Looking for: someone who uses fabric softener

Yesterday I went down the hall to do laundry, and, as occasionally happens, someone had left their wet clothes in the washer. I took them out, left them in a pile, put mine in, then came back half an hour later to discover that they'd moved their laundry to the dryer and left a note. No one ever leaves notes; everyone in my apartment complex ignores each other at all times, it's like a rule. The note apologized, explained that the person had fallen asleep, thanked me for moving their clothes, then was signed with a guy's name and his apartment number.

When I was in the dorm, I'd get a bit irritated when someone moved my clothes, and the note came from an apartment of college students who like to party -- not an environment I'd expect to produce an overly-polite note apologizing for being inconsiderate. So obviously this was a bit unusual, but I responded with a nice but brief "sorry to have moved your laundry," tried not to think about the fact that he'd probably opened the washer and seen my underwear, and went back to my apartment to wait for the dryer to be free again.

Which was the end of that, until about 15 minutes ago when he sent me a facebook message that said,

"hey"

Not "Hey." Not "Hey, I live down the hall, remember me? You moved my laundry." No punctuation, no capitalization, just... "hey"

In retrospect, I acknowledge I was asking for something like this. I could have not responded, or at least not included the phrase "handling your wet laundry"... signed with my first name and last initial... with my apartment number at the bottom. (What? I was being neighborly!) He's actually pretty cute, but he's young, goes to CC, wears his baseball cap backward, and is the kind of guy to send facebook messages that just say "hey" to people without knowing anything about them except what their wet laundry looks like. He lists just about everything possible under what he's "looking for," and his likes include things like "anything funny," "anything interesting," and "Theres Alot of Them." His profile picture looks mildly smug, but not too gross or douchey. I dunno, guys -- he doesn't actually seem that creepy once you look past the laundry thing, and probably he's just being friendly, but I tend to draw the line at friending complete strangers. I don't think I'll respond, but that's the problem with neighbors -- what if I run into him in the hallway and am subsequently identifiable only as "that girl with the striped underwear who wouldn't even respond to my facebook message, bitch"?

I think I can handle being the building bitch. Either way, I am tired and way overdue to go to bed. The befuddling conundrums of social networking can wait until morning.

In which I'm a tease

Monica and I are still working our way through BSG. She's been avoiding spoilers (mostly), to the point where she hasn't even seen screencaps or promo art from any of the later seasons (which is way impressive when I think about some of the things I'd been spoiled for at this point). So with her permission I'm posting some teaser images, nothing too spoilery (or are they???), primarily "interesting" images to get her wondering. We're almost done with 2.5 (we've got the 2-part finale left), and I wish I'd thought to do this earlier, because pictures of Roslin kissing Adar, Six downloading into a tub of goo, and Adama drowning the baby on Kobol would've been really fabulous options. Alas.

But there's still Roslin kissing Baltar, right?

Hee.

Sweet Surrender... in my pants.

I'll post a real post soon, with words and thoughts of my own and everything, but in the meantime, a bit of silliness to hold you over. Shannon introduced me to what may be the best meme ever. It's the traditional Itunes meme with a twist: Put your Ipod on shuffle and list the first 15 song titles that come up... and add "in my pants" to the end of each one. My favorite ones that have come up between the two of us so far have been:

If I Had a Hammer... in my pants.
Hide and Seek... in my pants.
All These Things I've Done... in my pants.
Michael's Ride... in my pants.
Tour of the Kingdom... in my pants.
God That's Good! ...in my pants.
Go Down Easy... in my pants.
Another Day in Paradise... in my pants.
She Don't Use Jelly...in my pants.
I Need a Hero...in my pants.
Dirty Hands... in my pants.
Fireworks... in my pants.

Sometimes I'm a 12 yr old boy. What can I say.

Also, some fruit of the internet:

Best geek-related demotivational posters.

For local interest, this Craigslist ad.

If you didn't catch it on my Twitter, here. Sound required.

Further picspammery

I so seldom take pictures that now that I actually have, for once, you're getting barraged. Look guys! Evidence that I have a camera! Besides, Fall in New Hampshire = very pretty. Who doesn't want to see pictures of that?

The shoreline at my grandparents' was in full color:

Taking wedding pictures down at the town docks the next day (I actually snagged this one from facebook. The other wedding pics were from fb as well):



I love this picture. All lisa's cousins, friends, etc. are diligently working on scrapbooks and last-minute wedding details while she's over there snuggling with the fiancé. (Although she sort of deserved it at that point.):



And Happy Halloween! I went to a work-friend's party last night, and was desperately trying to figure out a costume at the last minute. At first I was just going to go as Liz Lemon, since I'd just have to wear office clothes and my glasses, but I made a big mistake: Liz Lemon doesn't have curly hair, I thought to myself. She has straight hair! I haven't straightened my hair in years! I'll straighten it, and try to curl it a bit at the ends!

