It's been almost a week since I posted anything, but then, it's Spring Break, and I didn't go anywhere (while my friends did), so I've had nothing to post. I've been doing a lot of sleeping, and using the treadmill, and trying to get the house ready to sell. There are many worse things, really, but none of these activities provide good blogging fodder.
Apparently, "none...provide," rather than "none...provides," is correct. That blows my grammar-nerd mind. I mean, I have no reason to think that this is particularly trustworthy, but it sounds convincing.
When I grow up, I want to be one of those doctors whose job is to go on TV and scare the mother-loving piss out of people by talking about the latent dangers in things that everyone does all the time and lives to tell about it. The guy on Regis and Kelly right now (and I'm not nearly as okay with watching Regis and Kelly as I am with crying at movies; it just happened to be on after I finished watching the Tivo'ed Daily Show) is some kind of expert on germs and contagions and the like, and just said that a single drop of vomit or diarrhea can infect a million people. Therefore, America's largest terrorist threat is, in fact, our own children ages 0-9. It's so simple! Bring our boys home. And then send them into our homes. This threat must be neutralized.
In a similar vein, there was a guy on the Today Show the other day (may actually have been the same guy--they all have wild gray hair and bushy mustaches, which I suppose they think makes them look like Einstein or something) talking about how long it was safe to keep different foods in your fridge/freezer/pantry. I don't want to exaggerate or misrepresent what he said or anything, but I'm pretty sure the gist was that if you've had that TV dinner in your freezer for more than twelve hours, you're going to die. Don't even look at it.
And that's really all there is to talk about. Back to the cleaning.
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