things that are dissatisfying

[healingmirth]

So, I'm maybe, possibly, a month from having a place of my own again. We're going to look at a place tomorrow, and I really, really hope it's going to work out, because:

• this house is apparently submitting its application to be the site of a biblical plague.
  
  Following up on the mayfly infestation of a month or so ago, the house was swallowed by a swarm of ladybugs around 2pm today. Technically they're the japanese beetle things that look like ladybugs that aren't, but whatever. Gross


• on the way to volleyball last night, my dad asked if I was familiar with Monty Python. This was by way of transition to talking about how fabulous it is that some satellite radio station is broadcasting (transmitting? playing? broadcasting isn't the right word in this case, right?) their skits for the next two weeks. Then he asked if I'd seen "Monty Python's Flying Circus" in New York or London. (Hint: that is not the name of the Broadway show.) I just don't even know what to do with that. "Uh, yes, Dad, I've heard of Monty Python?"
  
  To be fair, this is not entirely his fault; given that he is clearly out of touch with pop culture (which is fine) I have no reason to expect that he'd know what I know and what I don't. Still.


• I have a cousin who is a kickass college soccer player. Every time one of her games is on, my dad asks if I played soccer in high school. Hint: No, I did not. In addition to not having played on a soccer team ever, in my entire life, I also have not been to London since I was 5, and I haven't left North America since 2003. (This is actually related to the previous bullet, but. Seriously, Dad? My life is not that eventful, and it is depressing to realize the lack of familiarity my father has with its events.) The sooner I get some distance from my dad, the sooner I will stop being angry at him for things that, I assume, he can't help. Old dogs, new tricks, and whatnot.


• I miss cooking. I miss living near...anything. Like stores, or my friends. Last night, my mom and I discussed the possibility (facetiously, sort of...) of turning their house into a museum, so that my mom can keep all her stuff cleaned and organized, all the time, and she can go live somewhere else with the dogs.

In completely unrelated news, Dancing with the Stars continues to not be engaging (surprise, surprise...) I would watch Mark Ballas and Maksim Chmerkovskiy until the end of time, but I'm not loving any of the celebrities. It's not even that they're going for increasingly B-list celebrities.

However! Kelly Osbourne! Kelly spraining her ankle, and Ozzy pushing her off in her wheelchair and riding in the ambulance! I never watched their reality show, but if I remember correctly, she was sort of a brat, at the time? I am not usually a sucker for families, parents-or-children in the audience, whatever, but they are just too precious for words.

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ETA: Also! potentially awesome things? 2012 (apocalypse! John Cusack!) and The Men Who Stare at Goats (George Clooney! Ewan McGregor! Kevin Spacey! "a secret, psychic military unit"). I saw the first commercials for each tonight. Discuss.