Ah Bugger

The vapid utterings of a neurotic mind.

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Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Our youth is gonna take care of us one day.

While in Old Navy yesterday, I overheard a young girl exclaim I love mom! as she perused the t-shirts. Then she looked at the shirt again and read it out loud more closely. "M" "love" "M". Hmm, she said staring, baffled by this message.

Friday, May 25, 2007

My son Todd

You know when you are coming up with a name for your kid, you have to contemplate what the kids are going to call him. I think that the best name for a boy has to be Todd.
  • Todd the Bod
  • Hot Toddy
  • Todd is a god
  • Hot Rod Todd

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Guerrilla chain letter tactics

(My comments in italics)
Read Alone.....
Because you will be seriously judged by others.
Especially the Poem
I believe whatever is in store for us will be for us.  The poem is very true, unfortunately. Make sure you read the poem!  

CASE 1: Kelly Sedey had one wish, for her boyfriend of three years, David Marsden, to propose to her. Then one day when she was out to lunch David proposed! She accepted, but then had to leave because she had a meeting in 20 min. When she got to her office, ! ! she noticed on her computer she had some e-mail's. She checked it, the usual stuff from her friends, but then she saw one that she had never gotten before. It was this poem. She simply deleted it without even reading all of it. BIG MISTAKE! Later that evening, she received a phone call from the police It was about DAVID! He had been in an accident with an 18 wheeler. He didn't survive!

CASE 2: Take Katie Robinson She received this poem and being the believer that she was she sent it to a few of her friends but didn't have enough e-mail addresses to send out the full 5 that you must. Three days later, Katie went to a masquerade ball. Later that night when she left to get to her car, she was killed in that spot by a hit-and-run drunk driver.  

CASE 3: Richard S. Willis sent this poem out within 45 minutes of reading it. Not even 4 hours later walking along the street to his new job interview with a really big company, ! when he ran into Cynthia Bell, his secret love for 5 years. Cynthia came up to him and told him of her passionate crush on him that she had had for 2 years. Three days later, he proposed to her and they got married. Cynthia and Richard are still married with three children, happy as ever!
So let me get this straight, I will die if I don't send this email on? Let's read the poem to see what literary masterpiece has the power to take my life if I don't share it with at least five of you whose lives are in the balance...

This is the poem:

Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
"That's what we get and deserve in the end?" Wow. Well, what's the big deal then?
I am curious about the relationship they had when they were younger.. They rang each other's bells? Is that what it was called back then? Or are they referring to the fact that young men like to fight and this poet is saying that his friend knocked him down a few times but only when they were little because he was the brute as they got older? That is a truly crappy poem.

Remember to always say what you mean.
okay, don't threaten me anonymously. People who write chain letters like this should be forced to hang out with Naomi Campbell for a day.

If you love someone, tell them.
Good point.
Wentworth Miller, I love you.

Don't be afraid to express yourself.
So you can respect yourself, Hey, hey.

Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you.
Because when you decide that it is the right time it might be too late.
Seize the day. Never have regrets.
Carpe Diem!

And most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person that you are today.
And what a person that is. Thanks a lot.

You must send this on in 3 hours after reading the letter
to 10 other people. If you do this, you will receive unbelievably good luck.
the more people that you send this to, the better luck you will have. I am going to have so much luck because all you suckas are going to read it. AND I am tricking the spirits of the internet who want to kill because you are not really recieving it, so you don't have to send it on. I break the jynx!

SMILE, even through your tears!!!!!
Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll see the sun come shining through for you

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

All Dressed and no where to go

Oh, Happy Day

We have an office in Ontario with some really nice guys who just happened to need me to organize a meeting for them here in the DC area for them today. I said I would for a price.
They brought me a bag of the best potato chips in the world. Yay!

Monday, May 21, 2007

Just my thought for the day.

Myspace agreed to release data of sex offenders using the site. Reading this, I thought of  all the people who will get up in arms about the right to privacy and what about offenders who have served their time and blah blah blah.
My thinking is that once you have chosen to act on an impulse to attack someone sexually, especially a child, you have effectively said "I am never to be trusted". Anyone who is a sex offender gives up any rights to be seen as anything but a sex offender.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Film Festival

