Assorted short entries

[muckefuck]

(The title represents a conscious attempt to avoid the overuse of "random" in connexion with LJ omnibus entries. The following selection is arbitrary, varied, disparate--perhaps a little whimsical or haphazard--but, since each and every thought or experience I have isn't equally likely to end up in this journal (despite what y'all may think) or in proximity to any other thought or experience, it is not "random". So there.

1. On the el last night, I saw a very mainstream-looking young black man carrying a bass case sit down next to a guy with a bright blue Mohawk. After a while, they started chatting. When they exited together, I overheard Mr Mohawk saying "Zen isn't like that. Right now, I'm reading a book by [horribly mangled Tibetan name]..."
2. Haven't seen my hunky neighbour since I killed a kitten over him. Perhaps he was just staying with friends a few days? Am v. sad.
3. Picked up a menu from Như Hoa last night, since I'm curious to see what Laotian dishes they offer. Can someone explain to me why more than a third include seafood when Laos the only Southeast Asian country that is completely landlocked?
4. In their online edition, Consumer Reports has the pithy warning: "If you think shopping for a car is an ordeal, try shopping for a mattress." Too true! Looks like I may be sleeping on the futon for a while longer.
5. I have a living room! It still begs for the finishing touches, but it doesn't look bad as it is and it can actually accommodate visitors. So call me up and invite yourself over sometime.
6. Laughter can be a potent form of aggression and I think it's disingenuous to pretend otherwise.
7. The Chicago International Film Festival is coming up! This time, I'm going to make a concerted effort to see more than one or two films, even if perusing the selection hasn't exactly set my heart afire yet.

That's more than enough for now. Gawd, I wish I could just go home, but, when I do, I'll have to paint some more, so part of me wants to just hide out somewhere. How long before I have weekend where I don't have to lift a screwdriver, paintbrush, or mop and don't have to go out and buy a damn thing?

Comments

"free" time

[(Anonymous)]

You own a place now - you will NEVER again have a weekend where you don't have some project waiting patiently in the wings...

-e

[mollpeartree.livejournal.com]

How long before I have weekend where I don't have to lift a screwdriver, paintbrush, or mop and don't have to go out and buy a damn thing?

Only you can truly answer that question. Evidently I can tolerate hanging plaster in my dining room indefinitely, for example.

[prilicla.livejournal.com]

Yeah, every morning I look up at the hideous peeling paint in the corner above the shower. "Hmm," I think to myself. "That sure looks awful. Probably not good for the ceiling, either. We should definitely do something about that!"

Then I forget all about it until the next morning.

[lhn.livejournal.com]

Fortunately, it turns out that it's probably related to the roof leak, so once we've established that the leak is fixed we can probably get the condo to fix it. (No such luck with, e.g., the towel bar that's clearly going to go any day now.)

[carneggy.livejournal.com]

Can someone explain to me why more than a third include seafood when Laos the only Southeast Asian country that is completely landlocked?

At a guess, I'd say because the country needs to import so much food - 80% of the employment in the country is subsistence-level farming, and the terrain is almost entirely wooded mountains. So my guess would be that urban laotian areas get a lot of their food from the neighboring countries, where fish is plentiful. And 'laotian cuisine' is going to be the urban stuff, cause who wants to claim '3 meals a day of nothing but rice and potatoes on the farm' as an ethnic cuisine?

[rollick.livejournal.com]

What's hard about buying a mattress? Cass and I picked a place, went in, bought a frame, played good-cop/bad-cop over the price until we got what we wanted, got a mattress with it, and lived happily ever after. In retrospect, we hadn't the faintest idea what we were doing, but seven years later, we still love the bed and the mattress.

[prilicla.livejournal.com]

So call me up and invite yourself over sometime.

When you have a chance, could you send us your new phone number so we can follow your instructions? (By the way, when I tried to send e-mail to your go.com address last night, it bounced.)