![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Grr. I am so peeved.
I just typed in a big entry, and when I clicked on the tab to bring it back to add more to it, Firefox's new feature killed it. Since when did they start putting X closer thingermabobs on their tabs? What a terrible idea, when there are many tabs, and when middle-clicking on it before is enough to close it. How can I get rid of this noxious feature? Bah!
I'll try to recap what I wrote.
I haven't been getting much dance practice in over the past few days. I've been spending almost all my time escorting f00's mom around. We've been frequenting a lot of Asian restaurants (Niko Niko - Japanese sushi, Zen Garden - Japanese/Chinese vegetarian, Pho Dau Bo - Vietnamese pho), and today we'll be dining at Masala Bay (Indian cuisine). Asian food is pretty novel to her, and she's finally getting a handle on how to use chopsticks.
Last night, while stopped at an intersection, a tall, slim Asian man walked across in front of us. "Hey," f00's Mom said. "Isn't that our waiter from the Zen place? He's ... oh, never mind. I guess those people all look alike, anyway."
I didn't know what to say to this, so I kept my lip buttoned.
In any case, the Asian experience continues this evening with a dance performance in Toronto: Janak Khendry Dance Company's Chandrakauns, Dream of a Drunken God and Gayatri. I scored complimentary tickets. Huzzah!
Mark Balahadia: Male Belly Dancer: The dancing's ok, but what the heck is he wearing? Yikes! I think he attends the Jillina school of distracting costumes.
Gym, Jews don't see eye to eye: Orthodox school doesn't want its students seeing Pilates classes, so insists gym frost its windows. Gym people don't like the resulting dark studio space. Wacky ethical hijinks ensue (thanks,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gha5t).
Hong 10 Floorwork: Bboy demonstrates how to do a nifty floorwork combination. I'd like to do it, but my carpeted floor is problematic. I imagine rug burn to the crown of my head would be a real bitch.
Well, time to go shopping again.
Toodle-oo!
I just typed in a big entry, and when I clicked on the tab to bring it back to add more to it, Firefox's new feature killed it. Since when did they start putting X closer thingermabobs on their tabs? What a terrible idea, when there are many tabs, and when middle-clicking on it before is enough to close it. How can I get rid of this noxious feature? Bah!
I'll try to recap what I wrote.
I haven't been getting much dance practice in over the past few days. I've been spending almost all my time escorting f00's mom around. We've been frequenting a lot of Asian restaurants (Niko Niko - Japanese sushi, Zen Garden - Japanese/Chinese vegetarian, Pho Dau Bo - Vietnamese pho), and today we'll be dining at Masala Bay (Indian cuisine). Asian food is pretty novel to her, and she's finally getting a handle on how to use chopsticks.
Last night, while stopped at an intersection, a tall, slim Asian man walked across in front of us. "Hey," f00's Mom said. "Isn't that our waiter from the Zen place? He's ... oh, never mind. I guess those people all look alike, anyway."
I didn't know what to say to this, so I kept my lip buttoned.
In any case, the Asian experience continues this evening with a dance performance in Toronto: Janak Khendry Dance Company's Chandrakauns, Dream of a Drunken God and Gayatri. I scored complimentary tickets. Huzzah!
Mark Balahadia: Male Belly Dancer: The dancing's ok, but what the heck is he wearing? Yikes! I think he attends the Jillina school of distracting costumes.
Gym, Jews don't see eye to eye: Orthodox school doesn't want its students seeing Pilates classes, so insists gym frost its windows. Gym people don't like the resulting dark studio space. Wacky ethical hijinks ensue (thanks,
gha5t).Hong 10 Floorwork: Bboy demonstrates how to do a nifty floorwork combination. I'd like to do it, but my carpeted floor is problematic. I imagine rug burn to the crown of my head would be a real bitch.
Well, time to go shopping again.
Toodle-oo!
