The Big Green House

Tuesday, February 04, 2003

 

DDT did a job on me

My employers are remodeling the office across the way from my desk. I don�t know if they�re putting up some kind of funky vinyl wallcovering or it�s just the glue they�re using, but the air I�m going to be breathing all night tonight smells as if every scrap of PVC in the world had been dumped under my desk while I was clocking in. It�s not good. I�m not one of those environmentally sensitive folks, but I�ve been here about three hours now and I can feel a headache coming on. Maybe I can weasel some worker�s comp out of this.

So, it�s a somewhat woozy me at the keyboard this time around. Woozier than usual, anyway. There may be no discernable difference in my output. You be the judge. Here we go:

Jesus. Now it�s Phil Spector in a bad spot. He�s innocent until proven guilty, of course, and I really want to believe that he didn�t do it� but I also wish it were easier to do so.

On a completely unrelated note, Science Girl rented All About Eve over the weekend. How is it that I was in the theater for ten years and never once did some drama queen (of either gender) stick this one in the VCR during a cast party? I�ve heard many a quote from the film before - that was apparently too irresistible � but never had I seen it until now. Not really my cup of tea, but enjoyable in its own way.

And, while I�m flopping all over the place (metaphorically, mind you � I�m not physically doing any thing but sitting here looking diligent), let me just thank the various gods for Tandoori chicken. Yummers. SG has been raving about Cedars for as long as I�ve known her; we finally went Sunday night. Chicken Tikka is my new friend.

Hmm. Either the fumes are dissipating or I�m soon going to pass out. Probably best if I stop here.



bmarkey 2/04/2003 07:26:00 PM