Thursday, July 13, 2006

I have officially Postcrossed!

Hooray! Skully turned me onto this postcrossing site, where you can send postcards to random people around the world, and receive postcards from other random people in return.

Scratch: "Wow, for someone so concerned with security, you sure are eager to give our address out to random people."

It actually did cross my mind that things like postcrossing are best done with a PO Box or work address, but I have neither (I don't think we're allowed to receive personal mail at my new job.) If someone from Finland appears at our doorstep, I'll deal with it then I guess!

Meanwhile, can you belive the bitch-fest that was unleashed on the CTA via various Internet sites? What kills me about it is that most of the commentors just used the forums as an opportunity to complain about something that happened to them, personally, six months or two years ago. Could we focus on the actual blue line accident and not when your friend was visiting last summer and someone gave you a dirty look? I hate the Internet for that. What especially turned me off was people who posted "This is typical of the worthless CTA blah blah blah." Guess what, the CTA? Not that bad really. Everyone acts like they are the Warriors or something for riding the Red line. Shut up. And the BEST PART? The whole post and comment thread at Eric Zorn's blog got eaten in a server crash, so at least some of it won't live on. Ha ha.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

The beef steak becomes well done...

No, this girl can't help it. I am SUPER EXCITED because right after I did my post about TGCHI it turns out the Gene Siskel Film Center will be showing it tonight! Whee! And since it is at 6 PM I will not fall asleep, and since it is only 2 blocks from work I have no excuse. Scratch is going to get his first taste of Mansfield, so I am also excited about that. If you go, I will be the person laughing extra loudly at the milk jugs. Don't throw jujubes at me.

Speaking of my ever lovin' Scratch, I thought this little conversation last night was amusing.

Me: Is the timer on (the TV?)
Scratch: No, because don't you want to stay up and see Pee Wee (on Letterman?)
Me: Not really
Scratch: But he's your favorite.
Me: No he isn't. You know who my favorite is.
Scratch: Johnny Depp
Me: No
Scratch: Chris Isaak
Me: No
Scratch: Elvis Costello
Me: No
Scratch: Nathan Lane!
Me: No... getting closer though.
Scratch: I don't know (frustrated)
Me: John Waters!
Scratch: Same thing.

Scratch gets 100% for naming only people that I really like, so it counts. If he had said something like "John Cusack" he would have gotten the "You don't even KNOW me" look. Well played, husband of mine.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Falsified & Fraudlent!

Yes that is me. We did not go to the Woggles show on Friday night. Because they wouldn't have gone on until midnight. Because we live kind of far from the Empty Bottle now. Because we quit smoking (again.) But mostly because we are OLD. Or at least I am. I am like the youngest 70 year old woman alive. I suck.

We did go see the (matinee) of Pirates of the Caribbean II. Not enough Depp, too much skinny girl. She'll feel right at home in Oak Park, where giant underpants are (allegedly) not welcome in their charming retail corridors. Whatever! I have not found decent clothing at Lane Bryant in years. It's all either flowy handkerchief skirts with paisley tops or ill-fitting jeans designed to fit pear-shapes only. Where my apple shapes at? Huh? And how long must they champion the big-sweater-over-stretch-pants look? It's actually cheaper to go to Lord & Taylor and cruise their sale racks. Larger ladies, fight the power and don't shop at LB until they start carrying some normal clothes for a decent price.

In a Gawker Stalker: Chicago moment, I saw Mark Suppelsa yesterday as I was leaving work. He is as good looking in real life as he is on television. And he is kind of tall. But I watched the news last night and they must bronzer him to death. What do you say to someone like that? "Hey Mark great newsreading!" "Wow Mark, you're kind of tall!" So I just walked by.

Oh and hey if you like television, are you reading Maureen Ryan's Watcher blog for the Tribune? I like her a lot. And I wrote her an email, and she wrote back, making me feel just like when I was 10 years old and Paula Danzinger wrote me back a real letter. Rock on Mo Ryan!

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