Wednesday, September 29, 2004
ask and ye shall receive
right
yesterday i saw a woman rollerblading with her two children in a jogging stroller. down the street. that's dangerous.
today i ate some pizza and had some class stuff
right now w is on dr. phil and mike is supposedtobe taping it for me. i hope he does because i think it sounds pretty funny, in a totally infuriating type of way. i'd like to see how they feed off of each other and whether any of their signals get crossed (i.e., the remote that oprah uses to control dr. phil accidentally sets off w, or the remote that cheney uses to control w accidentally sets off dr. phil), and then i'm pretty sure if that happened both of their heads would explode with smoke coming out of their ears and their wives would sit there eerily smiling with those wide open stepford wife eyes they have. they are freaky. especially laura. god, what is wrong with her. i remember when he was running the first time, or maybe right after he became prez, she wanted to show that she was 'just like us' so she said in this interview that she 'really enjoys buying [her] make up at the drug store.'
i'm sorry, but (pardon me mom), give me a fucking break.
seriously....
oh, laura's just like me and my friends even though she's a gazillionaire who can't think or speak for herself and even though she's married to the most powerful man in the world. she buys her lipstick at osco, just like i do. whatev. i'm buying 99cent wet n wild while she's getting revlon colorstay or something, you know the $5.99 lipstick, the real good shit. i am so insulted by her.
i'm sure this interview with dr. phil is going to be just like that. they're going to try to convince us what real people they are, as if that has any bearing on w's (non)ability to run this country. jeez. but he's soooo freaking charming. i can't stand it. even though i hate him i have to admit he is one charming little weasel. blech.
well i gotta go to a meeting hope you all enjoyed this post. i'll let you know how the dr. phil thing was or if you watched it, leave a comment.
i think letterman is going to have a field day with this. so be sure to watch letterman tonight if you get a chance.
right
yesterday i saw a woman rollerblading with her two children in a jogging stroller. down the street. that's dangerous.
today i ate some pizza and had some class stuff
right now w is on dr. phil and mike is supposedtobe taping it for me. i hope he does because i think it sounds pretty funny, in a totally infuriating type of way. i'd like to see how they feed off of each other and whether any of their signals get crossed (i.e., the remote that oprah uses to control dr. phil accidentally sets off w, or the remote that cheney uses to control w accidentally sets off dr. phil), and then i'm pretty sure if that happened both of their heads would explode with smoke coming out of their ears and their wives would sit there eerily smiling with those wide open stepford wife eyes they have. they are freaky. especially laura. god, what is wrong with her. i remember when he was running the first time, or maybe right after he became prez, she wanted to show that she was 'just like us' so she said in this interview that she 'really enjoys buying [her] make up at the drug store.'
i'm sorry, but (pardon me mom), give me a fucking break.
seriously....
oh, laura's just like me and my friends even though she's a gazillionaire who can't think or speak for herself and even though she's married to the most powerful man in the world. she buys her lipstick at osco, just like i do. whatev. i'm buying 99cent wet n wild while she's getting revlon colorstay or something, you know the $5.99 lipstick, the real good shit. i am so insulted by her.
i'm sure this interview with dr. phil is going to be just like that. they're going to try to convince us what real people they are, as if that has any bearing on w's (non)ability to run this country. jeez. but he's soooo freaking charming. i can't stand it. even though i hate him i have to admit he is one charming little weasel. blech.
well i gotta go to a meeting hope you all enjoyed this post. i'll let you know how the dr. phil thing was or if you watched it, leave a comment.
i think letterman is going to have a field day with this. so be sure to watch letterman tonight if you get a chance.
