Tuesday night, I spent approximately three hours trying to solve the "TEXAS+GREAT=STATE" math problem I ran across in the Nov. 21 entry over at The Real Bryan Adams. Three hours. And then I thought that I had mixed up the order of the words in the problem so I switched them, and spent an hour trying to solve it that way. And I still could not manage. Then I tried to look up a solution on line (unsuccessfully), and I have spent probably another two hours, if you add up all the spare minutes I have devoted to thinking about it here and there, working on it since. Since I assume I can actually still do simple math, that comes to...3+1+2=Six hours! Working on one stupid fifth-grade math problem. And I have yet to find a solution, which makes me think that I am irretrievably stupid. Stupid math problem. About stupid Texas. Sheesh.
Things about the hot that I like: No jacket. Skin everywhere! Sunshine. Muscle shirts. Walking into an air conditioned building. My new aviator sunglasses. Evening rain.
Things about the hot that I do not like: Sweating. Sneezes. Being out of an air conditioned building for too long. Overwhelming humidity. Pronounced scent of urine at certain street corners...and subway stops.
I want to eat a great big hamburger. And a extra double thick chocolate shake. And an avocado. And watermelon, the non-grainy kind. Lemon bars. A German Chocolate cake. Sweet tea.
Also there are two days left until we have our new apartment! With our new bed! And new sheets and a new shower curtain! We picked up keys and signed a lease and paid a bazillion dollars just yesterday. And we walked around the empty space and I think I may have giggled a lot. In the interim, my current living room is filled to capacity with boxes, and my old mattress is lying flat on the floor, which made me feel like something had gone very wrong indeed when I woke up in a blind panic at about 3 am last night and realized that the windowsills were above my head.
Also, why are numbers so often written as three (3) or ten (10)? Is that to help people who do not know how to read figure out what is being discussed? I would imagine that if they cannot read the context, knowing what number of things is being mentioned will not help much. But could, I suppose, provide entertainment for the casual observer, watching an illiterate person trying to fill in nouns like a Mad Lib. "(9)...Monkeys! Monkeys....licking a...stinky, um...bottlecap!"
Furthermore, why in holy hell would Judge Reinhold's parents name him Judge? Honestly.