I am going to be hosting a comedy film festival for my friends in June and while I have a film for each decade from 1920 to 1990, I need a film that was made between 2000 and 2007. I reach out to you for your favorites, and the most voted for film will be the last film shown.
Some films I have thought of are "Best in Show" and "Reno 911:Miami!". What's your favorite?
Here is the rest of the lineup:
1920's: "The Gold Rush" (1925) Charlie Chaplin's comic masterpiece centers on the hardships of life on the Alaskan frontier. The Little Tramp plays a pathetic, lonely prospector who journeys to the Klondike hoping to discover gold and make his fortune. Instead, he gets mixed up with some burly characters and falls in love with the beautiful Georgia
1930's: "Duck Soup" (1933) The Marx Brothers are at their sidesplitting best in this raucous political satire, which teems with razor-sharp humor. Thanks to the patronage of well-heeled widow Mrs. Teasdale ( Margaret Dumont), Rufus T. Firefly (Groucho) becomes dictator of the tiny country of Freedonia. When the ambassador of the bordering nation of Sylvania declares his love for Mrs. Teasdale, Firefly declares war. Chico, Harpo and Zeppo costar as spies and counterspies.
1940's: "The Philadelphia Story" (1940) Socialite Tracy Lord (Katharine Hepburn ) prepares to remarry, but her ex (Cary Grant) and a tabloid reporter (Best Supporting Actor Oscar-winner James Stewart) have other ideas as they converge on her home for a fateful visit. The three stars form an incomparable romantic triangle in one of the most tantalizing screwball romances ever.
1950's: "Some Like it Hot" (1959) With its transvestitism, palpable sex and murder, Billy Wilder's legendary screwball comedy reveals dark, hilarious roots. Musicians Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis accidentally witness the St. Valentine's Day Massacre and get out of town the only way they know how -- dressed as women. On the road to Florida with an all-girl band, they meet Sugar Kane ( Marilyn Monroe), and things start to heat up in this legendary farce.
1960's: "Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb" (1964) In director Stanley Kubrick's blackly comedic send-up of the nuclear age, deranged American general Jack D. Ripper leads an attack against the Russians that sets the stage for Armageddon. In a series of virtuoso comic performances, Peter Sellers plays an impotent U.S. president, a harried British captain and an ex-Nazi bomb maker.
1970's: "Young Frankenstein" (1974) Shot in glorious black and white, writer-director Mel Brooks' finest work both parodies and salutes the 1930s Frankenstein movies. Co-writer Gene Wilder soars as mad scientist Frederich Frankenstein ("Fronkensteen!" he insists), with hilarious support from Marty Feldman as Igor, Peter Boyle as the monster, Teri Garr, and the late, great Madeline Kahn.
1980's: "A Fish Called Wanda" (1988) A crooked foursome commits the heist of the century and is about to get away ... until the London police arrest one of them. Can the three on the lam ( Michael Palin, Jamie Lee Curtis and Kevin Kline) persuade their comrade's lawyer ( John Cleese) to reveal the stolen loot's location? Laugh-out-loud funny, A Fish Called Wanda explores the notion of "honor" among thieves.
1990's: "Office Space" (1999) In a film that takes plenty of jabs at the nihilism of corporate life, Ron Livingston plays office drone Peter Gibbons, who conspires with his cubicle cohorts to embezzle money from their soulless employers. With help and hindrance from those around him -- including the eminently quotable workplace nerd Milton Waddams ( Stephen Root) -- and the affection of waitress Joanna ( Jennifer Aniston), Gibbons may just find his sanity … and his revenge.
 2000's: What will it be???
*Thanks to Netflix for the film synopses.

This is what Canada Day looks like with Jen.

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Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Do boneheads get to go to Heaven?

Jerry Falwell died.
He didn't think that Jews or Muslims get to go to Heaven. The theory is that only those who have (say this with a southern accent) accepted Jesus Christ as their personal savior are allowed in. Apparently you need a ticket, or something, that only Jesus can give you.
Jerry Falwell also wisely accused the United States for the attack on 9/11. That's like John Walsh being to blame that his son Adam was kidnapped and killed.
So now, that you may see what left our planet today, I leave you with some quotes from the man himself.
"If you're not a born-again Christian, you're a failure as a human being"
Damn you believers who did not need to be born again. Damn you for believing all along!
"AIDS is not just God's punishment for homosexuals; it is God's punishment for the society that tolerates homosexuals"
Cancer is not just God's punishment for evil televangelists; it is God's punishment for the society that tolerates evil televangelists.
"Grown men should not be having sex with prostitutes unless they are married to them"
Well, he has a good point here.
Rest in pieces, Jerry.  

Mmmm, lunch!

