Random Acts of Thinking

Today's post is a mishmash, if you will, of random thoughts that have been floating around in my head. Even if it weren't random, I just really wanted to use the word mishmash in a sentence :) Yes, I'm being goofy...but I woke up to find it's about negative 2 degrees in my apt (after it was about 102 degrees last night)...so methinks the steam heat has gone awry (yes, brilliant stroke of deductive reasoning, I admit!)...and mehopes it will right itself soon...before my tooth-chattering actually chips a tooth (I like my nice teeth...would like to keep them)! Anywho...

LOST rocks! This season of LOST has been my favorite to date. Every episode answers at least one question or solves at least one mystery, yet leaves us with a bizillion (that's a real, real lot) more questions. The pace is fast, and I can't help but look forward to Thursday nights. I've always watched LOST, but even I must admit that season 2 and parts of season 3 were Boring (yep, with a capital B). I sure am glad I never gave up on this particular show!

DEXTER fooled me. When I heard it was coming to CBS, given that season 1 and season 2 have already aired on Showtime, I made the mistake of assuming this was season 3 premiering (yes, I know what happens to u and me when one assumes). Silly girl, new episodes are for kids. To my disappointment, when I went to watch the tape of this past Sunday's first CBS showing (yes, you read correctly, I said tape...as in VCR...as in unless I tell it to tape something, it ain't going to grow a brain and decide to tape it for me...and it won't then tape anything I might even remotely like based on the show it just taped...what can I say, I'm old school baby) it was the first show of the first season of DEXTER, which it just so happens I finished wathcing in a DVD marathon just last week. Figures!

*I must interrupt this regularly scheduled post to note that, as I type, I hear a hissing sound. Either my dilinquent radiator has reconsidered its position on the whole "no heat for you" stance, or I've got motherf- snakes in my motherf- dining room. I'm hoping it's the former.

Hope. It's what I've been holding on to, foolishly, to get me through the winter-that-will-not-end. In all the years I've lived at my current rental eutopia, I never once thought there would ever be the real possibility I could ice skate to my car. Ha. Such is my narrow mind. See, ever since the last honking huge snowfall a few weeks back (you know, the one where the whole world somehow ran out of ice), my street turned into a major, and quite permanent, sheet of ice. Even this week, innocent shoppers parking along my street to run into Great Harvest for a mere loaf of bread found themselves unable to get out of their parking spots. At least three times a week I've heard the telltale signs of tires whining...failing to gain purchase on what was once road but is now, apparently, Lake Evanston. And the whole "let's put down sand since we ran out of salt idea" didn't go over too well. All we ended up with is sandy ice...just as slippery, but now a lovely shade of beige. I cannot wait until (yes, I said until...I know this denotes hope that Spring will come, but what can I say, I'm a glutton for punishment) it finally warms up enough to melt this freaking ice once and for all. Until then, I skate to my car!

*Now there is hissing and clanging I hear...hooray for heat (at least I hope it's heat and not someone somehow trapped in the boiler room after going to investigate why it's negative 2 degrees in our building...and is now clanging on the pipes in a desperate attempt to be rescued...can you tell I read a lot of Stephen King?)!

NIU. This particular nugget won't be sarcastic. I want to extend my sympathies, condolences and thoughts to the families, friends and loved ones of those who were hurt and killed in the NIU tragedy. NIU is my alma mater...Cole Hall was the first building where I had classes as a freshman. I met one of my best friends there during freshman math...sat in the back of the hall and listened to her tales of going home on weekends because she'd just started dating the man she's now married w/children to. I had my first NIU crush there, too. I can't even fathom that this has happened. I considered posting a long blog dedicated just to this, but I admit I'm at a loss for what else to say. NIU will always be part of my history and my life...it's a great school that I hope can somehow find a way to go on in this sad time.

String cheese. I am a gal who does not cook. Not as in "I don't feel like it, so I rarely do it." As in "I have never cooked. Not once. The stove serves as a large, cumbersome decorative element." So, it would reason that I don't grocery shop as often as most. A few weeks back, I ventured to the store for a few items, and for some reason as I passed the dairy case on the way to the milk I knew, with absolute certainty, that string cheese was exactly what I needed. I used to love it as a kid, but truth be told haven't eaten it since high school. But who am I to balk in the face of absolute certainty. So I bought myself a pack...and guess what?? I can't stop eating it. It's my new favorite snack. It's like I've never had any form of cheese before, and not that I've tasted the blessed substance, I want nothing else. Perhaps I was part mouse in a former life? All I can say is I finished the last of the string cheese last night, and now I'm sad...I totally could have gone for some as a breakfast dish this a.m. Oh well, guess I'll have to strap on my ice skates and venture to the store.

*Houston, we have heat. Lovely :)

That's a wrap! (Signed the-no-longer-blue-due-to-hypothermia Green B...well, at the moment I'm more of a turquoise B, but who's splitting hairs)