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State of The Compound

February 2nd, 2009 (02:11 am)
sleepy

current mood: sleepy
currently hearing: Bruce Springsteen--Glory Days

LJ has been so quiet. Maybe it's because everyone is on Facebook trying to say twenty-five new things about themselves. If you want to friend me or read my LJ through FB, just let me know. Same with following me on Twitter. Comment here or do the becky(at)beckycochrane.com e-mail thing and we'll connect.

Speaking of the e-mail thing, in the days before Tim and I set up accounts and web sites for me, I used to get e-mail at his account. I haven't used that address for so long that I forget to check it. Unfortunately, several people or businesses still use it, and thus did I miss a signing that I really wanted to go to on January 17. More details later when I pick up the actual book I'd planned to buy.

Today, Tom, Tim, and I--no doubt preparing for our upcoming visit from Endora Joan--cleaned all the windows inside and out. They're not perfect, but they're much better--they still had a lot of the dust kicked up by Hurricane Ike on them. He just NEVER LEAVES, that Ike.

Then tonight, I asked Tim if he'd color my roots. They are--I don't know--some color people call gray or something. I can't be bothered with those details. While he was doing it, he said that thing you never want to hear from your dentist, gynecologist, or hairdresser--WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? After my heart rate dropped back down to 100 or so, he realized the brush he was using had a little of HIS color on it--as in BLUE. I was almost one of the cool kids! But since he caught it, my hair's a sedate brownish/reddish color again. (Note to Tim: It looks good. Thank you!)

Ah, the Boss just began playing on my iTunes. That's the only part of the Superbowl I watched, though I did catch a couple of the commercials later. Somehow, I ended up reading people's comments on the halftime show. You know, I want to know all these critics and naysayers who could kick ass on stage like Bruce or Madonna when they're in their fifties. Because frankly, I couldn't have done what they do in my freaking twenties.

This is why I shouldn't read comments on news and entertainment stories. I told Marika the other night that I think they should just shut down that whole comment function since people are so very, very brave and perfect and superior when they're sitting at a monitor and no one can see them. I'm betting they don't have blue hair, either.

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