Doing it
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I will have more to say about this later, but: I totally took a flying trapeze class, and it was the scariest goddamn thing ever, and I panicked and it took two instructors to convince me to step off the stupid platform. The second through the fifth tries were a lot easier, although I lack the strength in my abs to pull my feet up over the bar. Totally did a backflip off, though!

You guys. What are we doing on Halloween? Why are all the parties on Friday?

Flowers from a stranger
Originally uploaded by samanthacm.

This is a thing that made me happy today.

Now, we wait
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Being patient has never been a thing that I am good at.

Now I don't have to read Where the Wild Things Are myself--Obama will read it to me!

No, seriously, my brothers are giants
Originally uploaded by samanthacm.

PS again, my baby brothers are giants.

Er. Remember how I said that someday I'd have to get over my dislike of gmail and move there? Well, the time is now--sometime between when I left work yesterday and when I got home last night, kotapress unexpectedly moved to somewhere else and now all of a sudden everything is broken and gone and never to return.

So. Point things to smastridge@gmail.com from now on, yes?

EDIT: Captain Toby gets a cookie for telling me that i can set up gmail to go to my regular email reader--outlook and whatever i use on my mac, so that I don't have to get all frustrated by gmail's threaded email thing that always makes me confused and replying to the wrong things.

I wish that someone who understands these things better than I do would lay out our post-dodgeball options with what they do, because I am confused. The only one I've looked at really is Brightkite, and it seems to be missing what I think are the two most useful functions of dodgeball--the groups, and the ability to send a message to everyone. How else to find something to do on a boring Wednesday night without individually texting a dozen people? I already miss out on enough fun as it is.

Surely someone is working on this?

I am home sick today, all feverish and full of snot, but it meant that I was here when the refrigerator repairman showed up. He thinks I will need a new fridge, which is fine, except there won't  be a fridge until NEXT WEEK at the earliest. Today my first batch of produce going toward my attempt to start liking salad is coming. I cannot eat frozen leaves and things, so I think that the only real option will be to pull out my cooler and keep everything on the balcony. Raccoons probably can't get up this far, right? 

The refrigerator repairman also said that I was right about the things in my freezer being more frozen than usual. He thinks that the whole thermostat got itself frozen over.

On the upside, a new fridge will probably not leak like this one does. Well, did.

Ok, I think my fridge is officially busted. It has been frozen solid inside for like a week and it doesn't seem to matter which way I turn the temperature knob. Clearly, all of my fridge-related sleepwalking was not crazy, just anticipatory.