1. Radiohead (the real thing, not cover bands) now on iTunes. It's just 'Best of,' but still.
2. And then there's that whole Obama thing. Finally, some CLOSURE, people.
3. My first husband found me on Facebook. I knew he'd been on there for a while (we went to college together, so he was in our class listing) but then a mutual friend 'friended' us and he sent me a friend request.
And i was like, 'Well, why the hell not?' He feels more like an old boyfriend than an old ... spouse (*cringe*), so fine.
We e-mailed a couple of times, just family stuff, like how old are the kids, where are you living, etc., and then he made a snarky comment about the HH, and I was like, OK, we're done here.
And the more I think about it, the more weirded out I am about it. Especially because when I was shamelessly looking at his profile, I discovered that his (current) wife is GORGEOUS.
It's more a commentary on how small the wired life is. I can track down anyone I want to, pretty much, in less than five minutes. I'll more than likely be able to figure out where they went to school, whether or not they're married, what they do for a living.
I'm not sure it should be that easy.
4. I'm continuing my odd affection for 'Deadliest Catch' and I'm deeply in TV love with Season Four's Eric Nyhammer:
photo 2007 copyright Corey Arnold
Yeah, I know, Eric's got a family. That's fine. I just want to watch his profile on the Discovery Channel marathons, all hipster glasses and curly hair. He's like a grad student plopped down in the middle of the Bering Sea.
5. I hacked back my bougainvillea today. It was turning into Audrey II from Little Shop of Horrors. But it bit back and i have scratches all up and down my arms. While I was trimming, one of my neighbors walked by and said, "Oh, I'm so glad you're trimming that. It really needed it." Wtf?
I live in a little complex of townhouses, and while the main grounds are maintained by gardeners, we're each responsible for our own little front plots. They vary from bare patches of packed dirt to carefully cultivated mini-gardens. Most of them are in various stages of benign neglect. I trim mine back when it gets aggressive, but it's not like it ever gets disreputable.
So I'm standing there in the 100-degree heat, and getting progressively more pissed off. I work hard! I'm a single mom! I've got three dogs I clean up after responsibly! I pay my HOA dues on time!
W.
T.
F.
?
Then I remember I've seen this woman out first thing every morning, with a broom, sweeping out her carport.
And then I remember my sister told me about one morning when she was driving up our little street and the woman was out, mid-morning, in her nightgown, in the middle of the street, sweeping it. The street. Our essentially spotless, glorified-driveway street. She wouldn't get out of the way of my sister's car. My sister had to wait until Miss OCD was finished sterilizing the drive.
Then I remember yesterday when I was coming home and she was out in her carport, sweeping miniscule bits of dust into the street. Then she PICKED UP THE END OF THE (spotless) BROOM AND PICKED A LEAF OUT OF IT. That she then carried off of her property and to the communal property opposite her unit. Where she bent over and placed it next to a tree.
People are crazy. But then, some people are just ... well:
photo 2007 copyright Corey Arnold
Hi Eric. I'm over here. *waves.* If you need a break from the Frozen North, you and your wife and two kids are welcome down here for a visit.
