1. I was totally excited for a brief moment, because this made it sound like the zombie apocalypse was finally here. The last sentence ends up spoiling it all. Jerks. It would've been perfect if the zombie apocalypse had arrived on Valentine's Day.
2. The Sweetie-Boom celebration involved a trailer full of tulips (seriously, I am awash in gorgeous tulips), cupcakes, popcorn, a ridiculous discussion of whether or not go-gurt could be effectively marketing in England since yo-gurt there sounds like yahg-urt (Do people want a plastic tube of something called gog-urt? I believe not.), video games and a crazy Swedish movie.
3. Down here in Ye Olde Hoode, one billion bright pink corner pop-up stands appeared at dawn this morning. Roses, balloons, stuffed animals, red/pink/white clothing, giant stunt cards. I never saw these in Greenwood or Cap Hill, but maybe they are everywhere in car-based neighborhoods and I never noticed. Anyway: crazy. Entire families out before and after school to shill the romanticrap.
4. I have discovered that when I sing Joy Division's song 'Transmission' the smaller cat will come over to me, not with 100% reliability but certainly about 80%. I think it's because his nickname--Pants--sounds a lot like Dance. Sometimes I sing "Pants...Pants...Pants...Pants to the radio." What, you don't sing late 70s post-punk songs to your pet? (I never liked New Order. See also: Foo Fighters. See also: boring/pointless conversations about old bands.)
5. This is worth celebrating. Like the stupendous revolution we are witnessing these days on another continent, it may all end in tears, but it's news that citizens of Ecuador have been waiting to hear for a couple of decades.
6. Last Thanskgiving, the dinner involved a conversation about ridiculous dessert names. I started this conversation, mentioning the classic American treats known as grunts, slumps, buckles, crumbles, Betties, and dumps. Nobody believed me that there is a dessert that uses the word "dump" in the name, but there are many. We invented new names: Pineapple Disaster, Corn Dump and Tangerine Accident are the two I remember before collapsing in utter hysteria and weepy hyperventilating laughter. I mention this now because over the weekend, I went outside for a bit one evening, and proceeded to stand on the porch by myself in the dark, and have a giggle fit about Pineapple Disaster and Corn Dump. It occurred to me that my behavior might actually cause alarm to the crackheads down on the corner, but perhaps it just helped them feel more comfortable.
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