Loves Me, Loves Me Not (Do the Math)
By writing equations that summarize how Romeo and Juliet respond to each other’s affections and then solving those equations with calculus, we can predict the course of their affair. The resulting forecast for this couple is, tragically, a never-ending cycle of love and hate. At least they manage to achieve simultaneous love a quarter of the time.
8 New Ways You Might Be Insane
Some of these seem, well, full of bull-honkey if you ask me…no one is asking of course.
Erie Canal Harbor Summer Schedule 2009
Who knew there was such a thing? 
One of my favorite new additions…
Explore the Buffalo waterfront by renting a one or two-person
kayak. Includes a guide to points of interest along Buffalo’s
historic waterways. Bicycle rentals also available.
Where: At the small dockside building located in the center
of the historic Central Wharf.
For more information call 716-228-9153 or visit
www.buffaloharborkayak.com.
You know who you are.
Tucker Carlson to launch right-leaning HuffPo alternative
Pundit Tucker Carlson publicly announced Tuesday that a right-leaning news site resembling the Huffington Post he’s been planning will go live within weeks.
Carlson will launch TheDailyCaller.com, which he said would focus on reporting on the Obama administration and “adding facts to the conversation.”
“We are a general-interest newspaper-format style site,” Carlson told conservative bloggers at the Heritage Foundation on Tuesday. “There just aren’t enough people covering this administration and telling the people what’s going on.”
Carlson, a former conservative and libertarian pundit (most notably on CNN), touted his site as a home for basic reporting.
But I will grab dinner and press on…
Oh boy. Oh boy. I love it when it is Supreme Court 101 in the media.
And somehow before I even turned on the news yesterday I grabbed a copy of the “Supreme Court” to take with me for my casual waiting room adventures at the hand doctor. Go me with my timing, eh?
That said this is what I know about Sonia Sotomayor.
1. She is not from Buffalo. (Cause you know the big Chief was born in Buffalo.)
2. She was an obvious pick for Obama from the beginning. In fact my friend (NOT a supporter, obviously) sent me this email after Souter’s announcement.
All I know is that if Kennedy, Scalia, Alito, Thomas, or Roberts are feeling ill, I will personally pay their medical bills to make sure they are healthy for the next three-plus years.
I realize that we are going to get a living-Constitution loving, God-hating, Europe-fawning, bleeding heart, Socialist wannabe, er, a ‘somewhat liberal Justice’ this time around. But please God do not let it be Sonia Sotomayor. Anyone but Sonia Sotomayor. If it is, we might as well just become France.”<
3. And she decided the case on Baseball. For the love of god SOMEONE HAD TO SAVE BASEBALL! (Ugh…The President really announced that in his speech didn’t he, God save us all.)
That said, I also know she is:
1. a woman
2. Hispanic
I personally do not wish to have Judges on the Bench of the Highest Court in the land, well…read on…
“In a speech published in the Berkeley La Raza Law Journal in 2002, Judge Sotomayor offered her own interpretation of this jurisprudence. “Justice [Sandra Day] O’Connor has often been cited as saying that a wise old man and wise old woman will reach the same conclusion in deciding cases,” she declared. “I am . . . not so sure that I agree with the statement. First, . . . there can never be a universal definition of wise. Second, I would hope that a wise Latina woman with the richness of her experiences would more often than not reach a better conclusion than a white male who hasn’t lived that life.“
Let’s just say I agree with Sandra Day O’Connor.
Bring on the confirmation hearings…at least just for the fun of determining exactly what our next Supreme Court justice thinks about upholding our Constitution.
“Thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb. Stupid, stupid thumb, thumb, thumb, dumb thumb. Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb thumb. Dumb thumb dumb Jen. Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb thumb. Stupid Jen.”
Ugh.
Oops.
After that last post I hit the bed for a power nap. And when I woke up to the rings of my friends wanting me to come out all I wanted to do was sleep more. So I did for another hour, got up and showered and then…decided to work on the apartment instead.
A few short hours later I was hit with an ucky sour stomach. I chugged some Pepto and headed to the loo…for some time. And then to bed. Lather, rinse, repeat. I did know that whatever my stomach was rebelling against needed to exit…which meant tossing my cookies eventually (or more appropriately omelet from late brunch.) Once that happend about an hour later, I started to feel much better and called it a night.
