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Feb. 15th, 2022
Bow Tie Tuesday
Feb. 15th, 2022 09:46 pmSquirrels are back in my house.
They're in a couple of places, at least, and making the cats a tad crazy, with all the scratching and chattering and scrambly racing about.
I got the critter folks on the phone, and it's still pre-season for them: they'll be out tomorrow, walking around the house, while it's a warm day again, and I'm stuck inside in meetings most of the day, before it gets rainy then cold and snowing then very cold, over the next 24 hours after that.
Oh, here's today's tie:
Thing is, it's not that much longer we have the treacherous ice and unplesant chilling air out there. I can take it. Winter doesn't seem so much like it takes forever, now that the virus is out there doing a much better impression of endless-seeming, endless-feeling.
( Me in the tie. )
So....
Those damn squirrels are makin' me a little crazy. They're in the walls, they're in the ceiling--- are they in the closet in the nursery? Are they back in the basement? Is that their weird chirp that sounds like a wind-up plastic toy ratcheting down, too?
I had a meeting with a retirement financials guy today.
And that was so excited that I walked away from the draft of this post there, and just remembered to finish it up before bed. I wanted to go to bed at 8:30, which is weird, but I put on clean sheets (having to go with an eclectic mix, as not as many options were clean as I thought), and that's going to be nice in a moment, even if the fitted sheet is one I sewed up a while ago, by hand, so it has a strange ridge in it.
Maybe I should declare the Ides of every month the day to change sheets. Except I think February isn't one of the months where they fall on the 15th. The Kalends would be easier to manage....
Tonight for supper I went up the street to the bao truck. Hadn't thought of it since fall, and didn't know whether they were operating, but sure nuff, I could order online & go grab 'em. I decided not to be as vegetarian as I've been being, just cuz the very best one is quite nonvegetarian. Mmm. But it's the texture of the bao that's really the thing.
Good BTT night to you.
They're in a couple of places, at least, and making the cats a tad crazy, with all the scratching and chattering and scrambly racing about.
I got the critter folks on the phone, and it's still pre-season for them: they'll be out tomorrow, walking around the house, while it's a warm day again, and I'm stuck inside in meetings most of the day, before it gets rainy then cold and snowing then very cold, over the next 24 hours after that.
Oh, here's today's tie:
Thing is, it's not that much longer we have the treacherous ice and unplesant chilling air out there. I can take it. Winter doesn't seem so much like it takes forever, now that the virus is out there doing a much better impression of endless-seeming, endless-feeling.
( Me in the tie. )
So....
Those damn squirrels are makin' me a little crazy. They're in the walls, they're in the ceiling--- are they in the closet in the nursery? Are they back in the basement? Is that their weird chirp that sounds like a wind-up plastic toy ratcheting down, too?
I had a meeting with a retirement financials guy today.
And that was so excited that I walked away from the draft of this post there, and just remembered to finish it up before bed. I wanted to go to bed at 8:30, which is weird, but I put on clean sheets (having to go with an eclectic mix, as not as many options were clean as I thought), and that's going to be nice in a moment, even if the fitted sheet is one I sewed up a while ago, by hand, so it has a strange ridge in it.
Maybe I should declare the Ides of every month the day to change sheets. Except I think February isn't one of the months where they fall on the 15th. The Kalends would be easier to manage....
Tonight for supper I went up the street to the bao truck. Hadn't thought of it since fall, and didn't know whether they were operating, but sure nuff, I could order online & go grab 'em. I decided not to be as vegetarian as I've been being, just cuz the very best one is quite nonvegetarian. Mmm. But it's the texture of the bao that's really the thing.
Good BTT night to you.
P.S. I'm a Kevin Bacon 3.
Feb. 15th, 2022 09:59 pmThe more interesting follow-up is that that film my mentor was in was also Jennifer Lopez's first film credit. In 1986. How 'bout that.
But I was in my film with the woman who was in My Little Girl with Mary Stuart Masterson, who was in a film called Digging to China with Kevin Bacon.
You know, though, we've got the spirit of the Kevin Bacon thing wrong, the way we do it. The big t'do about the Kevin Bacon thing is how hard it is to more than a 6. Like, a really high number, or no number, would be what'd make you exceptional. Unless you hadn't been in any movies.
Kinda like how we got turned around on Andy Warhol's point about the 15 minutes. We seem to think of that as our allotment or our moment of fame that we're entitled to, maybe, even, instead of an absurd reduction of the way things were going, which is (at least) what I think he was getting at.
Moreover, it's like this thing I tried writing to Jeopardy! champion Amy What's-Her-Name, after her run, because it'd been mentioned as an interest of her that she was into those marble race games that you can watch hours and hours and hours of on YouTube. I'd seen 'em, and kinda got the fascination, but what I tried writing to her about is that we're sorta wrong about the winning marble, cuz it's really the last marble to finish who's the strong one. You know? That's the marble that resisted gravity the longest, the strongest. The fastest is just the one that slid, unresisting, most easily to its domination---the one that fought least hard of all of 'em.
Amy What's-Her-Name didn't write back.
But I was in my film with the woman who was in My Little Girl with Mary Stuart Masterson, who was in a film called Digging to China with Kevin Bacon.
You know, though, we've got the spirit of the Kevin Bacon thing wrong, the way we do it. The big t'do about the Kevin Bacon thing is how hard it is to more than a 6. Like, a really high number, or no number, would be what'd make you exceptional. Unless you hadn't been in any movies.
Kinda like how we got turned around on Andy Warhol's point about the 15 minutes. We seem to think of that as our allotment or our moment of fame that we're entitled to, maybe, even, instead of an absurd reduction of the way things were going, which is (at least) what I think he was getting at.
Moreover, it's like this thing I tried writing to Jeopardy! champion Amy What's-Her-Name, after her run, because it'd been mentioned as an interest of her that she was into those marble race games that you can watch hours and hours and hours of on YouTube. I'd seen 'em, and kinda got the fascination, but what I tried writing to her about is that we're sorta wrong about the winning marble, cuz it's really the last marble to finish who's the strong one. You know? That's the marble that resisted gravity the longest, the strongest. The fastest is just the one that slid, unresisting, most easily to its domination---the one that fought least hard of all of 'em.
Amy What's-Her-Name didn't write back.