Or, Where I Got My Taste In Books
Me: Dad, I’m borrowing some of your books.
Dad: No, you’re not.
Me: I’m sorry, I phrased that badly. Daddy, I picked out some books of yours that I want. Can I have them?
Dad: No. … Which ones?
Me: About half of that shelf?
Dad: No! …Which half?
Me: Well, I’ve been jonesing to reread all the old Mercedes Lackey…
Dad: Maybe. You’re not touching my Tamora Pierce.
Me: Fine, I’ll borrow those from Jess.
Dad: Great, she can fight with you to get them back.
Me: No, we’re not related; I’m obligated to return hers.
Dad: Yeah, how does that feel for her? I wouldn’t know.
Me: Dad, you’re not getting your books back.
Dad: We’ll bargain.
Me: Can I take the Patricia C. Wrede? You have the two I didn’t find on PaperBackSwap.
Dad: The other two are in the garage. Not that I’m giving them to you. She’s great.
Me: I agree!
Friday, November 23, 2007
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Quick Annoyance
So when I’m reading or writing or whatever before bed, I tend to have the TV on, and basically it’s just background noise. I’d left it on VH-1 and America’s Most Smartest Model came on.
The show is stupid, but what do you expect? Here’s what managed to piss me off, though. Most reality shows have an elimination element; you get voted off the island, you’re the weakest link, Tyra doesn’t have your photo, one day you’re in and the next day you’re out, America didn’t vote for you, whatever. (On the one hand, I feel like I just cycled through a lot of reality TV show catch phrases. On the other hand, I’m really relieved I didn’t know more off the top of my head.) So what do they call the eliminations on America’s Most Smartest Model?
“Purges.”
Because they’re models! And models throw up to stay thin! Ha ha ha ha! What clever play on words! Eating disorders are hilarious!
Siiiigh. Now I'm all annoyed before bedtime.
Edit, 11/07: My sister pointed me towards a much better reason to be pissed off, posted at Jezebel: Apparently, the show's "love to hate" character (I mean, contestant) has been arrested for sexual harassment, groping, threatening, etc. Repeatedly. Funny how they don't bring that up on the show, isn't it?
The show is stupid, but what do you expect? Here’s what managed to piss me off, though. Most reality shows have an elimination element; you get voted off the island, you’re the weakest link, Tyra doesn’t have your photo, one day you’re in and the next day you’re out, America didn’t vote for you, whatever. (On the one hand, I feel like I just cycled through a lot of reality TV show catch phrases. On the other hand, I’m really relieved I didn’t know more off the top of my head.) So what do they call the eliminations on America’s Most Smartest Model?
“Purges.”
Because they’re models! And models throw up to stay thin! Ha ha ha ha! What clever play on words! Eating disorders are hilarious!
Siiiigh. Now I'm all annoyed before bedtime.
Edit, 11/07: My sister pointed me towards a much better reason to be pissed off, posted at Jezebel: Apparently, the show's "love to hate" character (I mean, contestant) has been arrested for sexual harassment, groping, threatening, etc. Repeatedly. Funny how they don't bring that up on the show, isn't it?
Sunday, November 04, 2007
blogiversary
I missed my one-year blogiversary! That's pretty consistent of me as a blogger, actually.
It's also the New York Marathon today. I don't especially care about the marathon, but last year, the gentleman caller happened to live on the Upper East Side, in an apartment that directly overlooked their route. So last year, we got up early and watched the first several hours. Which lead to the gentleman caller--who has, incidentally, given me permission to call him by name, which is Josh--saying my favorite thing he has ever said:
"Thousands of people are running past my apartment right now...You want to go take a nap?"
And I did.
It's also the New York Marathon today. I don't especially care about the marathon, but last year, the gentleman caller happened to live on the Upper East Side, in an apartment that directly overlooked their route. So last year, we got up early and watched the first several hours. Which lead to the gentleman caller--who has, incidentally, given me permission to call him by name, which is Josh--saying my favorite thing he has ever said:
"Thousands of people are running past my apartment right now...You want to go take a nap?"
And I did.
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