w-n-l-o-a-d-i-n-g frustrations.
Then, since I was in the market for my own new machine, I kept looking…
The rewards of virtue
As you can see from the column to your left (that’s <—), I have been a very good girl. No smoking for 5 whole days!
I'm going nuts*.
In an effort to convince myself that quitting is the best thing I've ever done, I have calculated my savings and I have pretty much decided that mama's gonna get a brand new laptop.
There are a couple of wide-screen babies out there that I am drooling over…
I am now trying to figure out several things – do I buy on-line or in person? do I need Office Pro, or is the basic version good 'nuff? what are the pros and cons of monthly installment plans? if I go with Dell, should I pay an extra $1/month for the Burlwood snap-on cover? You know, important considerations such as these.
Any advice, recommendations, reviews (pro AND con), etc., are welcome, invited and eagerly anticipated.
* Freudians will get a kick out the fact that I initially typed “I’m going buts.”
Conspiracy theory
Here’s a first – L. Ian MacDonald made me laugh this morning, and not in the usual derisive, cynical way:
Paul Martin said he was unaware, because as finance minister and chief financial officer of the government at the time, he was out of the room when it all happened.
This is, of course, in reference to the so-called Quebec Sponsorship Scandal. What I love about this scandal:
Brush with reality
Since Becca brings up “Survivor,” I have a confession to make – last night I watched “The Apprentice.” I admit it, I couldn’t look away…
In the end, though, the only thing that stayed with me is the thought that Donald Trump really, really needs to fire his hairdresser. How much money does this guy have? Then why does he look like a tribble died on his head?
Why my colleagues rock
“Maggie, I’m writing a letter of recommendation for a student. How do you spell ‘narcolepsy’?”
And Kerry clinches the nomination
Recently, I suggested that what was missing in the US Democratic primary race was raciness.
Well, the Drudge Report, which brought us the Lewinsky scandal, is now pleased to report that John Kerry, the current front-runner in the race, may have what it takes.
This scandal has all the ingredients – a Democrat, an intern, and an apparent cover-up. At this point, it’s strictly rumour and innuendo.
Timing is everything – Kerry now needs to keep the rumour going, yet unproven, until he’s safely ensconced in the Oval Office. If the allegations prove true prior to the election, Kerry will be the new Gary Hart. But if he can keep the whole thing under wraps until he’s redecorating the Lincoln bedroom, he’ll be the new Bill Clinton.
Update:
According to the Sun, who interviewed the alleged other woman, “He invited her to be on his re-election committee. She talked to him and decided against it.”
Woo, steamy stuff.
via Alternet
Live Monkeys
Last month, bloggers far and wide posted entries about the jobs they’ve had. This was the first “Monkey” from blork and Martine.
This month’s monkey is a little more philosophical (read hard): “Talk about the times in your life when you felt really, really alive.”
Okay, here goes:
It’s official
I’m tired of winter.
The fluffy white snow, the glistening icicles, the lightly dusted fir trees – it’s all getting a little old.
I took my car through a car wash yesterday morning – of course, then I spent an hour and a half on the autoroute cursing every truck or car that splashed salty, muddy, dirty slush all over my beautiful, shiny, waxed car. Sigh. It was clean for approximately two minutes.
This morning, I awoke to a blizzard. Lots of big, fluffy flakes, which are awe-inspiring when you can lie in the snow, looking up into a night sky – it’s like the starscape screensaver, but real. On the other hand, when it’s morning, and you have to get the stuff off your car before driving along half-heartedly plowed roads riddled with potholes, it’s more augh-inspiring.
So, yes, it’s official – winter can end anytime now. I’m ready to move on. The novelty has worn off. Let’s see some daffodils and robins, please.
One of these days, Alice…
I’m in correcing mode – only five essays left. But I think it may be time to throw in the towel for today. What makes me think this, you ask?
I just gave myself a fat lip with my own pen.
See, I had the pen in my mouth, I was trying to contain my hair in a clip… next thing I knew, fat lip. And the chances are very good that somewhere between my mouth and my nose, there is a lovely streak of red ink.
Yup, definitely time to go home.