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Every once in a while I meet someone through friends of friends and wind up seeing an apartment like this at more or less random. It's one of the great pleasures of living in New York City. I remember once, leaving a club at two in the morning because a group of us were annoyed and someone's flat was near by, so we decided to go there for drinks and it was like this 1930s, film noir, science fiction paradise. It was a whole 'nother world that felt as if the sun never penetrated it, so complete was the illusion of its existence outside of time.

Chatroulette sounds like the fabulously wild west dark ages of the Internet, just now with video.

For women in America, equality remains an illusion.

Looks like it's going to be Lieberman who introduces the bill to repeal DADT. Yay bill. But seriously? We have to start respecting Lieberman or something again? Meanwhile, a study shows that, duh, gay soldiers not disruptive.

Pediatricians want warning labels on foods that pose a choking risk to children. While I get that this is a serious issue, to me, this sounds a little bit like the warning labels on cups that tell us coffee is hot.

Andrew Koenig is missing.

Tonight I really, really need to take inventory on what needs to happen last minute for Gally. Which is to say, figure out where all the relevant clothing items are, figure out what needs to be replaced last minute because I can't find it, figure out what needs to go to the dry cleaners etc. Also, I've got to get my hair trimmed like woah. I mean, it looks cute enough, but it's not _right_.

Also? I am super tense about whether there will be flight delays on Thursday.

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[brewsternorth.livejournal.com]

this sounds a little bit like the warning labels on cups that tell us coffee is hot.

*nods* Or, for the Douglas Adams fans, like the character in one of the H2G2 books who decides that the Earth must have gone mad when he discovers that there are now instructions for use on a packet of toothpicks. (And that was in the 1980s.)

[smirnoffmule.livejournal.com]

There used to be a sign at the bottom of the stairs at Birmingham Moor St station saying "Please take care when using the stairs." Every time I went up there it made me WTF because seriously, who is walking up these stairs who doesn't know about stairs?

It's not there any more, but I still honour its memory with a retrospective WTF whenever pass by. And wonder if incidents of stair misuse have risen significantly since it was taken down.