And today? Monday? Not much to report. Quiet lunch at Towne. Organizing the apartment (still…I say I’m at about 60% where I want to be.) I painted a few shelves, unpacked a few boxes, made a few spinach/feta quiches, washed the floors, did a few loads of laundry even though the ratio of time it take my clothes to wash vs. dry is 1:3 with a very old dryer, NOT that I’m complaining, I have laundry access in the basement. And I think I finally have the kitchen rearranged how I want it to stay.
And now I’m off to put together Board Packets for the Co-op.
A nice quiet day off. Tomorrow morning—follow up with the surgeon at 9:30 in the Southtowns.
The patriot’s blood is the seed of Freedom’s tree. ~Thomas Campbell
Ah, the weekend started on a high note. I was all about HAPPY HOUR at Target. Right after work I wanted to hit the store to purchase house type things I still need and I was going to be a homebody and stay in and work on my apartment all weekend.
Until a Happy Hour at the Thirsty Buffalo emerged. I was just stopping in for ONE drink and then going to Target. I swear.
A few drinks later…well, not on my part I stuck to my plan, and a lot of unnecessary talk about funk butter (make sure when you Google it you put it in quotes.) Mags and I hit up the Target. (WAIT: I ACTUALLY TURNED DOWN A SHOT OF GOOD TEQUILA DIDN’T I? WTF? Good friends never let good friends pass up a free shot of Patron!) Back to Target where I find a tension rod and another penguin bath towel but NO bathroom medicine cabinet rack so pretty panties instead. Turns out the pretty panties, while pretty indeed, are also too big. I chose the XL and I need the L. I have flat but plus sized woman syndrome, a rare but fatal underwear purchasing disease. AND I spent way too much time coveting the super large absorbent bath sheet for $19.99 thinking that the last time I had new bath towels…was when I went away to college in 1992, my Auntie Carroll bought them for me.
I did not buy the towel. But Mags bought a single sized Shamwow and had glorious plans of “spilling shit everywhere” this weekend to test it out.
And she found her vitamin gummy bears.
But how many vitamin gummy bears are too many? A child size serving is 2 bears. So can an adult have 4? I would never be able to purchase these things. I have no control and would end up with 7542% of my daily Niacin requirement and OD or something, I just know it.
So anyway…happy hour(s) at Target ends and we hit up Marshall’s for a bit because I need all new spring/summer (everything but skirts.) Apparently when I took my warm temperature clothes down to the basement this Winter I placed them outside of the storage space which meant my bag was mistakenly thought to be GARBAGE and was promptly tossed along with about three pick up trucks worth of crap that was all over my landlady’s basement. Misunderstanding, yes. But now those cute pairs of cheap capris and button down tops I had are gone, gone, gone. And I can’t go on. Whoa oh oh oh.
I can go on, I just need a few basic items. CHEAP of course. I’m not going to buy a $19.99 blouse. I might go for $14.99 but really I want $9.99. I guess I’m not quite at that clearance time of the year though, everything in Marshall’s was not my cup of tea or too expensive.
(More to follow, must drink mimosas…)
Mimosa brunch. $2 ALL YOU CAN DRINK WHILE THE WAITRESS COMES OVER TO REFILL YOUR CARAFES. Life is good. (More on that later.)
So I bought a purse. And then I was cranky and bitchy and tired and did NOT want to go out. Until Beyonce “Single Ladies” came on the radio. Sometimes you have to listen to the universe…
I went home and took a power nap. And let me tell you waking up at 11 pm was not in my plan. Although it was in my plan. TIRED GRUMPY BITCHY. But I went…to Essek Street Pub with Mags and B. To meet up with Sister of Mags and He Who is Currently Smooching Sister of Mags.
There we saw a very sad drunk man walk outside with his coat on upside down and a white doggie outside the window, the one with a mohawk up his back.
And other interesting people. Like the loser boy who was wearing toe sandals with white socks. We *might* have been making fun of him a little bit when the people around him outside realized we were talking about them. So…we lipped through the window that well, we are making fun of the socks and sandals…and then something magical happened.
The guy with socks and sandals. Took his sandals off, one by one, and his socks…one by one and swung them in the air in triumphant glory. Priceless, really. Lesson: just don’t wear sandals with toe cleavage and tube socks in the first place, especially not in public.
Crack me up! Truthfully, I was bitchytiredcranky and wanted to go home. So home I went.
Ok. Sunday?
Sigh…
Mimosa brunch. As my readers will recall the last time I went to mimosa brunch I ended up broken bottle of wine in hand 7 hours later and in the ER with a ruptured tendon. But just like they say, you have to FACE those fears and get back on the horse…
Brunch was good.
Later this evening? I think I invited people over to my place on the porch. I better get home and get cleaning!
