Hummingwolf at Home

Now wearing: Long, lightweight, pale turquoise-ish button-down nightgown and boring underwear.

Now hearing: Siouxsie & the Banshees. "The Killing Jar" has been running through my head for days, so I gave in to the inevitable and pulled out my copy of Peepshow.

Now smelling: Mostly my body odor, not entirely offensive.

Now tasting: Vomit, which does offend me. I was checking up on a housemate a while ago, making sure they were still here and hadn't left the house while the door was open (again). Was asked, "Are you all right?" and suddenly realized the answer was a big, fat NO. Well, that explains why it was so hard to get to sleep.

Now feeling: Sick, which must come as a surprise to anyone who read the preceding paragraph. No, I haven't been to Mexico recently--not since the 1970s.

Now annoyed by: The bathroom sink on this floor isn't draining. If I'm gonna be sick, I really don't want to worry about how far I'll have to walk to wash my hands afterwards.

Beverage of the moment: Plain water in carefully small sips, thanks. I wish it were cold.

Miles walked today... erm, yesterday: Just a little heart.

Last meal eaten: Multigrain toast with Monterey jack cheese, avocado & hummus, with dried cherries for dessert. There would have been something green and leafy as well, but I didn't go to the right store for that (was hoping to go today). I do hope that hummus isn't what's making me oogie tonight. It isn't the best hummus ever, but it is tasty.

Last TV show watched: Monday night's House, M.D.

Next TV show to be watched: Most of the big networks will be showing a presidential news conference tonight, but FOX will have its regularly-scheduled episode of Lie to Me. Are they fair and balanced? Of course not! But I'm more likely to watch Tim Roth tonight and read the important Obama bits some other time.

Suddenly I want: Dark chocolate. It's probably not a good idea to indulge right now, alas.

Last book finished: Octavia E. Butler, Wild Seed.

Now reading: Robin Wall Kimmerer, Gathering Moss: A Natural and Cultural History of Mosses.

News story of the moment: Forget the flu and read about glowing cloned dogs. Giving them all the same name doesn't seem fair somehow.

Oh, the story about medical conflicts of interest is probably important too, but it doesn't have any puppies.

Snail mail of the day: The Social Security Administration finally got around to informing me that I'd be getting my economic stimulus payment next month. I already knew that I should be getting it, but it's reassuring to know that they know it too.

Latest LJ interest: changing ‮directions, further evidence that I am easily amused.

Most recently via nellorat, here is a silly LiveJournal meme which actually amused me enough to post.

Taken from everybody:
Popstrology for 1969
It was a year of unparalleled importance in the self-written cultural history of the baby-boom generation, but self-written histories are always to be mistrusted, particularly when written in the medium of movie and television sound tracks. While 1969 may indeed have been the year of Woodstock, it was also the Year of the Fifth Dimension, who joyously proclaimed the dawning of the age of Aquarius, but whose popstrological rise marked the dawning of the age of Lite & White. There are those who call the founding of the constellation Lite & White by a group of African Americans ironic, but be that as it may, the formation of that mighty constellation in the final year of the sixties bestows upon the Fifth Dimension generation an ability to find islands of blissful calm in times of trouble. And while the line between blissful calm and stifling staleness may be a fine one, it's a line that anyone born in a year that saw the rise of B. J. Thomas and Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head is destined to walk.

My birth song: The Archies, "Sugar, Sugar."


Now that we know what bad pop music defines me, let's find out what bad book defines me--oh, and I'll throw in an interest cloud too.

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