I had a cheeseburger for lunch yesterday. When I was sixteen, I stopped eating red meat because I was skeeved out by finding various arteries and such in my food. I remember eating some (probably very cheap) piece of meat and basically flossing on a tendon. That was the end of that for me. But, 15 years later, a boy that I liked very much would eat everything. I went along for the ride and thusly had a cheeseburger for lunch yesterday.
One thing I do that I almost wish I didn't is closely examine my food. One time I was kind of glad I do, but generally one should just jam into one's gullet, chew and swallow and try not to think too hard about it.
The one time I was glad was when a group of us were having brunch at Bambule on Wisconsin Ave. in Washington, DC. I got some milk out of a huge vat for my cereal. I sat down and noticed some crazy little black dots. That's not normal. Usually milk is just plain white, not polka dotted. I fished out a black dot and let's just say it was alive and usually found on dead things. Nasty. We called the waiter over and he said he would get me more milk...out of the same vat. Um, no thanks. We called the manager who said that he was sorry. We complained more loudly and he refunded my meal. Er.. What about those at the table who'd actually ingested the milk with extra protein? Finally he comped the whole meal, but my issue was with the milk. I told him he needed to get rid of the milk and also let the people know. He refused. Refused! So as I left, I told all the people with milk not to drink it as strange things were afoot in there.
So yesterday I had a cheeseburger for lunch. I noticed all these little gristly things. I don't know if that is the norm with cheeseburgers, but I shrugged my shoulders and chowed on.

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Just pay a wee bit of attention..? Just a teensy bit...

I always wanted to be an action hero, or a spy. Quite frankly, I am surprised I have never been approached by the Government to perform covert acts on behalf of our country. (Or haven't I...?)

Want to be an action star? Drive in DC. More specifically, drive in Georgetown. There, EVERYONE has the right of way except for you. Pedestrians (in wildly inappropriate attire.. I had some serious anatomy lessons yesterday that I did not need to have. I had no idea they mad skirts and shorts that short.) pay no heed to the half ton vehicle hurtling at them. Which is kind of wild, because that driver has to pay attention to the cyclist who is peddling 50 mhp in the middle of the street while eating a banana; and the 9000 year old man who is creeping across the street; and the trollopy coed who is trying to sex up her man while crossing the road with the little red hand waving "not safe to go!"; and the taxi driver who just stops, no warning, in the middle of the road to pick up tourists with their red cheeks and fanny packs filled with "You don't know me - Witness Protection" t-shirts.

The lights don't make sense in Georgetown. As a pedestrian it is okay, but as a driver, you stand no chance. Especially with the cocky pedestians and all those others I described earlier, good luck getting out of the Georgetown Park parking garage (which totally fleeces you by charging $5 for less than an hour of parking!) I almost nicked about 5 people coming out of there, and I think I would have been okay with the damage.

Except to my car.


Thursday, May 10, 2007

I'll go to Church... tee hee.

I remember how bummed I was when they last sent Ryan Church back down to the minors last year. He is supposed to have all this potential, right? I think the National's new skipper Manny Acta's spring training comment about how Ryan will have a place in the starting lineup regardless of how well he plays is brilliant. Showing some faith in a young player will pay dividends! All Ryan needs to do is play, without the fear of punishment, and he will start to shine. He is already batting at close to .300 and playing well.
I think we give up on people so quickly and they never get a chance to relax and show what they are capable of. Good for you, Manny. I think you are demonstrating yourself already to be a leader. Don't let the DC curse on coaches get you, though.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Life. Ain't it grand or something?

I am drunk. I am all awhirl inside my head. I want to write about things that I know I can't right now. Instead I will write about the fact that I am so glad to finally be finishing my BA. I will write about the fact that I love to write, and I love going to school. I a terrified that I will bomb the LSATs and I am terrified that I will get into my dream school and get no financial aid. I don't know about committing myself to over $200K in debt. I don't know about staying in DC to do law school for much cheaper. I don't know why I stressing about it so hard when it is completely undetermined and over a year away.
I feel unsettled. I want my ex to stop playing with my head and my heart. I want my friends to be my friends. I want to do well in my job, even though I am so bored that I don't really care. (That weighs on me the most because the people I work with are so great that I would run in front of a car to save them.) It just holds nothing for me. I feel like a farce when I go into my office. No, I feel like a temp. I just keep waiting for something to happen. I know I should go make something happen... But what?
OKay, so I am drunk and whiny. It happens. Ask Jen and Marci. (And my mom. I swear she would like to sell me to the bidder. I don't even think it would have to be the highest, maybe just the first...)
Rich told me I should post more, so I am. There is so much more whining, but I need to go watch Jericho, so feel blessed for your luck.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Poor Curious George. In trouble again.