Monday, September 27, 2004
here are some of my favorite things other people have said on their blogs recently:
melissa:
"Now picture my arse on a bike on those streets. It is a wonder that I didn't injure anyone, least of all myself. I stayed behind Raedy. She can just buzz along smiling and, I swear to you, occassionally waving, at passerbys and taking corners without even needing to slow down, tossing candy to small children and sandwiches and spare change to the homeless and hungry."
that seriously happened. i toss sandwiches to people when i ride my bike. and i make the sandwiches on the bike too. i'm really very talented. you shouldn't ride a bike with a knife out. so try not to make peanut butter and jelly.
my sister:
"I kinda have this habit where I start something, and go some place else, and the thing I was working on before never gets done...."
i hear ya, sister. i have half-finished shit everywhere. it's a miracle when i actually do finish something. maybe that's a genetic disorder.
mike:
well, this isn't really a quote but i did enjoy the visual similarities (i'm not saying anything about beliefs these groups may hold) between the polyphonic spree and the kkk.
liz:
"But mostly I am worried because if you have [the human strain of mad cow disease], you die because your brain liquefies. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all for natural selection, and come what may, that'd be the most hilariously ironic way for a vegetarian to go, but still. Yuck."
yeah liquid brain. wassup. ew.
stacey:
"The new Charlie Brown is me."
i think i understand those sentiments. sometimes you just can't win. hang in there.
jenny:
"Do you ever have a week, or a couple of days, or any amount of time at all during which you are freaking out, like hard core freaking out about all the things you have to do/haven't started/are going to drop the ball on, to the point where you don't want to talk to anyone, you don't want to see anyone, you don't even want to get off the damn couch because Law and Order is on again and by golly you are not about to lift a finger to actually do some of that work because you are overwhelmed to paralysis?"
yeah, i think i know that. or at least i've heard about it.
melissa:
"Now picture my arse on a bike on those streets. It is a wonder that I didn't injure anyone, least of all myself. I stayed behind Raedy. She can just buzz along smiling and, I swear to you, occassionally waving, at passerbys and taking corners without even needing to slow down, tossing candy to small children and sandwiches and spare change to the homeless and hungry."
that seriously happened. i toss sandwiches to people when i ride my bike. and i make the sandwiches on the bike too. i'm really very talented. you shouldn't ride a bike with a knife out. so try not to make peanut butter and jelly.
my sister:
"I kinda have this habit where I start something, and go some place else, and the thing I was working on before never gets done...."
i hear ya, sister. i have half-finished shit everywhere. it's a miracle when i actually do finish something. maybe that's a genetic disorder.
mike:
well, this isn't really a quote but i did enjoy the visual similarities (i'm not saying anything about beliefs these groups may hold) between the polyphonic spree and the kkk.
liz:
"But mostly I am worried because if you have [the human strain of mad cow disease], you die because your brain liquefies. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all for natural selection, and come what may, that'd be the most hilariously ironic way for a vegetarian to go, but still. Yuck."
yeah liquid brain. wassup. ew.
stacey:
"The new Charlie Brown is me."
i think i understand those sentiments. sometimes you just can't win. hang in there.
jenny:
"Do you ever have a week, or a couple of days, or any amount of time at all during which you are freaking out, like hard core freaking out about all the things you have to do/haven't started/are going to drop the ball on, to the point where you don't want to talk to anyone, you don't want to see anyone, you don't even want to get off the damn couch because Law and Order is on again and by golly you are not about to lift a finger to actually do some of that work because you are overwhelmed to paralysis?"
yeah, i think i know that. or at least i've heard about it.
she says i'm crazy, i said oh really?
mike can recognize that as the lyrics to a song that played on my CD player alarm clock every day for a long long time. until he begged me to please change it.
i had something to blog about before i started blogging but now i don't remember what it was so i'll just tell you all what's going on.
mike and i went to ikea, and we got a funka coffee table.
basically it's a coffee table and it moves up so you can eat comfortably off of it. we really heart it. it was only 50 bux (that link is australian, i think). and i have to say, swedish furniture is quite clever. everything DOES something. it's not just a bookshelf, it's a bookshelf that spins around and becomes a toilet somehow and then you can order this light fixture to go with it for three dollars or something. yeah it's bizarre. i don't even want to think about how this furniture gets made because it's so nice yet cheap. so i'm guessing some sort of sweatshop labor is probably involved. i'll think about it in a few weeks. but right now a girl has a right to enjoy a table. so bleh.
