mila is going to be late for work because she was busy setting up the pvr (which, incidentally, they seem to call 'dvr' out here) to record "more to love," the new show from the creator of the bachelor in which one man tries to find love among twenty plus sized women. could TV, and mila, have hit (ample) bottom?
as the relaxed lifestyle of dermatology draws to an end and I must start to take overnight call, I am somewhat troubled by the fact that I cannot seem to find that etro overnight bag at which I vigorously hinted last time I was shopping with mila. there really are not that many hiding places around here. maybe mila stashed it in the storage locker?
does anyone know if there are any sweet pipe organs around here? I could really go for some live bach.
please be advised that the room formerly known as the den/office/that other room/guestroom shall now be referred to as 'the study'.
to the ebay jerk who refuses to send me more pictures of the type catalogue I would otherwise be bidding on: if I blow my ebay budget on lamps before you can bother to send me pics of your lousy book of fonts, it will be your funeral, mister. a funeral of no ebay bids.
I hope when my doctor boss said that we could discuss pigmented skin lesions during our teaching session tomorrow she actually meant that we could discuss the iso specifications for shipping containers. because I just read a lot about that. about the shipping containers, that is, not so much about the skin business.
by way of followup to last week's polite request to sir paul:
gentlemen from kiss, may I respectfully ask you to turn down your guitars and also your drums? also I guess the vocals are a bit loud too.
just got a condo newsletter, in which they invited all interested members to join the decor committee. I hardly need to tell you that I am interested, if only to topple whatever despot has imposed so much blond wood upon the building. unfortunately to join the committee you have to talk to the super, who is a bit of a man's man. but joining the decor committee seems, how do you say, not so manly? so how am I going to get in on this without losing face? I almost broached the subject when I bumped into the super on the elevator this morning, but doing so while wearing a pink gingham shirt seemed less than ideal.
as dusk falls and I sit on the floor of the den polishing our silver, I am troubled by the lighting situation in here. so far there is only a lone desk lamp, which falls far short of my 3-lamp-per-room minimum. MINIMUM. okay so no big problem, you are thinking. just get some more lamps. well actually you are wrong, it is an enormous problem. "severus... please..." huge (OMG HARRY POTTER INSIDE JOKE I AM MORE PUMPED FOR THE MOVIE THAN OLIVER WOOD WAS BEFORE THE MATCH AGAINST SLYTHERIN IN HIS LAST YEAR).
anyway so lighting crisis. there is really nowhere in here to put any more lights. no surfaces for table lamps, no suitable places on the floor for a floor lamp. well I do not exactly know what to do, but I will keep you updated as this epic progresses.
okay got to go, something is going down on this 'so you think you can dance' rerun.
p.s. mila how is work?
got so sunburned yesterday. the sun nazis over in dermatology are not going to be pleased. maybe I will tell them it was a spray-on gone terribly awry. good thing clinic days are only a few hours long - you can only get berated so much when you are out of the office by noon.
so, one of my doctor bosses wants to take us out on his boat this week
pros:
sweet
beats work
wind whipping at my coat
cons:
seasick
short notice to find sailing outfit
as if 36-hour chocolate chip cookies weren't bad enough, mila and I just enjoyed a sandwich that took me two hours to make. I have got to stop giving in to these high maintenance chefs. two hour sandwiches, honestly.
well, my new labcoat does have a touch of waist suppression, so that's okay I guess, but I certainly wouldn't complain if they brought in the shoulders an inch or so. and it wouldn't kill them to trim out the sleeves, either.
p.s. I have a killer craving to have some calling cards made. I am not yet sure whom I would give them to, though. I will have to start calling on more people.
p.p.s. KILLER craving.
whenever I post a blog I usually ask mila to read it over to make sure it is up to the usual EV standard. well I just asked her to read my latest blog and she said she would but then I hear "KEVIN JONAS JUST GOT ENGAGED, sorry, maybe I can read your blog later."
getting the buzzer set up in our new building has been, as they say, a fiasco. at first, the buzzer went to my cell phone, and that was all fine and I could have nice convos with everyone down in the lobby, but for some reason could not buzz anyone in. we might have survived this condition, but whenever we went downstairs to let someone in, we inevitably forgot our keys, and so joined the visitor on the wrong side of a locked door.
so we asked the super to change the buzzer to our landline, thinking this might fix things. no problem, he assured us, he would get right on it as soon as he got back from his day trip to digby. well I happened to run into the super while he was attempting to reprogram the buzzer machine. MOST PAINFUL THING I HAVE EVER WATCHED. it was like watching grandparents try to book airline tickets online. PAINFUL. and I was socially bound to stay there and watch him as he mashed buttons on the keypad for what I am pretty sure was a few hours.
well now there are about five entries for us in the buzzer system, with various misspellings and typos, which ring up to god knows which phone numbers, and none of which seem to work. also I am pretty sure he deleted some of our neighbour's buzzer numbers.
anyway the upshot of all this is that I managed to spy the super's access code for the buzzer system. so the plan for tonight is to don a ski mask, head to the lobby, and take matters into my own hands, buzzer system cybervigilante-style.
