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Backdating for Monday (I swear to God...)
See, this is the problem...having updated stuff yesterday but not specifically Monday, I can't really remember what happened. Yesterday is a big, scary blank. I'm fairly sure I worked late on The Simpsons season six commentary (interesting tidbit - Fox called David Mirkin, executive producer that season to order them stop using Itchy and Scratchy for "sensitivity reasons." David Mirkin's response? The Itchy and Scratchyland episode).
Let's see...it's starting to come back...in the afternoon I went to see a house very close to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bongirl5. There were a lot of downsides; namely that the lady renting worked out of her home (complete with an office in her front room and an assitant) and that there was construction going on across the street. The room was big though, the bathroom was big, and the closets were big. I got turned down because she didn't want somebody who works at night (although she might have said that after I explained my planned schedule and before I filled out an application). But...it wasn't the end of the world that I didn't get the place, as the price was a bit high.
Then my mother and I headed to the favorite little Mexican family restaurant, La Siesta. Very minor little moment when my brother called on his cell phone:
ME: Hi, Brandon.
BRANDON: Hi, Christy.
ME: Where are you? (I thought he was in San Diego surfing)
BRANDON: I'm at the beach.
ME: But where are you?
BRANDON: The beach! I just came in out of the water. (Can hear waves in the background)
ME: Oh.
BRANDON: *randomly* Are you at La Siesta?
ME: * O_O * How'd you know that?
BRANDON: I feel like La Siesta and thought you might be there.
ME: We are at La Siesta.
BRANDON: Great, order me (so on) I'll be there in a bit. (Etc.)
It turns out my brother wasn't particularly psychic, though, or even that astute about our family's eating patterns. He told me that he heard "somebody eat a chip" in the background of our call, which gave him all the evidence he needed to discern where we were.
Well, I thought it was kind of funny.
See, this is the problem...having updated stuff yesterday but not specifically Monday, I can't really remember what happened. Yesterday is a big, scary blank. I'm fairly sure I worked late on The Simpsons season six commentary (interesting tidbit - Fox called David Mirkin, executive producer that season to order them stop using Itchy and Scratchy for "sensitivity reasons." David Mirkin's response? The Itchy and Scratchyland episode).
Let's see...it's starting to come back...in the afternoon I went to see a house very close to
bongirl5. There were a lot of downsides; namely that the lady renting worked out of her home (complete with an office in her front room and an assitant) and that there was construction going on across the street. The room was big though, the bathroom was big, and the closets were big. I got turned down because she didn't want somebody who works at night (although she might have said that after I explained my planned schedule and before I filled out an application). But...it wasn't the end of the world that I didn't get the place, as the price was a bit high.Then my mother and I headed to the favorite little Mexican family restaurant, La Siesta. Very minor little moment when my brother called on his cell phone:
ME: Hi, Brandon.
BRANDON: Hi, Christy.
ME: Where are you? (I thought he was in San Diego surfing)
BRANDON: I'm at the beach.
ME: But where are you?
BRANDON: The beach! I just came in out of the water. (Can hear waves in the background)
ME: Oh.
BRANDON: *randomly* Are you at La Siesta?
ME: * O_O * How'd you know that?
BRANDON: I feel like La Siesta and thought you might be there.
ME: We are at La Siesta.
BRANDON: Great, order me (so on) I'll be there in a bit. (Etc.)
It turns out my brother wasn't particularly psychic, though, or even that astute about our family's eating patterns. He told me that he heard "somebody eat a chip" in the background of our call, which gave him all the evidence he needed to discern where we were.
Well, I thought it was kind of funny.
