Uf golly (new term learned from our Minnesota crew last week). Seems like I haven't posted a real, live, little-miss-know-it-all Shortys post in a while, so I'd better make up for lost time. Odds and ends of the past couple of weeks:
So glad the remaining peacemaker hostages were found alive and rescued (even if they felt sort of compromised in the bargain). Wonder if Tom's story will be told soon. We'll just have to wait and see.
Item listed in this months Harper's Index (love that thing) noted something to the effect that 1 in 5 people come down with a severe cold within a couple of days of a 4 hour+ trip via airplane. Duh. My recent trip to San Francisco springs eye-wateringly, throat-scratchingly to mind. . .
I'm finding the whole South Park vs. Scientology thing hilarious. Don't watch a lot of SP for the very reason that it often reaches a point in the episode that tips me across the "whoa, too far!" line. I do appreciate Trey and Matt's brilliance and their ability to be an equal-opportunity offender (that's why I don't take too much of what they do to heart). I happened to see the original broadcast of the Scientology episode last year, so nyeh-nyeh-nyeh Comedy Central (who pulled it from the schedule last week).
So why did red-headed Donna on That 70's Show dye her hair blonde this season? She's not nearly as appealing anymore. Trivial, I know, but it bugs me. Go back red, girlfriend!
Oh. Read The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (Mark Haddon) while I was gym-sleeping in Mississippi last week. Good one. About an autistic. Anybody else read this one?
Back to work. Or looking for NY apartments online. Or verklempting about everything I have to get done before my final move. You get the picture.