Straight Holly hair, I discovered two hours later, looks perhaps even less like Liz Lemon hair than regular Holly hair does. >:/ Since I didn't have time to reset my curls and didn't want to be confused with Jennifer Aniston from Friends, I went about desperately trying to figure out who else has straight brown hair with blond hilights.

I settled on the character below, specifically from the scene below, since I don't own the iconic cigarette lighter, long black dress w/tons of pearls/diamonds, big hats, whatever/etc. of the other scenes:





Not the most creative or recognizable costume, but I was running out of time.

Here's a close-up on the hairstyle she wears in that scene, since I'm pretty proud of how my attempt at styling mine ended up going. I mean, Holly hair, even straight, is fluffier than normal-people hair (sigh), but still, it's a going down as a big SUCCESS in my book.

The best part is the monk's face at the end

Aaugh, my dad's getting old, guys. I just started to notice it in the last few weeks, but since the heart attack he's been looking older, mostly in the way he holds himself. He's more stooped. He's still tall and strong, but he walks more like an old man now, and he doesn't stand up as straight. He's acting older, too, although I think that change has been more gradual. He's never been the best listener, but he's developed that old person's habit of not absorbing almost anything you say because he's so focused on the conclusion he's already reached, and if you try to point out that you were saying something different than what he thought, he doesn't really absorb it. Also, his tendency to gripe and criticize has become more pervasive and very "back in my day" in tone, like he's crossed the line where he can no longer accept that things just change and has started taking it personally, or like it's all a dire commentary on the downfall of western civilization. He's not like that all the time, but it happens pretty often. It feels kinda like the beginning of the end. :/ Blurg.

Gracie has a knack for knowing when it's time to get back in people's good graces, and caught a mouse yesterday. Or rather, she cornered one long enough for me to get a bowl over it, which is good enough. I'm a bit of a wuss when it comes to killing cute, fuzzy animals, even if they spread disease, so I released it at the other end of the parking lot next to the dumpster. I'm not quite sure how to go about killing a mouse in a way that wouldn't involve mess and squishing anyway. My grandma flushed them live, but I worry it might stop up the toilet, and I'm not keen on the idea of drowning animals, even mice. So I let it go, far from my building, like the soft-hearted pansy I am.

On an unrelated note, I'm downright in love with this video at the moment. Can we all take a moment to acknowledge the difficulty this level of coordination would involve?:

Mawwiage is what bwings us heaow togevah...

My cousin just got hitched! The wedding was in New Hampshire, and it was absolutely gorgeous. Of all the times I've been to NH, I'd never been there in the fall, and it was amazing. My uncle actually took me on a motorcycle ride through the mountains Friday morning -- it was in the mid thirties (I wore 2 pairs of jeans and 3 pairs of socks), but it was totally worth it. Anyway, wedding....


Lisa was gorgeous.



More gorgeousness. If you look closely you'll notice she wore white All-Stars.



Her husband Kreg's a good looking guy, too.



It was beautiful, but really cold out (mid to upper 40sish?). The bridesmaids huddled together for warmth, despite some of us having only just met each other. It appears I am officially Not Paying Attention.



Here I am walking down the aisle. We had a last minute GIRLS! THE GUYS ARE ALREADY UP THERE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE GOING GO GO GO panic, and I totally forgot to smile til I was almost at the front. Oops.



Her daddy about to give her away:



When he was asked who gives this woman in marriage, he answered "her mother, her brother, and I," which was touching and bittersweet. Also, they walked down the aisle to an old recording of her brother John playing Pachabel's Canon. (John passed away 5 years ago.)

Vows:



Aren't they disgustingly adorable?



Exhaustipated.

Things I like, part deux

-Fall. I love fall. Some of the trees around here right now look too bright to be real; it makes me wish I were living in the country again.

-Spiced cider. Nom.

-My avocado green walls. Also, the independence having my own place affords. My dad would never go for avocado green accent walls.

-Blankets straight out of the dryer. I realize this is a go-to "happy list" entry, but....

-Orange peach mango juice.

-Christians who aren't crazy.

-Gracie when she's not peeing on my couch. Unfortunately this has been happening a lot lately, but it does bring us back to "blankets straight out of the dryer," so until I get a nice couch, she's getting away with it.

-Shakespeare.

-Women playing kickass Shakespearean dudes. Like this!! Look, guys!!: