Another coworker announced at the staff meeting that she’s retiring at the end of this month. She said she remembered the day she started, which was in the fall of 1991. Then someone remarked how in 1991, he was deciding to take the bar exam. And then it snowballed from there, and people were like, “I was a freshman in college,” or “I was working on my masters,” and “that’s when my kid was born,” and then they looked at me and I said, “I wasn’t even in preschool yet… since I was two.”
Sure is great being the youngest all the time :S
Oh, so apparently Easter must be soon or something because two sets of neighbors invited us to their churches recently. One guy talked to my husband when he was out on our lawn and asked him if we had a church we attended (we don’t), if we were planning to attend one (we aren’t), and if we have kids (we don’t). Then he wanted to know if he could give us flyers for his church and Husband, not wanting to hurt the guy’s feelings I assume, said okay. He then took those flyers and threw them away as soon as he got back into the house. So I guess people can tell we’re not Christian, but since we’re apparently not obviously involved in another tradition, we are fair game for evangelism.
Trying to think of books to review for a newsletter I read. Looking over my Goodreads to see which books I recently read that I liked a lot and so far it’s just Words of Radiance by Brandon Sanderson, which, obviously, is the most amazing fantasy book of 2014. But I wanna review something more.. unusual. But I think it’d be strange to submit something for The Ethical Slut, which was also a good book. Maybe The Telling by LeGuin? Decisions, decisions.
So Husband and I saw the new Captain America last night and we both feel it’s the best of the Marvel Universe movies so far. Black Widow’s character was well-written and not annoying (and didn’t feel like a sidekick), the hand-to-hand combat didn’t feel ridiculous (like it can sometimes when it’s, like, robots hitting each other. Why do they have robots punching each other all the time? They can’t feel pain!), plus Chris Evans’s shoulders. Holee chit.
If I could pick a way to go out, it’s sandwiched between Chris Evans and Lee Pace. Goodness gracious!
— America’s Rape Problem: We Refuse to Admit That There Is One by Jessica Valenti (via zubat)