How bloody useful is it that the guy with the expensive degree in computer information systems can't get a job in his field, and the woman with no degree in the same field is reasonably likely to land an entry-level position? Of course, the difference is that he got completely traumatized by inbound sales, to the point where he's more likely (than you think) to take a McJob than an inbound sales/tech job.
I discovered my favorite shocking purple lipstick. I'd lost it. Unfortunately, I'd lost it in my pants, and I discovered it in the dryer, post-drying. So that was not helpful. At least all the clothes in that dryer were black, and therefore unlikely to be ruined by having shocking pink lipstick streaks baked in. Darkside's mom keeps losing phones, then finding them again. She lost her old one and found it at Darkside's dad's office. She lost another one (I think it was a newer one) and Darkside found it in the dryer, already having been washed as well. I pointed out the lack of swimming pool time this phone had gotten; that was at least a plus. (They don't have a swimming pool at this house; their old house had one.)
My bathroom is once again fully lit. Two bulbs in the vanity blew fairly recently. These were two of the three original; clearly, they used two-year bulbs. I dug through the Box of Lightbulbs and discovered that I had two compatible colorless bulbs. The one remaining original is a frosted 40W incandescent globe. The first new one is a transparent globe, same other ratings. The second new one is roughly equivalent to the output of a 40W incandescent light, but is fluorescent and in the shape of a bare square stick.
I'm experimenting with the cat box. I've noticed that Hermione-cat tends to urinate in one corner of the box. We have been using the cheap litter (and scooping religiously), so there has been minimal build-up of stank. This shopping trip, I got some of the medium-expensive clumping stuff, to see if I can make one change of litter last longer for her, by scooping out urine-tainted litter more easily. The cheap litter has been working admirably for the rest of the box, so I just poured the good stuff in her usual corner and then plan to see if I can reasonably keep the box cleaner by scooping out more.
The recent fannish activity makes it near-impossible for me to answer every comment that's come in related to that thing, and is in fact holding me back on finding the comments that I should probably have answered two days ago. I'm going to try and sort through them all by the time the weekend's over, but my capricious mind may well decide that scrubbing the base of the toilet has priority. Not to mention vacuuming the hall rug, because I noticed that it was looking skanky when I went to leave this afternoon. And doing the dishes. And mopping the kitchen floor. And ... well, you get the drift. Not that doing these things is more pleasant than answering comments, but these are the things that have to be done, and answering comments from people I don't know really doesn't have to be done. And while not strictly necessary, the installation of the palmtop upon the laptop would be a great plan.
Darkside still claims that I beat him more times than he beat me today. I don't see that, but OK. Unlike other games, I don't sword-fight to lose. Not even duct-tape sword fighting.