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Ugh. My grandfather just got scammed with one of those "pay us hundreds of dollars and we'll "fix" your computer scams." And he still doesn't think there is a scam, just that we're trying to make him feel bad. Which sucks for many reasons. Obviously most people hate scammers, but the most insidious part to me, even

Mike Dexter is a god. Mike Dexter is a role model. Mike Dexter is an asshole.

Is it ok that I read that in Aaron Neville's voice?

That makes me feel better.

I found myself furious last night at the end of @midnight when Chris said they were going on break for 2 weeks. I know new Nightly Shows would have cost money and if they weren't' getting the returns they wanted it was worth it to them to pull the plug now, but it just seems so shitty to end The Nightly Show and put

I still haven't seen it, but it has been recommended to me by my therapist more times that I can count. Reading what you both have to say about it makes me wonder what she's trying to tell me.

Waiting for My Real Life to Begin, Freedom Calling, and Beautiful World will never not make me cry, but their meaning has changed for me since I first heard them. It's like a trio of moving songs that say volumes about my current mental situation, depending on which is more relatable at the time.

I have caught a few episodes here and there recently and Rory really is the worst. When it was airing, I knew I was supposed to be more interested in Rory because my mom and I were Lorelai and Rory in several ways, but I was always more interested in Paris, or Lane, or Sookie. Or Michel. Always Michel. But now? Rory

My mom has a piano book of Tapestry and played it all the time when I was a kid. I kind of forgot about that, but I can close my eyes and see it on the piano. I bet it's still there.

Mine mostly have gone away with daily Zyrtec but every once in a while I get them again and there is always that initial thought of, "Are all my teeth going to fall out? What's happening here?" Good luck.

Clue
Auntie Mame
Sunset Boulevard
What Ever Happened to Baby Jane
Charade
Sense & Sensibility
Center Stage

I've spent a great deal of my career avoiding being a notary, as there are eight others in the building, and they always send the bonkers ones to my boss and I would be terrified to screw something up and notarize something fraudulent. I have given blood lots though, and I am really good at singing Stayin Alive, so I

I am a heretic St. Louisan who is really not fond of going to baseball games, but my favorite part of them is always when they play Here Comes the King and then show the Clydesdales clomping around the field. It's the best.

I was out of town for a bit and in that time the squash bugs came for all of my squashes. All of them. It was very sad. So I ripped out all the plants and will try to formulate a plan for next year, because I like squash too much to never plant them again. The tomatoes are going like gangbusters though, and the snack

I have been eating caprese with crusty bread every night for at least a week and I am still looking forward to it. I only have one slicing tomato left today though, unless any Lemon Boys have ripened since yesterday, so I'll have to make do with smaller ones. There were a couple on the verge. *crosses fingers*

Congrats! Way to go! Woo hoo!

I knew St. Louis's PBS station was screwing with us by showing this on Sundays instead of Fridays, but now we seem to be three or four episodes behind as well. I already know the outcome, but it is still incredibly frustrating.

A while back I suggested a friend name her new cat Nerak and no one got it. I was sad.

I had Pete's Dragon recorded from a Wonderful World of Disney showing as one of my 4 vhs tapes as a kid and watched it in weekly rotation. It wasn't as loved as Robin Hood, but not as rejected as Pollyanna.

I'll check that out — my therapist was talking to me about mindful meditation and I found an app on that but didn't love it.