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stuck songs, silly quotes and other randomnesses
YouTube is a wonderful thing in that I can watch old Bugs Bunny cartoons on it. That fact, however, has led to me walking around singing "Why look so perplexed? Why must you be vexed? Can't you see you're next?" from The Rabbit of Seville intermittently for the last couple of months.
My other favorite quote-out-of-context lately happens whenever I'm at work doing something and get interrupted. When I get back to whatever I was doing, I generally think "Where was I?" and the answer comes back courtesy of Mr. Dickinson from 1776: "Somewhere between New York and Pennsylvania."
Other news: I've got most of my kitchen and most of my living room in boxes, if not officially packed. I got to the point yesterday of being disgusted that nothing fit in any box I tried it in the way I wanted it to. (What do you mean, the tube pan won't fit in the stock pot?) I think I'm fighting a losing battle there and I should probably just throw a lot of sweaters in that box and call it done.
Tonight, I buy tools. I need allen wrenches to take the futon frame apart, socket wrenches to take my table apart, and a mat knife (mine cracked in half crossways last month when I tried to use it on the stuck-together paint on a window I wanted to open. The window is still shut.).
I've been living paycheck to paycheck for so long that the idea of not having to do that any more is somewhat daunting.
My other favorite quote-out-of-context lately happens whenever I'm at work doing something and get interrupted. When I get back to whatever I was doing, I generally think "Where was I?" and the answer comes back courtesy of Mr. Dickinson from 1776: "Somewhere between New York and Pennsylvania."
Other news: I've got most of my kitchen and most of my living room in boxes, if not officially packed. I got to the point yesterday of being disgusted that nothing fit in any box I tried it in the way I wanted it to. (What do you mean, the tube pan won't fit in the stock pot?) I think I'm fighting a losing battle there and I should probably just throw a lot of sweaters in that box and call it done.
Tonight, I buy tools. I need allen wrenches to take the futon frame apart, socket wrenches to take my table apart, and a mat knife (mine cracked in half crossways last month when I tried to use it on the stuck-together paint on a window I wanted to open. The window is still shut.).
I've been living paycheck to paycheck for so long that the idea of not having to do that any more is somewhat daunting.
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