Probably while I was at Starbucks writing this afternoon. It was in the pocket of my coat, which was hanging over the back of my chair, and apparently it proved too great a temptation for some dickhead. I noticed it was missing as I was leaving the mall, and went back to both the restrooms I’d used and the Starbucks to see if it had fallen and been turned in. Not, it appears, so much. I called it as soon as I got a chance, and it had been set…
I keep thinking, man, I need to sort everything and clean everything and get it ready to pack. Really what I should do is sort and clean as I pack, thus killing three birds with one stone. It’ll be at least three weeks before we’re in danger of moving, and possibly a couple-three months, so it’s certainly time enough, and would be by far the most sensible way to do things. All I need is someone to keep me company while I do all that work. @.@ :)
*laughs* So this morning I was writing and had a moment of Irish English vs. American English struggle, and commented on Twitter: I swear, the Irish phrasings that slip in. “At the weekend.” Americans don’t say that. I catch most of them while typing, but I swear. It’s caused a great stir on Twitter. *laughs* Irish and British people are going, “Er, what else would you say?” and are clutching their poor heads and wailing at my explanation of “on the weekend.” It’s the little stuff, I tell you. It’s…
The other day–several days ago now, on a brief shining moment of sunlight which has not been seen again, sigh–I got a look at the amount of white on my scalp. I actually have an *excellent* natural Rogue streak going on. Unfortunately, it’s the stripe of hair that falls down over my ears, rather than being at the front or even at the temples, classic Rogue style. I muttered something about this on FB–I don’t mind the white, but couldn’t it at least come in at the front, too, so…
I feel like I should be blogging on big important topics and having meaningful conversations, as many of my friends are doing. The reality, however (as I told someone yesterday when he asked my opinion on a recent tempest in a teacup), is that I lack the time and energy to devote to the big important topics and meaningful conversations that some of my other friends are pursuing. I’m going to just have to go with that, and trust that my half-assed book and movie reviews will be sufficient until…