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raincitygirlCutting because my "this and that" thoughts are probably not that interesting:
I bought new sandals from Mephisto and they are nice, but they don't fit quite as beautifully as my current sandals. And then I discovered that my current sandals have not been discontinued after all, and are in fact still made by Finn Comfort. Finn Comfort is a good brand, BTW: German engineering applied to shoes. So as soon as the stores open I will be calling around and seeing if any stores which stock Finn Comfort have the Adana in my size. Ah, my exciting life. But life is hard when you have wide feet.
I had this weird anxiety dream in which I knew Scarlet Johansson and her partner socially, and I was worried she didn't like me. I don't actually know any famous people, although I have one degree of separation from a famous actor who will remain nameless (he's a longtime friend of my godparents, although I've never met him).
I wish I could quit being afraid of stuff. Yesterday there was an apparently unattended bag on the Skytrain, and I leapt to the conclusion that it was a bomb. It had a Lufthansa luggage tag, and was eventually claimed by a very respectable-looking man, presumably a German tourist. But I spent an anxious 4 minutes staring it at, wondering if it was going to explode. I also have irrational fears about other stuff, the bag is just an example.
My psychiatrist is obsessed with Downton Abbey and seems to think life back then was supremely elegant. I tried to find a nice way of saying that life in Downton Abbey-era England probably wouldn't have been peachy keen for him as a visible minority, but really, there IS no nice way of pointing that out, so I wisely kept my mouth shut. Why spoil his fun?
I have a Pap smear scheduled for later today, fun times.
Apparently the Americans have not only been listening in on Angela Merkel's cell phone, they recruited a double agent from the German spy agency to pass German intelligence to them. Did I doze off and wake up in 1942 or something?
Edited to add:
Please note, I was first alerted to the story about the incompetent German/American double agent byselenak in this post. selenak also notes in comments that the spy in question was intensely stupid, because a couple of years after he started working for the Americans, he got even greedier and offered to spy for the Russians as well. He contacted the Russians by emailing work documents to the Russian consulate from his home computer. Facepalm! Philip and Elizabeth Jennings would not have been this sloppy. Nor would George Smiley.
I bought new sandals from Mephisto and they are nice, but they don't fit quite as beautifully as my current sandals. And then I discovered that my current sandals have not been discontinued after all, and are in fact still made by Finn Comfort. Finn Comfort is a good brand, BTW: German engineering applied to shoes. So as soon as the stores open I will be calling around and seeing if any stores which stock Finn Comfort have the Adana in my size. Ah, my exciting life. But life is hard when you have wide feet.
I had this weird anxiety dream in which I knew Scarlet Johansson and her partner socially, and I was worried she didn't like me. I don't actually know any famous people, although I have one degree of separation from a famous actor who will remain nameless (he's a longtime friend of my godparents, although I've never met him).
I wish I could quit being afraid of stuff. Yesterday there was an apparently unattended bag on the Skytrain, and I leapt to the conclusion that it was a bomb. It had a Lufthansa luggage tag, and was eventually claimed by a very respectable-looking man, presumably a German tourist. But I spent an anxious 4 minutes staring it at, wondering if it was going to explode. I also have irrational fears about other stuff, the bag is just an example.
My psychiatrist is obsessed with Downton Abbey and seems to think life back then was supremely elegant. I tried to find a nice way of saying that life in Downton Abbey-era England probably wouldn't have been peachy keen for him as a visible minority, but really, there IS no nice way of pointing that out, so I wisely kept my mouth shut. Why spoil his fun?
I have a Pap smear scheduled for later today, fun times.
Apparently the Americans have not only been listening in on Angela Merkel's cell phone, they recruited a double agent from the German spy agency to pass German intelligence to them. Did I doze off and wake up in 1942 or something?
Edited to add:
Please note, I was first alerted to the story about the incompetent German/American double agent by
selenak in this post. selenak also notes in comments that the spy in question was intensely stupid, because a couple of years after he started working for the Americans, he got even greedier and offered to spy for the Russians as well. He contacted the Russians by emailing work documents to the Russian consulate from his home computer. Facepalm! Philip and Elizabeth Jennings would not have been this sloppy. Nor would George Smiley.
