If you are concerned about music and legal stuff or have a hate on for ClearChannel, take a gander at this link here about the live music venue in downtown Silver Spring. I feel reasonably confident that the market will determine what kind of acts will go in that venue, and I will get the same amount of interest either way, but I decided to sign the petition anyways.
Politics Hour with Kim and Jack:
Jack was telling me about the intelligence on Iran and them being not likely to have nukes. He said something about hoping they don't pull some bullshit like Saddam Hussein and comply for a long time but hide the fact. I was trying to explain why I understood the rationale and landed on the following explanation: Imagine if at your job, your boss told you that no one was allowed to wear purple underwear any more. It had been discovered that people who wear purple underwear are able at some point to strangle all of their coworkers with them. When the time comes for everyone to pull down their pants to show the underwear inspectors what color is on their bum, I might just refuse, even if I am wearing pink underwear. Particularly after I hear that the executives have no restrictions on what color underwear they are wearing, and are not subject to searches.
Jack's response was something like, what if your department was deemed 75% more likely to use its underwear to strangle its own employees?
Anyways, the analogy doesn't really scale.
Went to the office Christmas party. This was full of fantastic food and necessitated a delve into the very very far back reaches of my closet. Here is an amusing story about women's formalwear: I tried on my bridesmaid dress from a wedding earlier this year (not the pirate one) which is a size 16. It was a little too tight due to recent unabashed compulsive eating, and I opted to look for something else. At the back of the ringer-closet, which usually stores all the formalwear, I found a slinky stretch velvet number in a size 6. I said to Jack, "I'm gonna try to put this on, this should be hilarious." It was actually not too funny, because it totally fit and was slinky and looked nice. I didn't wear it though because it required the kind of bra that has an ISO certification. I think in the olden days I wore it without one. Doing that now WOULD be hilarious.
Sunday was New Mattress And Box Spring Day. I owe pseudotheist and paleotheist a huge huge favor for helping me get this thing! Olya happened to have a box spring that is in two parts, and this time around we had no problems getting it around our historic staircase. It's so comfy that I just want to stay in bed all day and all night. Also, I have discovered that I prefer sleeping up higher.
Both nights this weekend I had dreams about being incredibly late to things and never being able to quite get where I was going; in the first, it was about trying to get to work on foot through several malls and parking lots. I was five hours late to work and my boss was baffled and angry. In the second, Chach threw a surprise gig for the band and I couldn't ever get the mics and PAs to work and the crowd got really mad.
Monday was very nearly tragic. See, when we were bringing in the mattress, Jack had unlocked the front door in case for some reason we were coming in that way. I got up in the morning and on my way to the shower I thought, "Man, the road sounds are really loud." Took a shower, got ready. Top of the stairs... road sounds still awfully loud. I come downstairs finally and the front door is WIDE DING DANG OPEN. A flurry of thoughts presented themselves but seeing that our valuables were intact, my main worry was FLAT ORANGE KITTY CAT. I was relieved to find that both the cats had totally ignored the door all morning. But O MY GOD was there a reckoning. I think we might just plastic off that door anyways because of the huge draft it is even when bolted shut.
And thus, the week commenced.
Beauty and the Geek: "I can't read that, it's not in Elvish!" This show rules, despite its faults. We still think Sam is a fake! They passed up a perfect opportunity to discuss why gender socialization gave him an advantage in all the challenges!
Life: His personal truth-seeking is the boring part. His goofy zen makes me want to watch anyways.
Pushing Daisies: Joel McHale, my E!-husband guest stars? Score.
Moonlight: Sophia Myles as the plucky human who loves the VWHG (Vamp With a Heart of Gold) is rocking her part.
Tila T: Hey, like you've never watched something awful! I blame Joel McHale. Plus someone has to root for Dani.
Project Runway: People rave about this, so I am trying to watch it. Nothing exciting to report for this season so far though.
Amazing Race: I am two behind!! I need to catch up this weekend but I <3 the goths. I hope they are still in.
Heroes: It'll be discussed to death over at Cheetahmaster's, but my thought is that they castrated my favorite character with moronitude this season, and brought back my least favorite. Meh.