Tonight Steve and I played like 23 rounds of Gin Rummy.

Also, I want a damn house, dammit.

Tomorrow or Sunday we go to look at another one. It is suspicious, and also cheap. (But not suspiciously cheap. I know why it is de cheapness.)

Dumb kids

Today in Starbucks I watched two girls who were probably born in 1992 giggle and grin and whisper while some male acquaintance of theirs flirted by throwing his cigarette butts at the window by where they were sitting.

Barf. For oh so many reasons.

I cut Steve's hair today. It took me an entire hour to do it, too. I think I am good at cutting the top of people's hair, but the around the ears part always stumps me. Is there a "haircutting for haphazard amateurs" tutorial out there somewhere? I generally decide where on my finger the hair is going to go to if I stick the tip of my finger on the person's scalp. Then I cut a bunch of spots to that length and then try to get everything even. Highly excellent, eh?

I think maybe my haircuts are better than some Supercuts haircuts, but damn am I slow. I wouldn't make any money at that job, and besides I always cut my fingers accidentally with the scissors. At least I have real haircutting scissors now and not just desk ones. So professional!

#1 Most Important Home Feature

So, we were at a house with our realtor today... It had good points (huge windows everywhere) and bad points (single tiny bathroom.) The previous owners were obviously quirky old people, as evidenced by the roll-down metal security shutters on the outside of every window (!) and the shuffleboard court painted on the garage floor.

I want this house so we can have a shuffleboard party. And then we can close all the security shutters and do a load of dishes in the 2/3 size dishwasher. Oh, and eat kumquats off the tree in the front yard.

And THEN we can go into the single tiny bathroom where, behind one half of the medicine cabinet, you will find a painted picture of Minnie Mouse instead of shelves.

Seriously folks, I want a house while we're still 25. :oP And this is probably the best house we've seen....

I'm sooo tired

I wanted to take a nap behind my desk at lunchtime, but it just didn't work out. So instead I stayed at work until 5 pm and graded a stack of math papers! I have no idea what the logic was in that...

Anyways, there is something bothering me. There are radio ads playing (for the life of me I can't remember who is sponsoring them) that are talking about "gamers."

And I figured... gamers. Pale people who like to get together and play D&D or something. This is the obvious and normal definition of the word in our culture.

But no, this ad is using the word "gamer" to describe someone who is a SPORTS NUT. What???? Since when does "gamer" mean someone who shows up at every football game and paints their face with the team colors?

Why in the world is the term being applied to these people? I certainly haven't heard it used like this outside of the radio ads...