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I remember bringing this up with someone a few years ago, and being told that I was wrong and crazy. (Sniff.) But I still hold strong to my belief that The Killers totally ripped Mr. Brightside off of David Bowie’s Queen Bitch. Or, if nothing else, they were quite heavily influenced by this song. Now before you judge listen to the two songs. This isn’t a lot to ask; they’re both quite catchy. And please keep your “million monkeys, million typewriters” argument to yourself.  

Thank you for your help,

The Management

 

PS: You’ll have to excuse the prolonged absense of Monkey and The Slinkster. They’ve been oogling visiting the Professor. I wish I was oogling visiting the Professor right now…

So I’m reading these “acclaimed”, “better than Harry Potter” (pffft) Twilight Series books by Stephanie Meyer, against my better judgment. First things first; they are NOT better than Harry Potter. They aren’t even in the same vein as Harry Potter. That’s like comparing one of those bodice-ripper romance novels that have Fabio on the cover to Romeo and Juliet. Sure, they both have romance, but there is no way to compare the two.

Second, when it comes to books I’m empathetic to a fault. Emotional books leave me shaken and completely disoriented. I forget where I am, I forget to breathe (kind of necessary, that). When I was reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows I had to keep putting the book down and leaving the room because I was just too overwhelmed and was starting to feel a bit faint. (Hi. Can you say pathetic?)

So here I am, reading these underwhelming, mildly annoying books (I’m currently halfway through the second of the four) and I’m nearly hyperventilating. Good lord! It’s a book, and not necessarily a good one at that! This is nearly unbearable, especially since I’m at work right now. I really shouldn’t read during lunch, except that I was completely distracted all morning waiting for lunch so I could read. I keep reminding myself that all this stuff is happening to the (annoying) main character in the book, not to me. I’m fine. My heart isn’t broken, there is no unrequitted love in my life. Everything’s good.

It’s not working. Can you say delusional disorder? I can.

Can’t form any more words. Too shaky and disoriented. How the hell am I going to deal with four more hours of work? Someone tell me this, please.

It’s going to be a long day.

 

Welcome to the jungle
We got fun ‘n’ games
We got everything you want
Honey we know the names
We are the people that can find
Whatever you may need
If you got the money honey
We got your disease

In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your shun n,n,n,n,,n,n,,n,n,n,,n,n,,n knees, knees
I wanna watch you bleed

It’s MyTy Maker‘s fault. That’s who.

 

 

Marcoda returns to work on Monday, after an incredibly quick six week maternity leave. I just know she’s going to make me return the slinky. Bummer, that.

I would say this sums up my day pretty well.

ps: I got a new phone. It has a camera. Rock.

I’m so excited! I just bought two of the cutest prints from a wonderful seller, MarmeeCraft, on my favorite site, Etsy. Looky (the “marmeecraft” bit is a watermark and isn’t actually on the prints):

and

I just love adorable artsy stuff like this, stuff that makes me giggle and swoon from the cuteness. The cuteness! Ah Etsy, you bring me so much joy.

We are on Vegan Watch Day 8 and things are still going very well (and you can see just how little I update this thing). I’ve discovered all sorts of fun and interesting foods, including a way to make a vegan Colorado Bulldog! Rock! And although I wouldn’t call this vegan business easy, I would say it’s been been easier than I had expected. I think I may stretch this little experiment out until I get pregnant, because although I’m enjoying being vegan, I definitely don’t want to deal with pregnancy and the subsequent complete lack of alcohol without my cheese crutch. That’s just not cool.

Excuse me, I twitted.

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