I have a TiVo nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah.
Sis says I'll even be able to use it pretty soon.
Now I am no longer a shill of the commercial culture. No longer welded to the couch for must-see TV. No longer denied the guilty pleasure of being empowered by Oprah. I may even start watching Days of Our Lives again.
Also, I just got a ginchy new keyboard at work that has all kinds of bells and whistles, plus handy labels for the Ctrl+ functions (like Ctrl and "v" is paste, for example.) I heart it.
And as you can tell by the crushing banality of this post, my pleasures in life are still few. I would tell you about the roatsed corn chowder I'm making this weekend, but someone--let's call him Fark Newart--once made a disparaging comment regarding a post of mine about tomatoes. It's going to be good soup too, but since I'd hate to bore anyone with a description of it (or a taste) I won't say anything more.
In other news, I am broke and my house needs to be cleaned. I really feel like cooking, but I don't even know if I can afford satusfactory ingredients to make it worth my while. I also really feel like shopping for fall clothes. In short, it's nesting time. Time to take the coats out of storage and assess the relative warmth of one's comforter. Time to start thinking about apples. Time to ponder the wisdom of corduroys, and set a budget for new, expensive slippers called Bearclaws that you're buying yourself this year no matter what, even if it is extravagant and stupid.
It's also time for mice to seek warmer ground, but they won't find it in my house (knock on wood) because the whole thing is poisoned and booby-trapped and patched up.
Autumn is the best, happiest, most wonderful time of year. For these eight weeks each year, I am happy to go to bed and happy to get up. I'm full of energy for house projects. I am rapturously delighted by the prospect of traveling outside the city to look at some dead leaves falling off of trees.
And then, you know, the days get shorter and the light gets weaker and I'd really rather stay in bed all day and cry and not shower, thank you very much, but it's NOT because of the weather, you insensitive jackass, it's because the world is SICK and AWFUL and how are we supposed to DEAL WITH ALL OF THE HORROR?!?!
And with the twin demons of my 30th birthday and the election looming, it could be an ugly winter indeed.
But for now! Pass the apple cider, and don't spill it on my new cords!