CHICAGO: If Hepatitis C Were Attacking Your Face Instead of Your Liver You'd Be Doing Something About It

gbx, i have a fridge with 13 frosty old styles in it and before she left my friend said she stashed a 30 pack in the bedroom closet for me (there was a party here two nights before she left). i have no want for beers.

but my arm isn't that good so if you want to partake, star walking.

hee! people saying this is my favorite thing.

"Specialist Burg3ss is in the tavern of the main base, talking about ethics and morality and the ignoring of the Geneva Convention."

I'm in a tavern! Talking about ethics and morality and international law! IT IS LIKE REAL LIFE!

And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,
As it ran light, or had to bear a load.
And nothing happened: day was all but done.
Call it a day, I wish they might have said
To please the boy by giving him the half hour
That a boy counts so much when saved from work.

This piece is great, but so much better on a re-reading, with knowledge of the end:

They listened at his heart.
Little—less—nothing!—and that ended it.
No more to build on there. And they, since they
Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.

Now I'm off to the Holiday Club to meet Satchel for a drink.

And then I came home and watched "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers," which is my second favorite Hollywood musical. Sexist? Oh, hell yeah. On one level it's ludicrously sexist, but that's all parody. On a deeper level it's good ol' fashioned 50's sexist, and that's harder to swallow. But know that going in, and it's just marvelous. The songs are great, and I sing them in the shower sometimes. ("Bless your beautiful hide / Wherever you may be.") The dance numbers are so great that they made me a little misty, no joke. There are not a lot of movies that make me choke up because of how unrepentantly JOYOUS they are. They don't make those at all anymore.

The #1 musical, though, is always "Singin' In The Rain," which I watched on Thursday night. And yeah, I don't know what it is that makes me get all misty when Donald O'Connor does "Make 'em Laugh," but it gets me every time. It's a totally different kind of misty than at the end of "It's A Wonderful Life"; less sappy but somehow more nostalgic. It's not tugging at the heart strings, but it's tugging at something. It's a feeling of, "Now THIS... this is perfection."

Don't bring a frown to old Broadway
Ah, you got a clown on Broadway
Your troubles there
[flourish] THEY'RE OUT OF STYLE
for Broadway always wears a smile

etc.

I know I do. But if only you knew how very very much I like girls...

The liking of musicals is harder to explain, is all.

I ALWAYS PROTEST TOO MUCH. ABOUT EVERYTHING. I PROTEST ABOUT EVERYTHING I CAN THINK OF BECAUSE I'M COLOSSALLY INSECURE. This should not be news, exactly.

WHY THE FUCK AM I AWAKE. so fucking sleepy. i woke up at 6:30 and dammit it's sunday.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=bP21zUrMh7s

Which will it be? Netflix or Cable?

Rent
Cell phone
DSL (landline and internet)
Cable
Electricity
Gas

Student loan goes in right after Rent.

Jesse doesn't get TCM anyhoo. I say fuck a bunch of cable.

This is the evil of AT&T dsl. It comes with a landline, no option. Canceling the dsl means getting rid of the phone, and vice versa. They make you sign a contract.

So I have a cellphone and I have a cable modem. So far, no troubles. I don't anticipate many, either, since both of those companies have real competition.

I do wonder, though -- I ordered some stuff from that Alchemy lab of perfumery and I was wondering how long it would take to get here. Has anyone made an order and received it? How long did it take?

I'm having some hot chocolate at my desk. None of my coworkers have commented on the crazy dye job I got this weekend. I look Calico, in a good way, or at least I think so.

I haven't received my Alchemy lab order yet.

Jesse, get rid of your electricity.

I ate my leftovers of Jenny squash with some turkey cold cuts and gravy, to which I added mushroom powder (Spice House?), and as usual, it made me happy.

No joking. Seems like with all the Brown Line crap, if you live north of Belmont, your arrival time to work is in the hands of the Transit Gods. Even leaving the house early does not guarantee anything.

Last night was blazing hot, as it is now too.

See, my trouble is that when it's 40 outside, they leave the heat just as cranked as if it was 20. My skin turns to parchment and my cats begin to char around the edges. But when it's 20, it's juuuust right.