Browncoat

I saw this sign outside a vet clinic the other day: "We love big mutts and we cannot lie"

Seriously, open-toe shoes. If you work in any kind of lab-type situation, or even are a student in a science lab, open-toed shoes will get you sent home to change shoes. But in a “regular” workplace, it shouldn’t matter.

I got food poisoning the one and only time I ate at a Golden Corral.

And, judging by Freya's expression, kibble isn't so bad!

That’s one of my favorites!

This one does hurt! That's a beautiful version of The Weight, @Domestic Assassin RIP, Robbie.

Finally carved three hours out of my day and saw this yesterday. Coincidentally, it poured the rain here at the same time it poured the rain on screen. The movie itself was really well done. Definitely a Christopher Nolan joint, and just beautifully shot, especially the bomb exploding. Like many of you above, I was initially confused by the time jumps, and I also had problems keeping track of who was who. But all the actors really inhabited their roles. Robert Downey Jr. was almost unrecognizable, and no doubt enjoyed being someone other than Tony Stark. Sometimes I forget what an excellent actor he is. I was also impressed by the historical accuracy. It is apparently true that Truman referred to Oppy as a crybaby, and also that Kitty refused to shake hands with, um, Teller? Like I said, I had trouble keeping track of names! I do wonder, and couldn't find out, whether or not they really called him "Oppy". Seems kind of casual.

I would love to get rid of the grass, especially to fescue, but I currently have neither the time nor money to do it. I really want a clover lawn, even though white clover is an exotic invasive. I do already leave a chunk unmown all summer.

"and then he ran into my knife. He ran into my knife ten times." (from Cell Block Tango in "Chicago")

In conclusion, Stanley Tucci has always been hot.

That works both ways, too. Sometimes the new employee realizes they aren't a good fit -- I had one quit after just a couple of weeks because the job really wasn't what she wanted to do.

If I came home to a crowd of people, I'd wonder why I was the subject of an intervention! What the hell is a woman's bible? Is it smaller for our more delicate hands? Does it take out words that are too harsh for our delicate ears? Oh, wait! I know! It's pink and made of lower quality materials and also costs twice as much as a "regular" bible!

New peeve of the day: I bought a different kind of pizza from the grocery store today -- a take-and-bake instead of frozen. It was on sale, and I had a coupon. Anyway, the serving size is 1/5 of a pizza. How am I supposed to cut a pizza into five pieces?

I am going to give myself a break now, and just let it grow. My neighborhood skews older, so no teenagers here. I honestly wouldn't know where to find a high school kid if I had to. Hopefully the grass won't get too unbearable before I get my mower back. I've told the repair place that they need to offer a loaner/rental service -- they'd make a fortune!

And yet I spilled more with the anti-spill cap in one day than I did with the old gas can in 30 years.

Argh! My lawnmower is broken and it could be weeks before the lawnmower shop can fix it because they're backed up. It has rained a LOT, so my yard is more like a jungle -- it's been about three weeks to a month since I last mowed. I was able to borrow a neighbor's mower, but it is an enormous pain. Literally. I have a blister on the heel of my left hand from wrestling with it. It doesn't cut as wide a swath as mine, it doesn't get as good gas mileage (I get about 30 minutes from this one as opposed to about 1.5 hours from mine), it's not a mulching mower (so it clogs often from my too-tall grass), and if it doesn't start straight away, I have to do this little manipulation with a screwdriver. Which I have only managed to do correctly once. The mower's sitting out in my yard now because I couldn't get it started again. Not to mention the new gas can I got, which has a terribly complicated spout system. I've spilled probably $1.50 worth of gas refilling this stupid mower. I decided to take a break for lunch. If I can't get it started again after I finish eating, and after I find something to protect my hand so the blister doesn't get worse, I'm just going to call it a day. I did get the front yard 99% finished, but the part of the back I really wanted to do is maybe 50%. And I just don't care anymore. So, my peeve for the day is yard care in general. And stupid lawnmowers. Oh, and blisters. ETA: I went back out after lunch, and the mower started immediately. I got about 20 minutes in before it got clogged with grass and choked out. I still had a bit left to do, but I just gave up. I didn't even try to start it again. It's hot, and the worst of the grass is done, and so am I! I can't wait until my own mower is fixed!

I definitely had chicken pox in the late 60s -- chicken pox parties for the win! -- and in 2020, got shingles. On my face. I'm sure some of you here will remember my whining about that! I still have occasional tingling sensations around my eye, mostly in the eyebrow. It's quite disconcerting, and I'm not sure how (or if) that affects whether or not I can get the shingles vaccine. My PCP retired, and I haven't found a new one yet.

I appreciate spiders, but I don't want them crawling on me. I have a lovely orb weaver that sets up shop outside my back door every night, and as it's outside, minding its own business, I leave it be. But tiny sofa spiders? Sorry! They have to go. Most of the ones I've killed I've slapped before I realized even what they were.

Spiders. Especially tiny spiders like the ones that are apparently living in/on my sofa. Every time I sit down, I find a spider crawling on my arm. I've lost track of how many I've killed. But I also wonder where the mother spider is and how big it is, and whether or not I need to take my sofa out and just burn it.

I'm pretty sure I submitted every week, too, though I might have been late a couple of weeks.

Many years ago, I overheard a woman telling her child, "Tylenol" to behave.

That is true -- the fresher the egg, the harder it is to peel after boiling.

The peanuts will come out of the bottle while you drink the soda -- you get a mouthful of soda with some peanuts in it. I think the point is the salty/sweet combination. Incidentally, I have never seen anyone do this with a glass or cup of soda, only a bottle.

Or maybe take a folding table and chair to sit outside?

Definitely a real thing. My father used to put peanuts in Coke -- those single serve packs of peanuts you'd get from a vending machine, and the little glass bottles of Coke. In terms of choking, it's not really any different than having crushed ice in your Coke and chewing on that.