February 2007 Archives
I went out into the backyard for about 5 minutes yesterday and found that most of my plants were still alive after being ignored for a month. C-Man watered them for me. Thanks, babe!
This time, the person who stole our car stereo did not break the window or carve up the dashboard with a knife. Thanks, thief!
I'm trying to convince myself that having my life totaled by nausea will be worth it eventually. Thanks goodness for the blogosphere. Apparently children are great sources of information on all kinds of topics:
- where trains go
- science, religion, and art
- naming babies
- what Democrats believe
- the importance of control
- clothing (scroll to the end)
- reasons to go to college
So that's something to look forward to, I guess.
The first trimester of being pregnant has completely sucked. I have not yet managed to watch C-Man play the new Virtua Fighter. How will I review it?!
At last, I am finishing up with good writing I noticed online in 2006. So in place of cartoons - or in addition, no one's saying you can't multi-task - I present the last four posts I had stored up from 2006. All very well written, all worth reading. Have at it.
Having phone banked myself, going through the "unconfirmed" list, I can sympathize with Shark-Fu at AngryBlackBitch in Phone Banking and the Modern Bitch:
Some sick fuck decided that dialing a number wrong or not knowing a number has been disconnected should be rewarded with severe and wince inspiring ear pain!
There is an art to the personal essay. I don't manage it well myself. Miss Zoot does. Check out Simply the Best!:
I learned that I could get just as much attention wearing black nail-polish as I could by getting the top grade on a test. And the black nails were much easier to accomplish. After relishing the stares and whispers after one day of wearing black nail-polish, I braved silver snake rings and black combat boots. OOHH! The attention!
I like Fred Clark when he's snarky. Thus, Behindsight and bias makes me happy.
Or, of course, Vendantam could have simply used Google to find the hundreds of thousands of articles and blog posts from the distant past of four years ago in which thousands of different people said exactly what Vendantam says no one ever said.
And to wrap it up, stevenf has some recommendations on How To Live:
I mean, it can't possibly be healthy for my body or mind to spend each day sobbing uncontrollably and trying to eat as many Carl's Jr. Western Bacon Cheeseburgers as I can before nightfall.
Have a good Saturday!
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What a gorgeous photograph. Maybe if I stopped pretending that I didn't have to know anything in order to use my digital camera and it will do all the work of composing a shot for me, I could take pictures this lovely.
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I wonder if I could get this up on a billboard.
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Frankie Goes To Hollywood would be proud.
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My friend unwiredben sent this out before a holiday party, kind of as a joke. I found it quite useful, though. Does that make me lame?
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If you never watched this clip about the new planet (last August), you should. C-Man went and looked up this guy's credentials afterwards because he's so funny, C-Man couldn't believe he was really a scientist. Which is insulting to scientists, I think.
A few weeks ago, I was thinking to myself about how fast time seems to fly by. If only I had a way to slow down time, surely I could get some of the projects done that I'm always thinking I will get done before X, where X = the end of the year, the end of the summer, BlogHer, the beginning of session, or any other random time landmark.
Then I figured it out. I would get pregnant, and the all-day every day nausea would make time creep by!
Unfortunately, the nausea also means that it takes all of my resources simply to go to work, come home, and wash my hair 1/3 as often as I need to. No projects for me.
You see how I didn't think this through very well.
p.s. To those of you who feel you should have found this out by phone and not on the blog, you're right, and I apologize. I've spent as much time calling people as I possibly can for right now. It's not that I don't love you, honest. It's just that I feel like crawling into a hole and dying right now.
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Heh. This doesn't make me love it any less, but it's funny all the same.
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This probably won't be funny unless you live in Texas AND you're familiar with these ridiculous commercials.
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You can buy anything on the internet.
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If your name has ever been misspelled, this might amuse you.
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What he said.



