Blog of Billy

Alright. I'm better now. %)

Four quick updates to things I don't like about my phone

• When sending a text message there is NO POSSIBLE WAY to
  include a semicolon, outside of the pre-done winky face. How will I ever flirt again?
• The T9word thing doesn't have an immediately obvious way to add
  words to its dictionary.
• When I try to send a text to multiple recipients, the phone will mysteriously add random people from my recent outbox. I can delete them and get the list I want, but it's really odd.
• Bluetooth is finicky, at least under linux.

Jessica Marlin's wedding was on Saturday, and as beautiful as any I've seen, though the crowd was a bit more...sophisticated than I was expecting. I'm sure her family was pleased to see as many as came. It was especially good to see Fike, and little Carrie Spielman I haven't seen in years is way hot now. Not that she wasn't before, but wow. I'm looking forward now to another debate reunion thing, where I can hear crazy stories about crazy times. Probably not as crazy as Phil Donahue hugging Snuffleupagus, but then again, what can be?

Shortly (read: hours) before the wedding, because I'm just that kind of lazy person, I went to Dillards to pick up a nice shirt and tie that I could wear out. The tie that got picked out for me is actually a rather nice one, and the shirt that went with it was also lovely. Both, though are significantly more expensive than the clothes I generally buy at the grocery store late at night. Significant like a two-digit percentage of the weekly Denise budget. Given that, I expected them to be of slightly higher quality than the union-bashing brands of Honduras manufacture. Oh, but my faith was misplaced. I put the shirt on after wrestling with the bizarre pins and plastic things and ironing out the square wrinkles, only to find out that there was a rather lovely hole just above my right nipple. Suffice it to say I had just enough time to engineer a solution involving scotch tape and not caring before I had to be out the door, obvious little scratch and all. So now, the shirt is in its little bag with receipt and separate proof-of-purchase sticker and waiting to be exchanged for a shirt that is a bit more consistently woven. The tie even succumbed to two little dangling threads that had to be clipped. What is the world of high fashion coming to?

It's fine. I think I wanted French cuffs anyway.

You remind me of home.
The heater's warm but fills the room
with a potpourri of dust and gas fumes.