Old-looking blue jeans, brighter blue mock turtleneck (or something), white socks, brown & silver shoes, old glasses I really need to do something about, and boring underwear.Now hearing:
Well, I would like to say it's my personalized Launchcast station; but that was discontinued a month ago, so I couldn't possibly
be listening to that, right? ("Kuos" by Banco de Gaia.)Now seeing:
Computer screen as I sit here trying to think of what to type. Shifting my eyes to the left, I see a grey day out the window. The tree nearest the window is just starting to put out little green leaflets, which will soon grow into bigger leaves, which will provide food for what may be a massive infestation of Eastern tent caterpillars. I never wrote about those last spring, but I was utterly fascinated with those fuzzy guys in their teeming thousands as they took about three days to defoliate the old tree. Since both tree and caterpillars are native species, they do have a working relationship: tree puts out a set of leaves, caterpillars munch on them, tree mopes for a while, then tree puts out more leaves. Here's hoping the tree is healthy enough to put out an entire second set of leaves this year if it has to.Now smelling:
One of the spicier herbal teas from Celestial Seasonings. ("Not Yet Remembered" by Harold Budd playing on my nonexistent station.)Now tasting:
See above.Now feeling:
Sleepier than I should be, but less headachy than I have been.Last meal eaten:
Egg substitute, mushrooms, mashed potatoes, onions, and corn fried in olive oil & topped with Swiss cheese.Pie eaten on Pi Day last week:
Bacon and onion quiche (store-bought).Beverage drunk to excess on St. Patrick's Day:
Green tea.Are there more of my kind?
Possibly: see here for possible evidence
.Number of library books currently checked out:
Hmm... four returned yesterday, three checked out, so... nine.Wasn't there some New Year's resolution about reading all those books you bought last year?
Um, yes. (Now playing: The Police, "Driven to Tears.")Now reading:
M.M. Manring, Slave in a Box: The Strange Career of Aunt Jemima
. Marketing, racism, sexism--what's not to love? You gotta admit, the 1919 advertisement titled "The Cook whose Cabin Became More Famous than Uncle Tom's" has a certain undeniable OH AUNT JEMIMA NO quality to it.Speaking of racism... O HAI RACEFAILZ: Notes on Reading an Internet Conflict
. Mutant joke of the week: Two Cows: SF Version
(see both the comments there and the original post; link via supergee
). (Now playing: Underworld, "Dirty Epic (Dirty Guitar Mix).")Cuteness of the week:
On Monday as I was walking down the alley, a wee child with whiskers on his face and his father (or guardian) were in one of the back yards I passed. I soon discovered that the little boy had a tall paper hat--he was the Cat in the Hat! The father said, "Apparently it was a very exciting day in school today. Who knew?"Synchronicity:
That night's House, M.D.
episode had a cat as a major character.Last TV show watched:
Wednesday night's episode of Lie to Me
.Dream of the week:
The one featuring Dean & Sam Winchester and Castiel. Mmm... Castiel.How much TV do you really need to watch?
Less than I have been watching lately.Miles walked today:
Probably a little over two. I wasn't feeling terribly ambitious (and now it's Sting, "Love Is the Seventh Wave").Have you anything else to say?
Not that I've managed to think of in the last few minutes (Liane Foly, "Des Heures Hindoues").