Aw, all the papers are making a big deal about GW Bush accidentally saying 1776 instead of 1976 when telling America about the Queen's last visit here to help celebrate the bicentennial (from which I have a healthy collection of quarters, thankyouverymuch. Quarters that I won't spend even though they are only worth 25 cents and are not truly that fantastic in any way...)
I almost feel sorry for him. How many times I have slipped and said incredibly stupid stuff? (Not an invitation to chime in, you guys. Maybe I should turn off comments for this one...) Like the time I was at dinner with my family, and my sister and her husband were visiting. I apparently was having a difficult time with boys and said to my brother-in-law, "I hate your sex!" He turned red, my sister burst into raucous laughter and I slunk, horrified, from the table, never to live that one down.
At least George did not say anything about her sex, be it gender related or otherwise.
Okay, so he can be rather boneheaded. And yes, aging a woman, a leader of a country, another 200 years may not be the best political move. But it was a flub.
I can't believe I am standing up for him. But seriously, let him be. He's done worse.

Friday, May 04, 2007

Can it be true?

Crazy news story out of New Jersey. Must be true. I read it on the internet.

Just take 'em out back and do it like the mafia does it.

A convicted killer, who has been on death row for half of his life, gets to eat his final meal for the 4th time. Philip Workman is supposed to die via the state. Yet the first three times, he was given a stay of execution. This case is demonstrative of so much that is wrong with the death penalty. Why is this man living on the dime of the taxpayers for 20 years when he is not being rehabilitated or made to be of any value for anyone?
It is hard to be a proponent of the death penalty because it makes us as guilty as the ones we are killing, doesn't it? On the other hand, they live free of charge in what is probably not a very nice place. (I say probably because I have not experienced it). Yet, sometimes the life that they come from is a place worse than prison.
Opponents of the death penalty scream about the inhumane way these people are killed, yet we put our dogs to sleep in the same manner. No one discusses the fact that these convicted killers get to choose their last meals, and get to pray to God for forgiveness and get to say goodbye to their families. What about Joseph Smith who raped and murdered eleven year old Carlie Bruccia? That little girl's last moments were filled with terror. She did not get to pray or see her parents one last time. She did not get to hold her teddy bear for comfort while her life was ripped from her.
The laws need to change. Of course the idea that an innocent person be executed is horrendous and everything should be done to ensure that never happens. Yet, there is no reason for all the processes and the stays of a guilty person that force him to live on death row for so long. I can't imagine life on death row would be any better than death anyway.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

"The reading of all good books is like a conversation with all the finest men of past centuries." - Rene Descartes

Swiped this from the City Girl. Made a few changes.
The rules are to bolden any of the titles of the following 100 books if I read them. I took it a step further and made red the books I saw as films and italisized the ones I saw as a play. SO, should a title be bold, red and italisized, I saw it as a film, a play and I read the book. Apparently I am bored...

1. The Da Vinci Code (Dan Brown)
2. Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen)
3. To Kill A Mockingbird (Harper Lee)
4. Gone With The Wind (Margaret Mitchell)
5. The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King (Tolkien)
6. The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring (Tolkien)

7. The Lord of the Rings: Two Towers (Tolkien)
8. Anne of Green Gables ( L.M. Montgomery)Anne of Avonlea

9. Outlander (Diana Gabaldon)
10. A Fine Balance (Rohinton Mistry)
11. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (Rowling)
12. Angels and Demons (Dan Brown)
13. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (Rowling)
14. A Prayer for Owen Meany (John Irving)
15. Memoirs of a Geisha (Arthur Golden)
16. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (Rowling)
17. Fall on Your Knees (Ann-Marie MacDonald)
18. The Stand (Stephen King)
19. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (Rowling)
20. Jane Eyre (Charlotte Bronte)

