... How kids can run in circles indefinitely and remain
entertained. Well, my neighbors' kids can, at least.
:-) Three of them, running around a park bench where their
parents were seated -- around and around and around -- shrieking and
laughing. And I do believe I heard a "nanny-nanny-boo-boo."
Haha ... I love my walk home.
And on that note, I have to get motivated to clean my
apartment. I have company coming tomorrow. I'm beyond
exhausted. (Yeesh.) Mmph ... here I go ...
What's your favorite way to keep in touch? Phone, snail mail, email, text message, Vox, _____ ?
I like snail mail. There's something about written correspondence that makes it special.
Email is convenient.
I'm not much of a phone person; I have trouble calling friends back in
a timely manner. Can't figure out why that is, but it always
takes me forever to call folks back.
What is your browser's default home page set to?
Submitted by Kelev T. Cat.
Bloglines -- so I can keep up with my feeds. (For you folks who don't know what feeds are, it lets me read posts from all my favorite blogs and news sites in one place.)
Today on the Metro home, I had the joy of sitting right smack in the
middle of a family spelling bee. I was seated next to the father,
and the children were in the seat in front of us -- all three
discreetly squirming and chattering as kids their age do.
I wondered if they were triplets, because they all looked very similar and appeared to be the same age -- two girls and one boy.
At any rate, the entire trip, they seemed to be conducting a
game-like spelling bee. The dad called out a word and the kids
would meticulously spell it out. Then he'd kindly tell them if
they were right or wrong before they began begging him for another word
to spell.
I swear, these kids had to have been no older than six; probably
closer to five. And they were spelling stuff like watermelon,
cantaloupe, thought and thinking. Wow. I was
impressed. And touched -- they were having such a good
time! Gooooood parenting. Yay!
I'm sitting here watching how ancient Egyptians removed a corpse's
brain before mummifying it. They do it ... through the
NOSE!!! Oh, but it's not that simple. They use a coat
hanger-type tool to go up and through the nose to the brain. They
use that tool to literally churn up the brain to turn it to
liquid. Finally, they turn the body up to allow the liquefied
brain to run out the nose. Voila!
Soooooooo disgusting.
(Wasn't I just talking about nerdiness? Yeah, I'm currently
addicted to the History Channel. I do believe that makes me a
nerd. Even more so that I just blogged about this.)
What's the nerdiest thing about you?
This is one that others would probably have pelnty to say about on my behalf. (Luckily, they don't know about this blog. Heh heh.)
Nerdiest thing? Here's one: I think internet searching is fun. (We're talking hours of searches.)
And that means YOU -- dude with your headphones on, reading a newspaper, standing to the left, totally oblivious to the LONG LINE OF PEOPLE BEHIND YOU!!
Something I picked up on very quickly (and that Janie mentioned noticing when she came to visit me): escalators follow the same rules as the road. Slower traffic keep right. The LEFT side of the escalator is for people who want to continue walking (up or down). Just like when driving, you pass on the left. So if you're gonna stand still and just "ride" ... the right side is for you.
Of course, keep in mind that in other countries, folks drive on the other side of the road. While in Australia earlier this summer, I kept trying to figure out if their methods of pedestrian travel matched their rules of the road -- like they tend to do in the US. I was only there for a week -- not enough time to conduct a proper scientific study -- but I swear I did pick up on such things being reversed from what I was used to. Hmm ...
But anyway. On escalators here, remember "Ride Right."
On random days, at random locations, there are occasionally musicians that play in the upper corridors or street corners of Metro stations. It's especially cool when they play in the corridors, because the air is filled with the music -- sometimes good, sometimes horrible, but always interesting and refreshing. These one-man-bands are kind of sad in a way, because they sit out there for hours, playing their instrument(s) and sometimes singing -- all with the hope to solicit donations from friendly passers-by. I wonder if some people see them as annoying as they rush past them on their way to "wherever." I'm certainly not bothered, and I actually enjoy their presence.
At some point, I imagine I'll drop some money into their container in exchange for the simple pleasure they provide. (For now, I'm embracing anonymity and doing my best to maintain a low profile in my commute.)
Right now, I'm sitting out on my sun-room/balcony. It opens up
nicely like an extra room off my living room, and I've cracked the
windows to the outside, so I can hear the crickets and sounds of the
night. And I'm sitting here having a productive Saturday night
(not doing anything fancy; still feeling a little under the weather),
working on my computer seated in my surprisingly comfy wicker patio
furniture, feet up on the padded wicker ottoman. AND I've turned
the TV to face the balcony, so I've got the best of the indoors and
outdoors all in one shebang. PLUS ... no bugs.
Hee hee ... I love it.
This post is mostly for my mom and my sister, both of whom I'm sure are familiar with the movie The American President.
Anyway, you know how Sydney commented a couple times about how she
always had trouble driving through Dupont Circle ... well, she wasn't
kidding. Washington has several roundabouts. Some are more
complicated than others.
Well, I haven't driven through Dupont Circle yet (we were on
foot/Metro when we had dinner there this past week), but I've
experienced a couple as a driver in other parts of the city.
Yeesh. Remarkably -- I ended up pulling out of it where I needed
to ... without getting in a wreck or pissing anyone off (as far as I
know). Of course, a couple times, I had NO idea as I was pulling
out of the roundabout if I was getting onto the street I needed ... and
then I just magically realized that "Tah-Dah!!" -- that was where I
wanted to be. Thanks to my stellar sense of
direction. (Er somethin')
Anyway, I still get tickled when stuff that I've seen on TV or in a
movie lines up with something I'm experiencing in real life. Very
surreal ...
