I spent forty minutes on weather.com, trying to figure out what part of the US will have the most abysmally horrible weather today (not sure – it’s usually somewhere in the lower Midwest at this time of year). I only spent four minutes looking at tv listings, which is long enough to know that there is nothing on tv tonight, or ever. I spent about half an hour watching cooking videos of stuff I’ll never be able to find the ingredients for, using equipment that I don’t have, because I’m desperate to impress Someone with my cooking and I don’t know how to produce any vegetarian food that doesn’t look like hippy vomit (and I already tried hippy vomit last week, anyway; he was ok with it, but you can only get away with it so many times).
I remembered that Kpunk sent me the latest Geneva 13 (thank you!) and that I didn’t bring it with me, which means that I can’t spend two hours drinking coffee and reading it, even though it is dedicated to two of my favorite subjects: not driving, and baking.
I am hoping that Daisy is ok, given that she has entirely de-tweeted herself. I think she is, but I worry anyway.
I have been noticing that Steve’s post, Bodybuilder Xmas Special, regularly emerges as one of the DP posts with the most traffic, even though somehow I missed it the first time around because I was trapped in an anti-universe over the Christmas holiday with no internet access. Somebody also found DP by searching on the term “hey fuckers,” which turns up 2,020,000 results on Google and seems to carry some deep significance for Eminem fans, although I’m certain that this reasoning is beyond me.