Quote of the day and a shower of bullets

"If I won the lottery, I would hire David Attenborough to narrate my life for a day."

-The Duke

(Please, some of my fellow geeks, tell me you know who that is. Planet Earth is like the coolest documentary series EVER.)

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My mind seems to be working in point form these days. My tendencies towards rumination aren't exactly my best hidden trait-- most of what is running through my mind these days is "How am I moving in a week? And how many boxes can this pedestrian wonder and transit queen reasonably carry from a store at once?" Unfortunately, while there are numerous sources of boxes to be scavenged in the city, my wee little arms can only haul so many at once, so I am still woefully under-boxed. 

For those inquiring minds, the Duke and I are moving in together (or taking the cohabitation plunge, as I dubbed it previously). We've found a lovely apartment in one of those three story walk-up buildings that looks like a box on the outside, and has horrendous purple carpeting in the hallways and stairwell, but is surprisingly fantastic in the suite. He is now seeing me in my full neurotic glory, as I query about how many bowls he has, and what we should name our future fish (we decided to go with classic theorists in our disciplines, meaning one will be named Sigmund).

Anyways, if you haven't figured out already, a moving Princess = very bad blogging Princess (it's science, dammit!). However, I am trying to pull out at least a few random thoughts, in an exceedingly stilted manner...

• Best drinking game ever? Drinking every time a hockey announcer uses a double entendre to describe the ongoing game. For instance, today "squirting" was the descriptive term of choice whenever the puck was deflected, and the puck apparently "rimmed" the boards.
• A friend of mine has a bit of a camping phobia. As such, in a move an exposure therapist would be proud of, she decided to prepare herself for an upcoming summer festival by setting up a tent in the middle of her living room. I arrived to find her and another friend drinking in the tent, with all her furniture piled in a corner, with the window open to simulate the cold, a lamp overhanging the tent to simulate the moon, and fake palm fronds on top to simulate cedar trees.
• It's intriguing how archived text messages provide such an interesting snapshot of a person's life. As I was packing, I found my old cell phone, which had around 150 text messages stored from a year and a half ago. It was like a weird one-sided time capsule.
• Frosty floats from Wendy's are nowhere near as delicious as you'd expect.
• Am I one of the only women on the planet who is comfortable with my boyfriend having female friends? I'm beginning to get suspicious, as whenever I make coffee plans with a male friend (who I've known on very platonic terms for 6 years now), it seems like something comes up with his new wife that prevents our meeting. I still haven't determined if this is coincidence or deliberate-- but we have another scheduled meeting on Tuesday night, so I guess time will tell....
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• And disturbing pop culture news of the week? A new book entitled My Beautiful Mommy. Not beautiful on her own, mind you-- this book is intended to help children come to terms with their mother having plastic surgery. In some ways, I guess I can understand the need, as it has to be scary for a child to see their mother covered in bandages, yet not explicitly harmed. However, even more aversive than the simple fact that there is a sufficient need for such a book is the fact that it has a happy ending in which everyone celebrates because "Mommy is even more beautiful!" 
• An excerpt: "You see, as I got older, my body stretched and I couldn't fit into my clothes anymore. Dr. Michael is going to help fix that and make me feel better." (Ironically, Mommy appears to be wearing a crop top in even her hideous pre-surgery state.)
• What they forgot to say: "Because there really is no other way to make me feel better about myself than Dr. Michael's solution. And you know mommy is too busy to exercise. At least it isn't like back in grandma's day, when you were stuck as ugly forever and ever!"