I agree, it’s rude. Let’s not engage in overly liberal guilt, shall we?
The Life and Death of a Pumpkin
Lastly, For Kevin
I am depressed that Dooce is depressed, mostly because that sucks for her, but also because she is overwhelmed with crushing despair and is still able to be fascinating and bloggy, and I am just a schlep.
I went to jury duty today. I was so excited, and it was all I ever dreamed of: I got to sit and have coffee *alone*, and then I got to sit, and Read, for TWO SOLID HOURS. It was so worth sitting in horribly uncomfortable chairs in a room with 55 other people, even the lady next to me with the nervous tick. It was like being on a crowded plane, only the movie was 15 minutes long and about jury duty. The jittery lady and 20 others were called to the jury pool at 9am, and then it was like reading on a semi-empty plane! Alone! Did I mention the reading, and the alone-ness? That was totally the best part. I kind of wanted to be on a jury, just to get some lurid details, but it was just as well that we were let out at 10am- we all clapped when the judge released us, just like when there is a rough patch and the pilot lands you safely. So, to sum up:
Alone!
Reading!
Jury Duty = Plane Ride!
Then I bought some awesome gloves-fleece lined, fingerless gloves with a mitten attachment for extra warmyness- and went to work.
Jet setters read magazines about me and sigh with envy.
Otter has a Brooklyn accent for some reason; apparently, there are boids up-in-da-sky.
Art class is going well. I have not had any incidents of toddlers glueing themselves to anything- so far
I have spent days wrapping my head around this sentance. Oh, grammar, you cruel mistress.
I am so excited about Lost on Wednesday that I pee a little every time I think of it. Fun fact: the beep that the numbers alarm makes was sampled from a grocery store food scanner beep. The one in Trader Joe’s sounds just like it. “Get me a free balloon and a big bag of cheesy poofs, and type in the damn numbers, will ya?”
Good Reads
