I have wasted the day grading papers (you know, that thing known as “work,” which I have to do for my “job” so I can “earn” my “money”) and then spent the evening at my friend’s improv show (that thing known as “fun” that I occasionally get to have). So I am feeling both smugly productive and cheery, but not full of time to write a great post.
Instead you are stuck with pictures unearthed from the depths of my phone! I had been thinking that I couldn’t do a photo post until I got my laptop back from the shop, but then I remembered all the wealth of random snaps on my iPhone’s hard drive — just sitting there waiting for a moment like this to come into their glory! So here are a few of my favorites from way back:
Whiskey sodas with lime, pictured on Clarabella's kitchen counter. I'm sure this turned into a night of much revelry and possibly also singing.
My favorite green Chucks on the day I bought them. I need to wear these more often!
Grey, misty days. It looks very nearly not hellish out there! I hope more of these are headed my way.
Naptime with the dog. Do you ever wish you had a cute little furry hot water bottle that occasionally looked at you with big sad eyes and then sighed? Of course you do!
And there you go! Coming soon for NaBloPoMo, I’ve also got some very thoughtful-type thoughts about teaching, why I don’t like to be called “Miss,” and maybe a video of my dog doing tricks. Do you have any requests?
Raveling Out 
Indigo Girls Karaoke! I remember it well!
You don’t like to be called Miss because you’re a frakkin’ DOCTOR for fuck’s sake. Yes, I combined frak and fuck in a sentence. Well, anyway, if I were a Doctor of anything, I’d want to be called Doc all the time. ALL the time. Doc Ruby, bone hunter. Maybe someday.
C – Yes, and we were totally sitting out there singing all loudly and boisterously and it turned out that Philly had been out there too, all along, at the dark end of the deck. Tee hee. I also have funny pictures of you and Ruby from that night that are, of course, staying on the phone.
R – Yep, that says it! I mean, I do plan to wax on about it a bit, but you’ve got the main point. One day you can be Dr. Ruby, and I can be Dr. Vague, and C can be Dr. Clarabella, and so on! We shall all demand to be referred to by our proper honorifics at all times.
the “miss” thing reminds me of when clients ask me, without a trace of irony, if they should hire a “real lawyer.”
Seriously? SERIOUSLY? Ugh. And how do you manage not to punch them in the face when they say this?
I kind of have my theories about who gets treated this way and by whom and why, but I’ll save it for the actual future post.
Sheesh, man.
Requests? Well, ok, if you were to do another “I Wish it was Winter” mix CD what would you put on it? Not that I’m suggesting that you actually do this, since I’m sure the last time was a major hassle.
I second Brandon’s request, minus the part about it being a major hassle. After the long hot summer, I’m ready to start the Mix CD Challenge again. Also, given this NaBloPoMo thing, music and the mixing thereof contains plenty of blog fodder. Are you with me?
Okay, I have no helpful suggestions, but I did want to share that I have a pair of turquoise Chucks and I DO wear them all the time. That’s all I have this morning — sorry.