It's Hump Day, and I'm still busy as fuck at work. But I feel as though I've been neglecting this heap of crap I call a journal/blog/whatever. Really, I've been neglecting myself, see.
My stereo receiver is kind of busted right now. It's a drag. I have this old Sony receiver from the '80s or something that is a hand-me-down from Kevin from someone. My friends who are so inclined first suggested I unplug the speakers and see if it turns on right; to no avail. Then they started spamming links to vintage Marantz receivers on eBay.
In the meantime, I can't listen to stuff on my computer. Argh. That makes it difficult to do things I've been meaning to do, like make mix CDs. There are people in my life (particularly people I don't see much of) who deserve some cool mixes, and I'm thinking perhaps I should make a standard/signature mix of my own, of my life at the moment. Something like Songs You Should Like If You Think We Are Friends At All. Because I'm usually so pushy about musical taste that you have to like the same things as me to earn my respect, you know.
I recently learned that not *every* girl had the horse thing as a kid. By "horse thing," I mean the interest/obsession with horses and ponies, wanting to ride them and pet them and own them and be princesses and have unicorns and all that crap. I know two who didn't. Odd.
Veronica Mars still rocks fucking hard, okay? So does Arrested Development. And I am positive they are both going to get canned after this season, if not sooner. Thanks a lot, guys.
Tonight I baked three kinds of brownies for an office potluck. I do tend to overdo, but I couldn't resist: one of the potluck's honorees requested peanut butter brownies, which I made in a split pan with plain brownies, using a combination of the America's Test Kitchen brownie recipe and this random recipe for the peanut butter marbling. I also decided, for the heck of it, to whip up a pan of vegan brownies with walnuts. My vegetarian lunch buddy is lacto-veg and tries to avoid eggs, so it's to be nice, but they are actually delicious on their own merits. We shall see how it all turned out tomorrow.
Additionally, I offered to make some tabbouleh for another coworker's contribution, and she gave me a tenspot for the privilege. Woo.
That is about it, really. Netflix lately has been stuff like Angels in America and the second season of Dead Like Me, as well as Before Sunset which I could have slept through and 8 1/2 which I can't seem to devote any attention to yet. The section of my queue populated with classics and well-regarded films from the 1970s is popping up. Oh, and I went to see A History of Violence, which felt like a really heavy film that, upon reflection, was kind of fluffy and pointless, in a well-done way.