There is nothing I could possibly come up with for a title better than that.Today's text conversation between my sisters and I today. Punctuation fixed (it's hard to punctuate on text properly!)S1: We got a new furnace finally!Me: Yay! Just in time for -0 this week. Whew!!S2: Nice! I have a cadaver bone in my… Continue reading "Nice! I Have a Cadaver Bone in my Jaw. Stay Warm People."
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Bored Sheep Farmers vs Ohio State Marching Band. Shepherds WIN.
Remember the super cool college football marching band that made itself into a T-Rex that ate a dude? Wait. Read that sentence again. My life is fucking weird. http://youtube.googleapis.com/v/DNe0ZUD19EE&source=udsAnyway, this? Well. I do believe a group of really bored sheep farmers (aka shepherds) with some astounding choreography (and engineering) skills and really well trained sheepdogs… Continue reading Bored Sheep Farmers vs Ohio State Marching Band. Shepherds WIN.
UPDATED: Yahoo Seems To Think I’m a Lonely and Confused Dude (or in the midst of a spiritual and sexual identity crisis)
Oh Yahoo spam mail, you do make my week awesome: Yesterday I got five separate invitations to join JDate. That would be the Jewish Dating service.Today (so far) I've received three Christian Mingle offers. And four different penis-enhancement-emails (viagra/cialis drugs, enlargements)Evidently I have a whole catalog of issues: small penis size, under-performing penis action (not surprising… Continue reading UPDATED: Yahoo Seems To Think I’m a Lonely and Confused Dude (or in the midst of a spiritual and sexual identity crisis)
SyFy’s Next Sharknado: CARNICORN!
Because who the fuck wouldn't watch a bad Saturday night movie with a flesh-eating-attack-unicorn?? People, it's goddamned genius: the ultimate symbol of innocence and purity ravaging a city with impalement carnagey death. Somebody who's not me and can actually write scripts: get on that shit.I wonder if the Snakipeder Army could defend against Carnicorn...hmm.Also, the… Continue reading SyFy’s Next Sharknado: CARNICORN!
Bravery Isn’t Lack of Fear: It’s Action Despite Fear
The Huffington Post had an article today titled The 8 Bravest Things I Ever Said. I'm intrigued.I have to say I disagree with snarking at people parked in a handicapped zone unless you know 100% that said person isn't handicapped AND they don't have a placard. Plenty of nosy-nannies snark at people who have every right… Continue reading Bravery Isn’t Lack of Fear: It’s Action Despite Fear
I Have No Good Title For This
Since I'm lacking any full-post-worthy (sigh, I wrote that as "worty" at first...which is both gross AND makes me think of herbs...and beer) items I give you a bunch of random crap.1) I saw Ender's Game. No, I'm not sorry about seeing a movie based on a book that deals with issues like blind hatred… Continue reading I Have No Good Title For This
Groupon May Be Trying To Kill Me
First of all, I'm amused that the ad at the top of my Yahoo mail today is for makeup, when I rarely (if ever) WEAR makeup and can NEVER be called "haute" in any way.Also, in MN the word "Haute" is rarely used at all. When it is (recently popping up in food magazines and… Continue reading Groupon May Be Trying To Kill Me
Driving Within The Lines
I'm feeling somewhat melancholy tonight (husband says I should stop that immediately, because melancholy is a silly word). Not depressed, just sad. I miss a few people intensely this time of year in particular: some because they're far away, some because they're no longer occupying the space in my life they used to. The line… Continue reading Driving Within The Lines
Renaissance Festival and Alcohol: A Perfect Storm of Fools.
Last year at this time I found amusement in the various hospital oddities that I focused on while husband was in the ICU. It's really weird to think that today, one year ago, I was hanging out in a hospital room with a broken, unconscious spouse and no idea what the hell was going to… Continue reading Renaissance Festival and Alcohol: A Perfect Storm of Fools.
It’s Not You. And I’m Not Breaking Up. This is not a funny post. Feel free to ignore it.
I am a cyclical depression hermit. (Do not confuse that with a Cycling hermit, because truly I loathe bikes, unicycles, pretty much all pedaling-type exercise with the fire of a thousand suns). Yesterday in a discussion with Husband about the depression I've been fighting off and on for a while now, he said something that… Continue reading It’s Not You. And I’m Not Breaking Up. This is not a funny post. Feel free to ignore it.
No Pithy Phrase 