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Goal for next week = normal amount of sleep.

Note: Today is SIX MONTHS to the day from when I broke my foot. Yes, I still need special attention about it.

Note Two: It’s August and therefore MY BIRTHDAY for the next 31 days. Fawn on me.

Last night Dave came over and sorted out my cabling issues with the stereo-to-PC. Well, sort of. We didn’t realize that when you unplug the microphone the webcam becomes the default input device, and the initial recording we did is all over-dubbed with our voices talking about how genius we are for getting it figured out. Once he left and I played it back I realized what was up and unplugged the webcam too. I think it’s working out now. That’s going to be a tedious process, but I can just do it on and off while working on other things I guess. Now I just have to keep convincing myself that I do NOT need a 60GB iPod, I need to winnow down my collection. Good luck to me on that one.

It was fun to have company, I fed him dinner and beer and I extracted all his scandalous dating stories for the past few weeks. (Me to him: You understand that what YOU think is happening is rarely-if-ever what SHE thinks is happening, right?) Then he surprised me in a good way by hanging out to watch Project Runway and some Big Bang Theory. I say that finding a straight male who will watch PR with you and comment intelligently on the designers and their work (well, OK one of the comments was “She needs to get eliminated because I don’t think I can look at her teeth for the rest of the season.” but I concurred with that sentiment, so it worked for me.) is a total bonus. We also agreed that the winning design was dog-ass ugly and like some sick “Barbie dressed in South Florida couch cushions” kind of nightmare. I don’t experience enough intelligent, aware straight men in my life, I decided. Or maybe he’s just a unique specimen.

Twas funny trying to get  food ready, since I told him that I would be most delighted to serve him dinner,  and whatever package-tearing-open or unwrapping of pre-cooked ingredients was necessary would be an absolute joy to me. (Whatever, I won’t pretend to be a cook even for someone who’s doing me a favor.) Anyway we had lemon-dill roasted chicken breasts, ceasar salad, some kind of rosemary potato salad and my favorite-ever bread (olive-oil and sea-salt ciabatta) all from Straub’s. The funny part was that he’s a beer drinker and obviously I am not. So I wanted to be all good-hostess-y and buy some to have handy. So first I had to text MyTodd™ in L.A. “What kind of beer does Dave drink?” (Answer: Guinness) so that went on my list to purchase. Then I realized that if I went to the store after work (4pm) and he came over at 6pm the beer might not have time to chill. I twittered to ask if this was the case, leading someone to respond “can’t you just buy it cold?” leading me to feel like a total asstard, because yeah - of course I can. I was thinking of wine, which is the only alcoholic thing I really ever buy. So, requisite humiliation, check - I headed to the store only to determine that there are multiple types of Guinness, and I had no idea which was the right kind (for the record, from Dave: “Any Guinness is the right kind of Guinness.” then he tried to explain to me something about one you drink from a glass versus one you drink from a bottle with a rattling thing in it, and something else, but my eyes glazed over a little.)

Anyway, it was a fun evening with a productive outcome and I am glad to have had some human contact when dirtybastardassface MyTodd™ is out of town. Now to get on with ripping all that vinyl.

Oh, and a note to SD: Please enjoy the monastic, family-friendly vacation you have planned and don’t let thoughts of black vinyl bondage tape anything else distressed damsels hidden in your secret lair distract you. Have fun!

$520 shoes, and he’s right - no one blinks an eye.

Crooks and Liars » $400 haircuts vs. $520 Italian leather loafers
…the media seems to go to great lengths to look for evidence to bolster the far-right meme that Obama is some kind of outsider. From bowling to orange juice to arugula, reporters love to characterize Obama as something less than a “real” American.

Well, McCain has a half-dozen homes and spends on shoes what some families spend on rent. All the while, he advocates more tax cuts for millionaires, opposes increases to the minimum wage, and tells Americans their economic problems are in their heads.

Which candidate is outside the American mainstream?