Randomly Randomizing

[copied from dland]

Hmm, Frick and Frack ... definite possibilities.

Well, they re-ran that British bands thing again at 10:00 last night and when I heard their beautiful voices I could barely make myself turn around, but I did, and this is what I saw:

Heavens, I began to sway -- they were singing "True Love Ways" -- and then their all time great, "World Without Love" and ohhhhhh .... they were just lovely. I hit the record button to save the show and now I can see it whenever I want. Who are these two old men?

They are Peter and Gordon.

Was anyone cuter than Peter Asher? I think not. And his sister, you know, was Paul McCartney's girlfriend, Jane Asher, and I used to dream about being Peter's girlfriend because he was so cute and then we could hang out with Paul and Jane. "A World Without Love", btw, was written by Paul McCartney and John Lennon and given to Peter and Gordon to be their first big hit. Peter Asher became a music producer, I believe. Gordon Waller probably scares little children, which isn't nice to say, but he scared me. Wait, I'll look him up.

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Couldn't find it. I don't know what he does. Fortunately, I don't need to.

Okay, on to today.

I got a ride this morning in the Sibs' new Prius, at last, and it is quite a weird car, but very nice. Lots of leg room and very comfortable seat. There is a little bitty gear shift, but it's on the dashboard. Every readout and display is a computer graphic, which you can switch from one to another -- from the radio to the temperature to the balance of power, as in gas versus electric -- with buttons. When you shift into reverse, the display becomes a video screen of what you're backing up into. There is no key to get in or to start the car, just a key fob that allows the car to recognize you when you get close to it. Once you're inside, you press a Power button to start it, but it only works if you have the fob on you.

Ach, I've got shiny object syndrome again today. I go into a room to get or do something specific and get side-tracked into another lengthy task (from which I get side-tracked into something else) and only when I'm finally done and sit down do I realize that I never did the thing I originally intended to do. It's driving me crazy, and yet I feel it's all downhill from here, if you know what I mean.

Oh, email. I'll be right back.
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Oh, cool, email from Spritopias! Hi! Hi!

So I made the tuna casserole, cleverly waiting until after I fed the cats and after I took a nap (because if I fell asleep while it was in the oven, the timer wouldn't wake me up.) Now, even though it looks like it's 2:00 in the afternoon because, well, you know, K and I just had some for dinner and it was basically meh. It needs something, and since I don't salt my food, I don't know what it needs. I'm taking suggestions. It was basically noodles, tuna, cream of mushroom soup, and a bag of frozen vegetables. Oh, and I didn't put bread crumbs on top; I used corn flake crumbs because that's how my mother made it. Hers was a lot better than mine, btw; Shirl was an extremely competent but not creative cook, so stuff like Tuna Noodle Casserole was her bread and butter, so to speak.

(For some reason, I just felt the need to log in what I had for dinner, and check my last few days' entries, and do god knows what else in the middle of writing here. I am aging exponentially.)

I got email from the SCM a little while ago; he'll be out tomorrow. I'm not sure what that means for me; the new person taking care of substitutes, who is a lovely woman, is being told by the regular office harpies that the librarians don't need substitutes when they're out because we don't do anything anyway. Greeeeaaat. So we'll see how that goes. They've been getting us subs so far since the new library opened, so I'll just have to assume that I'll have one. And anyway, the principal's already told me that we're supposed to have one, so if I have to, I'll tell them that. You know, I have tremendous respect for secretaries and what they do. Why these people have no respect for me or for what I do, I don't know. Why they think they know more about being teachers than teachers do, I also don't know. I wouldn't presume to tell them what their jobs are.

Oy, the last thing I wanted to get into now. I used to love getting email from the SCM telling me he was going to be out; it meant a quiet day for me and the Colleague. Now it just means craziness. And I don't even know if we have a faculty meeting after school; there's one on the schedule, but the principal sometimes emails us instead and cancels the meetings, which would mean an early day for me (leaving when the kids do) since that's what we do when one of us is out. Target, here I come.

How'd everybody do with the clock change, any disasters? I had to disable automatic daylight savings time on my alarm clock, but other than that, everything went fine. (Except that the Sibs hadn't changed anything, so when I called her this morning to wake her up for today's pedicure, she was a little disoriented. As are my cats all day.)

OH.MY.GOD.

I got up to see what noise the cat was making in the kitchen and then I thought, let me check and see what I have for lunch tomorrow, and then I dried some of the things in the drainboard and put them away and then I went to the bathroom and while I was there I thought, I'm going to see if I can get that eyeliner put on, and then I did something in the bedroom -- I forget what -- and came back into the family room and said "WHAT WAS I GOING TO DO NOW?" Then I remembered the eyeliner, but I STILL had not posted this, so here, you can have it now, and then I think I need a sedative.

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