I've done easy and I've done hard, and easy is better

Accidentally posted this to the other blog. Oops.

A friend posted that someone famous was going to be at an important family event later on, and I mentioned it to someotherguy, to which he replied:

"Yeah, I stopped being surprised a long time ago when our friends end up in the news some way or another. Especially when it's people on our periphery -- you know, like Wombabes and alt.polyites and sockbiters. Half the time they end up being the person who, like, invented antimatter or something."

And the thing my brain was doing was saying "He said *sockbiter*!" That is to say, he likes my friends enough and cares enough about them/me that he knows what to call them in the aggregate. My former spouse... well... um... mistrusted internet people, and with a few exceptions (waves at firecat and piglet) *hated* all my friends.

This is much better.

And now back to turning my pit of an apartment into something habitable. It's gotten so bad that I was humiliated inviting my friends in today (not that they are the type to judge me poorly because of it) and posted "before" pics to alt.recovery.clutter, just so you have an idea of how bad it's gotten. See you next time I take a cleaning break. Wish me luck.