My air conditioner has two settings that it can accurately interpret: Fortress of Ice and Welcome to the Jungle.
We thought it had broken completely, but then discovered that in order to get the actual air temperature under 89 degrees, you have to set the thermostat to 60. Of course, this means I have to pull the sweaters out again…
Roommate One and I are also considering the possibility that all the hot, hot loving going on between Roommate Two and her new boyfriend (who seemingly haven’t left her room across the hall from me since Friday) could be what’s ruining our climate control.
If that’s the case, I say Roommate Two can pay our electricity bill for the month.
Posted: 11:31 pm ·
Category: Apartment ·
Comments: 1
Lately one of the regulars in the IRC channel I hang out in has rediscovered grouphug.us and several of us have taken to browsing the posts in horrified fascination.
And if you can figure out which submissions were mine, I’ll pay you a lot of money not to tell anyone about them.
If only they had some sort of lie detector to filter out all the bogus crap “confess.”
Posted: 3:58 pm ·
Category: Links ·
Comments: 1
My professors are blogging.
Cool?
Posted: 4:43 pm ·
Category: School ·
Comments: 2
Okay, I take it all back. Journalism camp is over and I miss it.
To the director, the scary dorm mom, the Dave Grohl look(not)alike, my cool roommate, the rest of the counselors, my three favorite campers from Clearwater and their loud noises, the ResNet guy who hooked me up with secret free internet, the well-behaved sleepyhead girls at the end of the hall, the teachers who wore out my girls so they’d actually go to sleep at night, the creepy karaoke DJ, and especially the Ellsworth deskies who kept me from going out of my mind during those early a.m. rounds:
I hate you all for making me want to do it again.
Posted: 8:21 am ·
Category: Work ·
Comments: 4
Dear Sandwich Man,
Today you made me a really good sandwich. You’ve done it before, so it came as no surprise, but I still really appreciated that sandwich. I don’t know if you think that sandwich-making is your calling, but I suspect that it is.
Admittedly, I’ve always thought you were cute, but today you were absolutely radiant. You look like an incredibly nice person, but nice in a I-could-totally-put-up-with-you-for-hours-on-end sort of way, rather than a so-perky-it-hurts sort of way. And I was relieved to find out you are not a vegetarian, although I would wholly support your decision if you were to become one.
As long as you keep selling sandwiches, I will keep buying them. At least until I get a boyfriend.
All my love,
Katie
Posted: 3:51 pm ·
Category: Letters ·
Comments: 2
Journalism camp is going to kill me. I like my kids; I loathe my boss.
Thursday I’m free. Thursday I’m free. Thursday I’m free. Thursday can not come soon enough.
Posted: 8:28 am ·
Category: Work ·
Comments: 3
For months and months, I played with ideas for redesigns. I had one that was bright blue and featured lots of my scanned-in handwriting. I had one that was burgundy and featured lots of teeny square pictures of Katie. And I had one that featured my scandalous pinup picture.
But somehow I never really liked them. Even the scandalous one.
And yesterday, I decided, dammit, I’m going to do this and get it done with. And so I did. Rather quickly, even. If you look at the CSS, you’ll see that I was very hungry when I wrote it all.
But it has lots of CSS issues (and I haven’t even tested it on Windows yet, oops), so I’m waiting impatiently for someone to get his ass back online so he can help me.
Posted: 11:16 am ·
Category: Meta ·
Comments: 5
