love is…
knowing sleeping with your cold-infested germy wife is voluntarily consigning yourself to illness and misery – and getting in the bed anyway.
sorry i made you sick, baby!
exciting, informative, snarky, and very likely fabricated tales of life as an american expat in london
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i’m in ur house/impeachin ur d00dz via boingboing
(if you don’t get the reference, it’s explained here. hilarous [and ubiquitous] catz “i’m in ur” photos here.)
election humour, "i'm in ur..." hold on hope
anxiously awaiting the election results. (which won’t even begin to come in until midnightish here.)
because, you know, things *have* to start getting better. they just have to.
right?
midterm elections every night fireworks
we had k&t over for dinner last night, and of course, being bonfire night, the fireworks started going off shortly after dark and continued for hours. but around eight o’clock i stepped out onto our new balcony to let some cool air into the flat, and was instantly transfixed. i could see fireworks from canary wharf all the way to wimbledon – a horizon full of electric blooms hanging, glittering and dissolving in the night air, with a luminous milky full moon floating above the haze. it was absolutely beautiful – bursts of colour as far as the eye could see.
if only every night fireworks.
bonfire night, guy fawkes key lesson
what’s the most ridiculous amount of money you’d imagine paying to get a single pair of keys cut?
if you said £12, you’d be right!
when the hell did keys start costing £6 each!?? i wandered down the street, dropped off the keys, came back 5 minutes later, then had my jaw hit the floor when he said “that’ll be £11.80″. i had £8 on me and my phone (because who’d figure a set of keys would cost more than £8??) i had to leave my phone as collateral, take the original keys, go all the way back to the house and get more cash before returning to get robbed pay and collect the bloody keys. what’re they, made of gold or something?
gah.
lucky number seven
i’m inordinately happy that if you google “jen”, my site is on page 7.
woo hoo! number 67 out of 104,000,000!
yes, i am *that* pathetic.
shout out
a quick shout out to nicole in london, who, it turns out, is as nice and funny and smart in person as she is in her writing. it’s always strange meeting someone in real life who you only “know” via the internet but she’s definitely cool peeps – if you overlook her tragic brainwashing as a yankees fan 
(I’ll have to beat that out of her next time we get together, don’t you worry…)
mmmmm. lard.
made a full sunday roasted dinner this evening for our gracious househost.
you gotta love a menu so unapologetically stodgy that it calls for cooking with lard. because you can try making roasties** without it. but really, it’s the only way.
**roasted potatoes which are crispy on the outside, yet floury and fluffy on the inside
it’s here! it’s here!
the second most important day of the year for any bostonian…
(photo courtesy of boston.com)
sox meet the rangers today at 2pm EST, and offices all over the city will be empty.
i’ll be listening here, determined to get in as much sox-iness as possible before we leave.
red sox, opening day, baseball triple double luck
never found a double yolked egg in my life – and suddenly three double yolked eggs over the past two weekends.
that’s gotta be a good omen, right?
planet earth
Wow. if you haven’t yet seen the bbc’s planet earth series, i just cannot recomend it highly enough. sunday nights at 9:00 on bbc1. it puts you in jaw-dropping awe of this unbelievable planet we’re so lucky to be part of. absolute wonderment, and startling cinematography. you must take a look at some of the video here.
we already own blue planet, and i’m sure that planet earth will be out on dvd soon. a must have for any collection.
planet earth, bbc chuffed
i made chicken soup with dumplings, from scratch. without a recipe.
and it was goddamn *tasty*. hooray for me!
owie, owie, ouch, ouch
more sporting heartache – adam vinateri (Mr. golden foot of the 2 superbowl winning field goals) is leaving the patriots.
can everyone *please* just stay put??!!
wherein jen’s paranoia is vindicated
i know I tend to go on a bit about not trusting all these identifying and tracking devices which are supposed to make our lives so much easier and safer… but turns out, I have good reason to be suspicious.
