Fuggly? or Not?

I think they'd look good being worn by Helen Hunt and Sarah Jessica Parker in 1985's Girls Just Want to Have Fun.

Liese -- nail a curtain or pretty sheet to inside of the laundry closet.

I got out of work at 1!! YAY.

I feel kinda sick. BOO.

Computer is dead!!! Only bberry remains. Electric co not here yet no word. FIGGY PUDDING!!!!!

"Piggy pudding?!?"

"No, Figgy pudding. It's made with figs."

"Oh. Sorry!"

"And bacon."

"What?"

OUR LONG ELECTRICITY FREE NIGHTMARE IS OVER!!

I swear, I need a fainting couch. I'm not cut out for these hardships.

Timelies all!

Well, we now have three functioning toilets again. (The one in the master bath was out of commission for a while, which was inconvenient)

11 cheap gifts guaranteed to impress science geeks

6. Gallium

Gallium is a silvery metal with atomic number 31. It's used in semiconductors and LEDs, but the cool thing about it is its melting point, which is only about 85 degrees Fahrenheit. If you hold a solid gallium crystal in your hand, your body heat will cause it to slowly melt into a silvery metallic puddle. Pour it into a dish, and it freezes back into a solid.

7. Miracle Berries

By themselves, Miracle berries don't taste like much. The reason to eat them is that they contain a chemical called miraculin that binds to the sweet taste receptors on your tongue, changing their shape and making them respond to sour and acidic foods.

The upshot of this effect is that some things you eat taste spectacularly different. Straight Tabasco sauce tastes like donut glaze. Guinness tastes like a chocolate malt. Goat cheese tastes like cheesecake. After about an hour of craziness, your taste buds go back to normal, no harm done.

Good lord, I submitted my bookmarks to Diigo late on Friday and I *just* got the email that said they were done. OK, 2000+ bookmarks mostly consisting of SGA fanfic might take awhile, wow!

Well, I have applied for my own job (again). Pity the job description and questions did not more closely resemble the actual job I do 40 hours/week 52 weeks/year.

I can't tell if the difference is just stupidity on someone's part, or if they're trying to change the job itself. Which would be a problem, say I.

Anyway, it's done.

And now the sudafed is wearing off, joy. Is today over yet?

Why is the sky leaking so much? Jesus, LA. Be, you know, LA. And, lord, the flooding of intersections. Also, my inability to use an umbrella.

The post office was really empty at lunchtime. Why didn't I take my parcel to mail? I only went to pick something up. D'oh.