melissa visited us this weekend and was subjected to our slightly insane, slightly on edge, slightly a little bit disturbing relationship dynamics. because mike and i were really grumpy with each other, and we kept arguing about everything. melissa was a good sport but i think she felt a bit uncomfortable. so sorry melissa. everything is normal again; mike and i quit fighting. the ikea table brought us together. and we're more in love now than ever before. haha
i think we're going to get a bookshelf too, possibly this one. without the cabinets. i know it's not really a bookshelf, but i think the bottom three cubes can be used for snickers to play in, so i think it'll work out. well we'll see. we'll probably love each other a lot more if we get this bookcase.
school started today. i'm not taking any classes.
but i am TAing one. which basically means i go, turn on all the projectors, etc, sit for an hour, turn all the projectors, etc. off and then one day a week i lead a discussion section. should be interesting.
okay if i remember what it was i was going to post about i will post again later.
mike can recognize that as the lyrics to a song that played on my CD player alarm clock every day for a long long time. until he begged me to please change it.
i had something to blog about before i started blogging but now i don't remember what it was so i'll just tell you all what's going on.
mike and i went to ikea, and we got a funka coffee table.
basically it's a coffee table and it moves up so you can eat comfortably off of it. we really heart it. it was only 50 bux (that link is australian, i think). and i have to say, swedish furniture is quite clever. everything DOES something. it's not just a bookshelf, it's a bookshelf that spins around and becomes a toilet somehow and then you can order this light fixture to go with it for three dollars or something. yeah it's bizarre. i don't even want to think about how this furniture gets made because it's so nice yet cheap. so i'm guessing some sort of sweatshop labor is probably involved. i'll think about it in a few weeks. but right now a girl has a right to enjoy a table. so bleh.
melissa visited us this weekend and was subjected to our slightly insane, slightly on edge, slightly a little bit disturbing relationship dynamics. because mike and i were really grumpy with each other, and we kept arguing about everything. melissa was a good sport but i think she felt a bit uncomfortable. so sorry melissa. everything is normal again; mike and i quit fighting. the ikea table brought us together. and we're more in love now than ever before. haha
i think we're going to get a bookshelf too, possibly this one. without the cabinets. i know it's not really a bookshelf, but i think the bottom three cubes can be used for snickers to play in, so i think it'll work out. well we'll see. we'll probably love each other a lot more if we get this bookcase.
school started today. i'm not taking any classes.
but i am TAing one. which basically means i go, turn on all the projectors, etc, sit for an hour, turn all the projectors, etc. off and then one day a week i lead a discussion section. should be interesting.
okay if i remember what it was i was going to post about i will post again later.
Sunday, September 19, 2004
wow i really have not posted for a long time. i was waiting for things like oh raedy, please post please come back and post for the love of god please post. but nobody did that. so i'll go ahead and post anyways.
here's what's happened lately
i turned 23. whew. i feel old.
i got a big grant. so now i should be much less poor. theoretically. but it's true what they say, mo money mo problems, right? i wouldn't know...
i cut my hair. the internal dialogue which accompanied this, uh, decision, went a little something like this:
i hate my hair. i am so sick of my hair. it's so long i hate it it gets in my way all the time i hate it i hate it i hate...are those scissors? hmmm, that would be so funny if i had my hair in a ponytail and then cut it off and mike came in here and i was holding the ponytail in my hand....
so yeah that's what i did. then we trimmed it up a bit andso yeah i have a haircut. i think i might cut more though. because i sincerely really truly do hate having hair. at least for now. i'd rather not think about it.
i think mike is attempting to wrap a present in the living room. he is being very paper-noisy.
mike and i are both big freaking slobs. our apartment is so freaking messy and disgusting if we had children the police would come and take them away. if the police found out that we had a bunny they would probably come and take her away. jeez, we are slobs big time!
