I hear it at night, the sound of electricity. The whir-click, whir-click-click, that I can only hear at night.

Sunday Morning, brought to me by CBS

One of my favorite things is to wake up early on Sundays and tune my television to CBS. Charles Osgood, with his cute bowtie, makes me think of a world before the advent of starbucks and the Gap. A time when men wore suits and women wore dresses.
His voice is soothing, perfect for Sunday morning, his voice a lullaby, easing me into the day.
I get terribly upset when someone else fills in for Charles, more so if they wear a bowtie, which insults me. Do they think I'll be tricked and think he is Charles?
The show itself is sort of NPR with pictures. I love that. It's as if I'm a child again and CBS, my family, is close to me, telling me stories.

marc and me

marc and me 
I recently went to Washington to visit Marc, the badass. As I expected, Marc is still a badass. I'm interested in him. Literally. I think I might move to Washington and see how this pans out.

OMG!

I watch a lot of t.v. (& I luv pop culture) & whIl recntly watchN an episode of "r%m Raiders" on MTV, I saw a comercial 4 "My Super swEt 16" & @ d nd of d ad a Pepsi logo flashed on d scrEn & d voice-over sed: "brawt 2 U commercial frE by Pepsi". I wntd 2 run out & buy a case of Pepsi 2 thx dem 4 saving me d pain of CN d sAm old commercial Ovr & Ovr 'gen.
DIS iz d nu TV, brawt 2 U by Pepsi. By d way, Im a Coke 3:o) (Coke iz it!) so it doesn't mean Im switching 2 Pepsi. I jst wnt 2 point out dat MTV (o Pepsi, I dun knO which) iz breakN nu ground w refRnce 2 advertiZn

...What?

I love mail. I love email, voicemail, text messages, IM's, and snailmail. I love it all. I get really excited when I walk into my mailroom everyday and open up my very own (well, I share it with my roommate)mail cubby. I love to receive catalogues, and prefer to shop online so that I get those little slips of paper that inform me I have a package - oooh, oooh, and sometimes I even get a KEY to a big ol' cubby that has my package inside of it!!!
I love the fact that at 1400 everyday, my mail is in it's cubby, waiting for me to come and get it. Today at 1720 I went to the mailroom to get my Joy and to my surprise there was a big, fat, sweaty mailman in there putting mail in their respective cubbies. I was confused because

a)the mail is supposed to be delivered by 1400
and
b)what the fuck is a USPS employee doing working after oh, 1500?


So I asked the guy what he was doing there which may have discredited me because he was, obviously, delivering the mail, but again, I was confused (refer to a) and b) above). Then, the panic set in. I was relying on my mail being there!! *terror* Maybe it wasn't 1720, maybe it was 1320 and I was in a parallel universe. *dizzy* Was there a "mail emergency" earlier that prevented the delivery of my mail at its appointed time of 1400? *dread* Would my mail arrive in an unharmed state? The possibilities became instantly endless.
Slightly exasperated, I asked him if he generally worked this late (mostly to test my theory about the alternate universe) and his reply was,
"We work until all the mail is delivered, Ma'am."
Whoa. I am in an alternate universe.