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minervacat at 10:18am on 04/03/2009 under life or something like it, numbered and lettered lists
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- There was totally something I wanted to post about today, but I can't remember what it was. God damn it.
- From
quicknow, a classic Bobby Knight quote: "Best of all, Knight recounted a conversation he had with Dean Smith ten years earlier, in which he told Coach Smith, 'You have to get that wins record, Dean, because Adolph Rupp was a son of a bitch, and you aren’t.'" Bobby, you are trufax my favorite dude on Game Day. You and your grumpiness and your old man sweaters and the way you're mean to Digger and Jay and Hubie and Rece, but in a loving way. A loving mean way.
- Speaking of Game Day, if you are capable of watching Digger Phelps dance with two Cal cheerleaders without cracking a smile, I am afraid that I have to tell you that you might have no soul. This is seriously one of the funniest, most embarrassing, most amazing things I have ever seen on the internet.
- This morning when I left the house it was 18 degrees. Those of you who live in places that are routinely colder than the NC are sneering at me, but seriously: I live here so I don't have to deal with that kind of weather. I live here because I like mild winters and early spring and long falls, and I am willing to suffer the sweltering summers for those things. I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS KIND OF WEATHER IN MARCH, YOU GUYS. >:(
- Speaking of March, two weeks from today I will be 29. I am, quite frankly, far more freaked out about 29 than I am about turning 30 next year. 30 seems like an adventure. 29 is just scary. That said, should you feel the desire to gift me with things in celebration of my getting older, I have a tag for things I want on delicious and an Amazon wishlist. Feel free to ignore the obscenely expensive camera lenses on the Amazon wishlist.
- OH! I remembered what I wanted to post about. You guys, we have the worst shower-related maintenance luck in the world. Here is a list of shower-related trauma we have suffered since living in this apartment: terrible water pressure, resulting in shower being nicknamed Greg Maddux (because he's known for peeing on teammates in the shower, and it was like being peed on when we used our shower, and ... you get it); handles for both hot and cold water and shower falling off in our hands, multiple times; thermostat on water heater burning out; water heater dying completely; tiles on shower wall buckling out inexplicably; tiles on shower wall buckling out again, five days after being fixed. Our shower is crap, you guys, and I am so fucking tired of dealing with all our shower related issues.
- I am trying to listen to everything I have unplayed in my iTunes today, music and podcasts both, which is good because there's some good stuff in there --
fitofpique, that Fanfarlo album is fucking kickass, thank you for that -- but all I really want to do is listen to Tim Barry's first album and the Truckers shows from DC where Cooley had to be frontman all by himself over and over. I hate having a lot of stuff backed up, though, and most of what I have listened to so far has been A++, so it's not a total wash. Just. I should manage my library better, sometimes.Back to writing marketing materials for one of my projects, I suppose. It's so boring I am thinking about taking a nap under my desk.
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