In Which We See Cute Things and Receive Spiritual Guidance from I Can Has Cheezburger
In Which We See Awesome Things That I Or Someone I Love Need To Purchase Post Haste
The Agreeable Sheep from Ooh-Shiny.Net (Heather?)
Puppet Hoodie from Ooh-Shiny.Net (This one is for me, but it’s not in my size….do these things stretch in the wash?)
The Urban Homestead: Your Guide to Self-sufficient Living in the Heart of the City on Boing Boing. (Sarah, you again)
Roku: $100 gadget for watching Netflix movies on your TV (Freaking EVERYONE! This looks awesome!!)
Portable cardboard toilet on BoingBoing. Yes, the Shit Box. My beloved has decided that, because we only have one bathroom, he needs a bucket with a toilet seat in the garage in case we both have the flu or something at the same time. Last time we were at Home Depot he bought the seat for it. For the record, I have been lobbying for the installation of a random basement toilet, but so far he’s not going for it. As a resonable second, I think that we should at least get a shit box. If I’m going to be emptying my bowels in the garage, I want a proper receptacle. Those of you that Twitter will find that this is my new icon. This is why I should never, ever show Christy funny stuff while I am drunk. When she says, “that would make a great icon”, I’m on it like white on rice. However, even when I sobered up I still thought it was pretty awesome.
In Which We Have A Commentary On My Job, Which I Am Not Currently Working
In Which The Holiest Part of Christianity is Blasphemed for Our Personal Pleasure
In Which We Listen In On Conversations:
English teacher: Calling someone a douche is not a constructive comment, even if it’s true.
Flora High School
Columbia, South Carolina
Metro Transit phone employee (on speakerphone): Take the sixteen bus towards…
18 year old girl trying to get directions: Wait, wait you’re talking too fast and my pen died.
Metro Transit phone employee: You killed your pen? You heartless BITCH.
Univeristy/ sixteen bus line
Overheard by Death to ink.
Financial specialist, in front of his pregnant wife/coworker: God, I would nail someone if they had some bacon right now!
Wife/coworker: What the hell is wrong with you?
Overheard by: God Help Me
Boss on phone: That is not clinical! Being an asshole is not a clinical condition.
Ginko Industrial Park
Kitchen grunt: You ever poop and suddenly find the world a better place?
Overheard by: RDC
In Which We Are Surprised. Wait, No We Aren’t
Absolutely fucking OUTRAGEOUS! by Paulius
Fox’s “Anti-Aging Fix” for McCain by Technology Expert
Larry Craig, Daniel Vitter Co-Sponsors of “Marriage Protection Amendment” by Technology Expert
In Which I Have A Whole Other List of Books To Check Out
List of every book read by Art Garfunkel since 1968. I’d like to point out that Art started this list the very month and year that my beloved was born. And that while Art is referenced in this article as a “voracious” reader, he averages about two books per month. This year, I am averaging two per year. And I really need to get going on cataloging them.
Speaking of books, some of my favorite books when I was a kid (and even now, I’ll admit it) were the Anne of Green Gables series by L.M. Montgomery. 100 Candles Anne of Green Gables grows old and gets her due. When my mom introduced me to Anne, the books were actually out of print in the states, and I read the same copies that she had read as a child…the hardbound editions with all of the dust covers missing. For years I thought I was named after Diana Barry, Anne’s best friend, my dad recently told me he picked the name from the Paul Anka song. When my oldest sister was born, when I was 11, I was allowed to pick her middle name. I choose Anne. Although my sister didn’t grow up to be a sassy redhead (wait, yeah she did), she can at least say – for sure! – that she was named after Anne of Green Gables.
In Which I Find New Websites to Waste My Time With
In Which I’m Just….Amazed. And A Bit Disturbed
Man electrocutes pickle to demonstrate power of Christianity So, because I don’t love Jebus, I will not glow in the dark and I can’t make any difference in the world? What?
In Which I’m Just Amazed
The Pregnant Man. I cried recently when I learned that Thomas Beatie and his wife had safely delivered their little girl. While I might just be a little sensitive about the whole having-babies thing right now, it makes me so happy when people who desperately want children are able to have them, in whatever way it happens. Birth, adoption, whatever – these people wanted an expression of their love for each other in the form of a child, and they were able to do it in an unconventional way. It’s beautiful. It would have been beautiful if they’d been able to do it in a “normal” way, too, but then the rest of us wouldn’t have been able to share in the joyous birth of a child who was so, so wanted.
In Which There Is a Gratuitous Post About Bacon
Let me talk about all the things that are right about this post. First of all PORK WEEK HAS A FUCKING ICON. And, there is an entire week dedicated to PORK, nature’s perfect food. WITH AN ICON. Damn, I might need to make that into a button or something. Oh, the article was pretty awesome too. And has a bacon suit. Seriously, this might be the single most satisfying read of my entire life. Should I add it to my yet-to-be-designed list of books? No, cause it’s not a book. But if it were, I’d be reading it. And eating bacon and other assorted pork products.
In Which Women Smarter Than I Talk About Life and Other Big Things
Yeah, whatever, Kate Moss by peggynature
The cult of dieting by attrice
Family Pride by Happy Villain
Eye-Opener by Happy Villain