Maybe I’m in an easily amused mood today. That would explain why I laughed out loud (at work) when I saw the cartoon at the bottom of this post of a neat “I’m an Intern in New York” blog I found today courtesy o’ Blogger. And, in other “cool blog” notes, please take a peek …
bloody brilliant.
Really, I am now utterly convinced that Mil Millington is today’s equivalent of a social Einstein. His observations about how men and women relate just strike me as genius. Witness today’s reposting of what is apparently an old Mil favorite: Angry Bed Positions. For reasons likely known only to me, I find this ditty — …
A Certain Chemistry
Yesterday, between naps and episodes of season 4 Frasier, I finished the last few pages of this month’s book club book, “A Certain Chemistry” by Mil Millington. I don’t say this often, folks, but this book was *fucking* hilarious. Seriously. (And if my potty mouth offends, first see the Ground Rules and then blame the …
The Pacifier
OK, people, I wasn’t expecting brilliance from Vin Diesel in “The Pacifier” — really, I wasn’t. The pleasant surprises first:* Lauren Graham, who I’ve always loved in Gilmore Girls, was really good.* The kids, particularly Max Thierot, were quite good. Max doesn’t have anything else of note in his IMDB profile, but I swear, I …
weekend round-up.
It was the best of times, and the worst of times. The best? Having my good friend AnnaLisa in town for about 68 of the best hours I could have imagined. We’ve almost never had that kind of time together uninterrupted … and it was fantastic! Among the highlights of her time here: two trips …
doing it halfway.
Tonight, right now, during my practicum shift, I will officially eclipse the halfway point for my practicum hours requirement (120 total by May 6, eeks!). I won’t lie and say it’s all been fun. I won’t even lie and say it’s been mostly fun. But it has been somewhat fun, at times, and in other …
flowers!
I mentioned last month that Daniel got me flowers one day, shortly before V-day, when I was feeling particularly stressed out and grumpy. What I didn’t mention is that I took some pictures of them while they were still blooming (that’s the thing about stargazers … they last *forever*). And also failed to mention that …
at a loss…
So, this weekend, I miraculously caught up on my homework. Through spring break. Meaning I don’t have anything due again until, at the earliest, two weeks from today. And I have no idea what to do with that.
double crap.
A follow up to last week’s “please let this be wrong” post … another US News & World Report blurb: Oprah is calling The 2008 presidential bandwagon of Arkansas Gov. Mike Huckabee is gaining speed. We hear that Oprah Winfrey is eager to get the Republican on her show when his weight-loss guide is published …
quoted
“I’m reading, I think on a good night, maybe 20 to 30 pages.” — President Bush, on his nighttime reading. Since last I heard the prez was very clear about the fact he doesn’t read newspapers (ever), this seems like progress, however incremental. Question is, what’s a “good night”?