rfid chips are the next frontier for hackers
the impact would be felt far beyond the corner grocery store. RFID is used for a range of tasks, from identifying pets to paying for gas, by just about everyone from Wal-Mart (WMT), the world’s largest retailer, to the Dept. of Defense. There are hundreds of millions of RFID tags being used worldwide today, and the tally will reach tens of billions within seven years…There’s a growing financial incentive for would-be RFID hackers, too. RFID tags are increasingly used in credit card payments and other financial transactions.
which could make life very interesting for the people deciding to voluntarily get chipped.
see? Sometimes I’m not as dumb as I look.
jabs
ugh. just went and got my lovely hepatitis A, typhoid, and yellow fever jabs.
Now I am just waiting for the angels of death to arrive.
lowbrow
lovelovelove “my name is earl”. since j and i rarely venture out of the house anymore, we are always parked in front of the telly at 10pm on friday evenings, eagerly awaiting that week’s riotous installment with our cup of tea and pudding.
(for anyone jealous of our upcoming trip, i present this example as evidence of how sad our social life has become: a half hour television show is one of the highlights of our week. the sacrifices we make!)
and yeah, we’re behind the times over here, so I’m late to this party, since it’s already a big hit in the states, but the dialogue is priceless. some of my favourite quotes:
Darnell: I’m already registered to vote.
Joy: What?
Darnell: Not that it matters, because until we reform the electoral college, the popular votes will be ignored, and we’ll keep electing Presidents that only get a minority of the vote.
Joy: That must be some black stuff. I don’t know what he’s talkin’ about
Joy: Woo, this things making me sweat like a whore in church, no offense, Patty.
Patty: None taken. I don’t go to church.
Earl: (on his fabricated stint in Iraq) Well, Buzz, it’s a lot like the beach. Except the sharks have guns, and they’re running around on the sand, shootin’ at you and yellin’ in a fish language you don’t understand.
Joy: I want half that lotto money, Earl.
Earl: Yeah? Well, I wanted a legitimate baby and a wife who didn’t huff paint on Thanksgiving, but I guess life’s full of little disappointments, now ain’t it?
You can’t buy that kind of bellylaugh. brilliant.
show, quotes, my name is earl a moral dilemma
I *looooovvvveee* peeps. I am addicted to peeps.
I have discovered that peeps are sold at asda. I hate asda. Asda is Wal-Mart. I hate Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart is evil. Asda is evil.
There can be only one explanation. This is a test from god.
one word: velveeta
proof that the brits know sweet fuck all about macaroni and cheese. This guy voluntarily eats (and rates) mac n’ cheese from a tin…
as if there’s any rating other than “crime against humanity”??! 
hockey happy
sunday, so trying to stay calm and relaxed. had a good run this morning with almost no knee pain, which is encouraging.
just watched sweden beat finland in the olympic men’s ice hockey finals… brilliant game. though i was rooting for underdog finland, they were just marginally outplayed by sweden, who were a bit tighter, had a better passing game, better flow, larger size, and a bit more energy. boston bruins forward pj axelsson now has a gold medal for his neck. (which is good, since it looks like, sadly, the bruins won’t be winning anything much this year. they remain solidly in the middle of the league, but at the bottom of their division.) J had to laugh at my constant chatter as i urged the team on, exhorting them through the television screen.
wow, I really really miss watching ice hockey.
world gone mad
There was also the testimony of Dr. Elizabeth Shadigian, best known as a stalwart of the abortion-gives-you-breast-cancer misinformation campaign. She said that teenage girls are always the victims of sexual activity because ”there’s always a power differential between a boy and a girl.” When girls have sex, they aren’t doing, she said, ”they have been done to.”
…Kline’s real purpose in mandating reports is to scare teens away from birth control and abortion clinics. If Kansas actually believed that all under-16 sex was harmful, why would it allow 13-year-olds to marry?
America is soooo fucked up.
kansas, underage sex, sexual abuse 
