So I’m walking out to my car this morning. It’s parked on the street, and I’m approaching it from the front. My first thought is, wow, did I really park it that far from the curb? I’m a terrible parallel parker! Then I get up to the driver’s side and see a police department business card stuck in my door. I think to myself, Awww, crap, did I get a ticket for parking too far from the curb? But there’s no sign of a ticket under either windshield wiper. And. . . Read More!
Spike TV. Television made for men, but awesome enough for a woman. We watched an episode of Joe Schmo tonight. What a great reality show … I wonder why nobody ever did it before. It’s a staged reality show: every contestant is an actor, except for one. There’s one guy who thinks he’s actually in a game, on a show, for real. Scott and I are hooked. Had a meeting/rehearsal thingy for The Lost Folio this evening. I feel like I’ve been in some sort of Shakespeare immersion for the. . . Read More!
I’m glad to see that the grocery stores have pumpkins. Soon it’ll be time to scoop out the gooey guts and roast the seeds. I really miss Tim’s Cascade Coney Island potato chips. Even though they’re not low-carb, I’d buy some if I ever found them. But I don’t think they make them anymore. They were the most awesome flavor — really mustardy, with just a hint of hot dog and grill char. Sounds gross, probably. But oh so delicious. I also miss Canada Dry’s lemon ginger ale. They used. . . Read More!
We just finished watching this week’s episode of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. Scott and I discussed that it’s quite possibly the most supportive and kind show on TV. Once again, it looked like the straight guy in question was on the verge of tears when it came time to bid the Fab 5 goodbye. That’s just so sweet! Coming up on Friday, the new season of TLC’s What Not to Wear begins. The old male host, Wayne, is replaced by a new guy, Clinton Kelly. Thank goodness they’ve. . . Read More!
Pirates of the Caribbean was just fantastique. A big, dumb, fun romp. Johnny Depp was absolutely delightful (though Scott has seen Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas so many times, apparently it looked to him like Hunter S. Thompson playing a pirate). I can see why the ladies like Orlando Bloom, because he is indeed a good looking guy. But he also seems a bit … nonthreatening and effeminate. He’s got those big moist doe eyes and frequently looks like he’s about to cry. After watching The Invisible Man last. . . Read More!
Judge: Madam Foreperson, has the jury reached a decision?Missy: We have, your honor. Day three turned out to be my last day of municipal jury duty. We started out in the jury assembly room, and our bailiff arrived to take our party of six down to our own jury deliberation room. The trial, which began yesterday afternoon, recommenced at about 9:30am. It was an assault case involving a man and a woman, with the man being the defendant. We heard yesterday afternoon from the responding police officer, then today heard. . . Read More!
Rolled into the Municipal Justice building to find that the baggage x-ray machine was broken, so all bags were being searched by hand. We all had to wait in a sizeable line, but because I’m habitually early, I still made it to the jury assembly room before our 9am call time. A panel was called almost immediately, but I was not on it. After sitting around for a while, another panel was called at around 11am. Again, not so much with the Missy. I was sitting across from a truly. . . Read More!
Got to the Municipal Justice building at around 8:15am this morning. Scott drove me in, which was much quicker than the bus. I realized when he pulled up that this was not the same building in which I served jury duty last August. I passed through security with flying colors and rode the vomit-vator (I don’t do well when I have to travel more than a few floors… you should have seen me going up to the top of the Columbia Tower, 85th floor) up to floor 12. I check. . . Read More!
When I was a kid, I didn’t know what “auto detailing” was. Well, I thought I knew, but it turned out later I was wrong. There was only one business in my neighborhood that advertised “auto detailing.” And their sign had some cheesy airbrushed flames and a hideous lion on it. So I always figured that “detailing” a car meant getting flames or animals or those placid lakeside scenes painted on them. It was only when I was about 20 that I learned that “auto detailing” meant just cleaning the. . . Read More!
The last two days have been absolute heaven as far as my morning walks are concerned. Not only has the weather been perfect, but I’ve changed my workout shirt. My regular one is waiting patiently in the laundry bin, so I’ve had to dig another one out of my t-shirt drawer. The one I selected was given to me by a buddy who does t-shirt design: it’s an eye-catching yellow with “BITE ME” prominently displayed across the boobs. The reason I love this is because now the other exercisers leave. . . Read More!