18 June 2009

i may not ever understand ipod vending machines

But seriously, I just don't understand why there is a need for an ipod vending machine in the airport.

This week I have found myself immersed in the big city of Washington DC. Sort of. I'm actually at a conference. But I have come to realize that DC isn't all that bad after all. I think I always dropped it off the list of places to move because it defied my "i want to move west" mentality.

Maybe I should have taken a clue when 6 friends moved there in the past 3 years.

And despite the touristy trap, I went to two museums. But I did find it funny (as in laughing at myself out loud) when I walked into the room where the Hope Diamond is, and I was immediately attracted not to the itsy bitsy diamond, but to the TWO GIANT meteorites in the corner. I stood there by myself while all the diamond-thirsty folks oo'hed and aw'ed around the diamond (which, mind you, was in a glass cage and spinning in a circle).

But the meteorites were really, really cool.

As was the huge section on the history of the interstate system. Nerd alert.

14 June 2009

making up for lost time

And I wondered why it took ten tries to get the gas pump to work this morning. I should add this as a FAIL.


There comes a time when that frozen pizza isn't always going to be the best option. I had one of those a few weeks back.

I was rather excited about my spicy chicken supreme pizza but for some reason Digiorno decided to ruin it with an unsuspected surprise. I had unwrapped the pizza, taken the cardboard off the bottom, even added some tomatoes and pine nuts myself. Again, rather excited for a good pizza.

After a few minutes in the oven, I smelled some smoke. Thinking it was just something burning from the last pizza I had cooked, I didn't care to look. Then it got worse. Then the smoke alarm went off.

Problem? Seems that Digiorno decided to put TWO (count them, 1-2) carboard circles under the pizza this time. So at 425 degrees, cardboard pretty much adheres to the bottom of the pizza and burns to a nice crisp. Nothing like scraping the ingredients off into a plate and eating cheese and whatnot for dinner. It takes a lot for me to get mad.. but I was so mad.