I have a lot of pencils. At home.
But are they WRONG and MECHANICAL?
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I have a lot of pencils. At home.
But are they WRONG and MECHANICAL?
Congrats on the fuse fixing, Kat! It's a nice feeling of accomplishment to get stuff like that done. Not to mention a nice feeling of "I'm no longer burning up like I was vacationing in Gehenna" feeling.
ita, if you want more of what I sent you, just say the word. It would be good to know that my new hobby is being put to good use.
amyth, TOTALLY. My sister is getting on my case for not hooking her up, and the stuff you sent was totally high quality. Love.
Sounds like a book I should get a hold of.
You should totes check it out, Nora. He also wrote a fascinating book on SF's Barbary Coast. He got the wild histories down for all the cool cities. I think he did one on Chicago too.
I took Matilda and Emmett out to GG Park this afternoon. We found the bison paddock where Matilda chirped "Hello Buffalo!" through the fence to them while Emmett corrected her each time that they were bison.
Then Stow lake where we rented a paddle boat and went around the lake twice while munching on popcorn and spotting turtles and feeding the ducks. Then to the playground where we got churros and rode the carousel and played on the equipment until Matilda started to get cranky and I knew I should get her back in the car to nap. Which she did.
And now she's asleep in the bed and Emmett and I are about to eat Tater Tots.
Emmett's back at school on Wednesday so this was one of our last summer days on the loose.
Buffalo are not bison?
We found the bison paddock where Matilda chirped "Hello Buffalo!" through the fence to them while Emmett corrected her each time that they were bison.
Bison doesn't get sing songy when you say, "hello, bison." I'm with Matilda on this one. "Hello, buffalo" is better.
I used to hello to the ocean when I was little. Sounded, according to mom, something like "'lo ocean."
I think that the American ones are bison, and the African and Asian ones are buffalo, but I can't remember what makes the difference. The ones that we get the milk from for buffalo mozzarella are buffalo, not bison, I think.
Also, Bison Bill sounds lame.
Oh, damn, Sue. I'm so sorry about your mom and all the stress of you having to deal with it, and the universe piling a weird-tasting quesadilla on top of that is just incredibly petty and mean.
That highway sign is pretty useful, but, really, there are X's EVERYWHERE, because of all the exits. I found myself really really stuck on I-5 at a much earlier point in the alphabet, because we'd go for incredibly long stretches without a junction to another highway.
And it's worth noting that there weren't even any Americans at the Waltz Riot -- the Frenchmen and the Spaniards started a rumble over whose turn it was to play which waltz, all the women waited a half hour or so for the punching and chair-breaking to end, and finally the women threw up their hands, said a collective "Fuck this noise" (colloquial 18th century French translation, please, megan walker?) and walked out, where they found a number of Americans lounging around outside looking for fun, and everyone scampered off to everyone's mutual satisfaction.
Except the Frenchmen and Spaniards, who ended up with no musicians, no partners, and nothing to sit on as they licked their wounds.
It's so thoroughly and completely my favorite riot ever. (And, Nora, if you want to e me your address, I can see if our copy is anywhere at hand and lend it to you.)
I'm sorry for everyone else's shitty days. Mine has been mostly tolerable, but I'm feeling weirdly headachey in a strange unfamiliar way, like someone keeps inflating and deflating a helium balloon inside my head and I keep wanting to fall over. It doesn't hurt, exactly, but it's not what you'd call pleasant.