The Ninth Strange Day

The closest I could come up with is this.

werewolf_lib: No snow yet, and I am deeply unsatisfied by this. It’s time to undertake a task I’ve put off since the move — the shelving and categorizing of my cookbooks, plus a complete recount which I estimate will be at or over 900. If you never hear from me again, you can probably guess what happened to me!

ETA: New Jersey is missing. All of it but one lone cookbook. Also, some of Italy can’t be located. How often do you hear someone say they’ve misplaced Italy and New Jersey?

theninth:

How often do you hear someone say they’ve misplaced Italy and New Jersey?

Depends. Are we in the Doctor Who/Torchwood universe? Or maybe Douglas Adams? Because then? A lot.

werewolf_lib: That’s what I sound like — not a crazy person, a Time Lady! Earlier I was asking the cat if she knew where Maryland had gone. She didn’t. Maryland was eventually recovered under a stack of fiction.

theninth: Well that’s where I’d keep it.

This guy getting off the bus tonight said “Have a blessed evening everyone. And don’t forget what God’s done for you.”

I turned to Kitti. “I’ve forgotten! Do you think that means I forgot to send him a thank you card?”

Kitti shook his head. “I know what God can do for me. He can go to work for me so I can stay home and work on music.”

“What has God done for us?” I asked, trying very hard not to let that Paula Abdul song into my head (it didn’t work).

“He made Sa’am really sick and we had to put him down.”

“But he did create John Barrowman. That counts for something, I think. But then he turned around and gave me diabetes. This isn’t looking good for God.”

There’s a billboard that says “Abstinence works every time.” Kitti and I argued about it briefly. I pointed out that really, it does prevent pregnancy.

“Who can really be abstinent, though? I mean it doesn’t stop priests.”

“Don’t be silly,” I said. “Gay sex doesn’t cause babies.”

Now we’re trying to decide if we want to go back and edit the sign to say “Absinthe works every time” or “Abstinence and homosexuality work every time”.

Decisions, decisions.

Yesterday:

Dawny: You know the song “I want a hippopotamus for Christmas”, don’t you?

Me: *mumbles* Course I do.

Dawny: Huh?

Me: I do know “I want a hippopotamus for Christmas.”

Dawny: Great! I’ll get you one!

Dawny took advantage of the situation and ran with it, folks. It’s not often that I get to be the straight man in the routine.

Earlier today:

I did Jazz Hands, while talking about The Puppini Sisters cover of “Panic”

May that be the first and last time I ever do Jazz Hands.

No, Ken. No snow pictures. I was at work while it was snowing, and by the time I got home it was dark and I was cold and tired.

My friend Lola was telling me about her newfound love for LUNA bars. I said I’d looked at them but never bought them. “I think I was allergic to something in them” I said.

Her response:

I had a feeling you might be allergic. As I was typing “soy” I thought, That sounds like something Nine would be allergic to. I’m 99% sure it’s a thing, and would therefore be classified as part of the genus “everything”.

Kitti: I wonder what they call people who live in Cardiff? Cardiffians?
Me: I believe they call them Welsh.

Torchwood will be on BBCAmerica starting the 8th of September.

Excited? A bit. Because that means DVDs for our region aren’t far behind.

Kitti spotted an American Goldfinch hanging around on our sunflowers, picking out seeds. The conversation went something like this:

Kitti: Come see this cool bird!
Me: Ooh!
Kitti: It’s so yellow, I almost didn’t see it against the sunflowers. It blends right in. What is it?
Me: Looks like some kind of a finch. I’ll go look it up.

…. In hindsight, “Goldfinch” should have been my first guess. Now let’s all sing “Goldfinches” to the tune of “Goldfinger”.

My mother will be killing me later for sticking that song in her head.