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 thursday, january 04Kill your vacuum cleaner I was definitely off in la-la land picking my nose when they were passing out the neat and tidy genes. One of my earliest memories is of my step-father slowly shuffling through the piles of clothing, toys and childhood detritus that littered my bedroom floor to say goodnight. He would take wide skating steps, somewhat like a cow catcher, to clear a path. Not much has changed. It's time to tidy when it looks like robbers have tossed the place and not before. This isn't to say that I'm not organized. I can pick a needle out of haystack when necessary as it all hangs together according to the Heather filing system. And I'm not a dirty girl. You could eat off the toilet if you wanted, but who has ever wanted to do that? Anyway, I think that anal neatness is a character flaw. Super tidy people are too uptight and should learn to let their hairdown a little. I'm not being defensive, really. Then again, taking a look around here, I'd have to say that I could put mine up a little more. I've been robbed!
Flip-flops are the coolest, even for shoveling snow. I knew there was a method to my madness. [Thanks Ed - what is he up to, anyway? Have you seen his new digs?] The monolith has left the building. The Boogie Bass Hack [via MetaFilter] The horror! Candy Land: The games afoot again, baby! Yesterday? Cast away. |
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