the funny thing is mike thinks i'm the messy one and i think he's the messy one. so i guess we are probably both the messy ones. it's annoying because we can't find anything and piles of crap keep falling over and trapping us under them. i caught mike yesterday with his arm under a pile of old magazines and he was trying to cut his arm off to escape but then i showed him he could just pick the magazines up and put them where they go and he would be free. we are living like animals.
i got a nice new big office pretty much all to myself. it's awesome. i'm going to take a lot of my crap there (like books and the such). i should be getting a big check this week and then we are going to get a tall bookshelf and for some reason i feel like that will make things cleaner but probably more shit will just pile up there. i don't know. we're slobs. for real, babez.
i love mike but one thing i wish he was cleaner. not that he's any less clean than me. i just wish he was one of those really clean people who need cleanliness to such an extent that they'll clean up after you. becuase i'm really not a clean person and i don't care but it's a pain when you're looking for something like a tiny envelope or your keys or something and shit is everywhere.
mike and i found a cool bar down the street from our house. we are pretty popular there now. we are the dj's there. people give us money to play whatever we want in the jukebox. that jukebox is awesome. but i don't wanna go there too much because yeah a person shouldn't go to a bar everyday. because generally you drink when you are at a bar. and you probably shouldn't drink every day. at least i definitely shouldn't. i'm not a drinker.
i'm more of a thinker. but a person shouldn't think every day either because then you become a thinkaholic and things seem so much more important to you than what they really are. and your head will get big.
here's what's happened lately
i turned 23. whew. i feel old.
i got a big grant. so now i should be much less poor. theoretically. but it's true what they say, mo money mo problems, right? i wouldn't know...
i cut my hair. the internal dialogue which accompanied this, uh, decision, went a little something like this:
i hate my hair. i am so sick of my hair. it's so long i hate it it gets in my way all the time i hate it i hate it i hate...are those scissors? hmmm, that would be so funny if i had my hair in a ponytail and then cut it off and mike came in here and i was holding the ponytail in my hand....
so yeah that's what i did. then we trimmed it up a bit andso yeah i have a haircut. i think i might cut more though. because i sincerely really truly do hate having hair. at least for now. i'd rather not think about it.
i think mike is attempting to wrap a present in the living room. he is being very paper-noisy.
mike and i are both big freaking slobs. our apartment is so freaking messy and disgusting if we had children the police would come and take them away. if the police found out that we had a bunny they would probably come and take her away. jeez, we are slobs big time!
the funny thing is mike thinks i'm the messy one and i think he's the messy one. so i guess we are probably both the messy ones. it's annoying because we can't find anything and piles of crap keep falling over and trapping us under them. i caught mike yesterday with his arm under a pile of old magazines and he was trying to cut his arm off to escape but then i showed him he could just pick the magazines up and put them where they go and he would be free. we are living like animals.
i got a nice new big office pretty much all to myself. it's awesome. i'm going to take a lot of my crap there (like books and the such). i should be getting a big check this week and then we are going to get a tall bookshelf and for some reason i feel like that will make things cleaner but probably more shit will just pile up there. i don't know. we're slobs. for real, babez.
i love mike but one thing i wish he was cleaner. not that he's any less clean than me. i just wish he was one of those really clean people who need cleanliness to such an extent that they'll clean up after you. becuase i'm really not a clean person and i don't care but it's a pain when you're looking for something like a tiny envelope or your keys or something and shit is everywhere.
mike and i found a cool bar down the street from our house. we are pretty popular there now. we are the dj's there. people give us money to play whatever we want in the jukebox. that jukebox is awesome. but i don't wanna go there too much because yeah a person shouldn't go to a bar everyday. because generally you drink when you are at a bar. and you probably shouldn't drink every day. at least i definitely shouldn't. i'm not a drinker.
i'm more of a thinker. but a person shouldn't think every day either because then you become a thinkaholic and things seem so much more important to you than what they really are. and your head will get big.