21. The Hobbit (Tolkien)
22. The Catcher in the Rye (J.D. Salinger)
23. Little Women (Louisa May Alcott)
24. The Lovely Bones (Alice Sebold)
25 . Life of Pi (Yann Martel)
26. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (Douglas Adams)
27. Wuthering Heights (Emily Bronte)
28. The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe (C. S. Lewis)
29. East of Eden (John Steinbeck)
30. Tuesdays with Morrie (Mitch Albom)
31. Dune (Frank Herbert)
32. The Notebook (Nicholas Sparks)
33. Atlas Shrugged (Ayn Rand)
34. 1984 (Orwell)3
5. The Mists of Avalon (Marion Zimmer Bradley)
36. The Pillars of the Earth (Ken Follett)
37. The Power of One (Bryce Courtenay)
38. I Know This Much is True (Wally Lamb)
39. The Red Tent (Anita Diamant)
40. The Alchemist (Paulo Coelho)
41. The Clan of the Cave Bear (Jean M. Auel)
42. The Kite Runner (Khaled Hosseini)
43. Confessions of a Shopaholic (Sophie Kinsella)
44. The Five People You Meet In Heaven (Mitch Albom)
45. Bible
46. Anna Karenina (Tolstoy)
47. The Count of Monte Cristo (Alexandre Dumas)
48. Angela's Ashes (Frank McCourt)
49. The Grapes of Wrath (John Steinbeck)
50. She's Come Undone (Wally Lamb)
51. The Poisonwood Bible (Barbara Kingsolver)
52. A Tale of Two Cities (Dickens)
53. Ender's Game (Orson Scott Card)
54. Great Expectations (Dickens)
55. The Great Gatsby (Fitzgerald)
56. The Stone Angel (Margaret Laurence)
57. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (Rowling)
58. The Thorn Birds (Colleen McCullough)
59. The Handmaid's Tale (Margaret Atwood)
60. The Time Traveller's Wife (Audrey Niffenegger)
61. Crime and Punishment (Fyodor Dostoyevsky)
62. The Fountainhead (Ayn Rand)
63. War and Peace (Tolstoy)
64. Interview With The Vampire (Anne Rice)
65. Fifth Business (Robertson Davis)
66. One Hundred Years Of Solitude (Gabriel Garcia Marquez)
67. The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants (Ann Brashares)
68. Catch-22 (Joseph Heller)
69. Les Miserables (Hugo)
70. The Little Prince (Antoine de Saint-Exupery)
71. Bridget Jones' Diary (Fielding)
72. Love in the Time of Cholera (Marquez)
73. Shogun (James Clavell)
74. The English Patient (Michael Ondaatje)
75. The Secret Garden (Frances Hodgson Burnett)
76. The Summer Tree (Guy Gavriel Kay)
77. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (Betty Smith)
78. The World According To Garp (John Irving)
79. The Diviners (Margaret Laurence)
80. Charlotte's Web (E.B. White)
81. Not Wanted On The Voyage (Timothy Findley)
82. Of Mice And Men (Steinbeck)
83. Rebecca (Daphne DuMaurier)
84. Wizard's First Rule (Terry Goodkind)
85. Emma (Jane Austen)
86. Watership Down (Richard Adams)
87. Brave New World (Aldous Huxley)
88. The Stone Diaries (Carol Shields)
89. Blindness (Jose Saramago)
90. Kane and Abel (Jeffrey Archer)
91. In The Skin Of A Lion (Ondaatje)
92. Lord of the Flies (Golding)
93. The Good Earth (Pearl S. Buck)

94. The Secret Life of Bees (Sue Monk Kidd)
95. The Bourne Identity (Robert Ludlum)
96. The Outsiders (S.E. Hinton)
97. White Oleander (Janet Fitch)
98. A Woman of Substance (Barbara Taylor Bradford)
99. The Celestine Prophecy (James Redfield)
100. Ulysses (James Joyce)

Tiny Tim

Okay, seriously. Why don't they show reruns of Laugh-In anymore? This was the all time best show ever. Remember Goldie Hawn, who couldn't have been more than 18, covered in a mini bikini and lots of painted on flowers, peace symbols and other great 60's graffiti. I know I am a little video happy today. But remember my time machine...


I have found a time machine and am only interested in the days of yore. When I was teeny, I watched Fame obsessively. I loved me some Doris. I thought she was kickass. I remember this episode where she found a ghost in the library and they sang together. My ten year old self was enthralled. Yes, I wanted to be one of them. I didn't even care if I was the ghost in the mirror. I taped the song off the television and brought the tape to school where my gang of girls called the "Pink Punkettes" would practice singing it. I have not seen the video or heard the song since then. But damn if it does not bring back some memories. I was also Annie in Annie that year. I was a singing fool.
Shout out to Montgomery MacNeil! Marci thinks you should grow out your red 'fro again and represent!

Enjoy a little shadow and light.

The radio makes hideous sounds*

I have a long commute and usually like to catch up on the news, or whatever Elliot is currently obsessed with. Sometimes he gets boring or annoying or does really long commercial breaks, and I find myself flipping channels.
97.1 FM has been playing old school songs from my junior high days which I find wildly exciting. Yesterday I was "never gonna dance again. Guilty feet have got no rhythm". Today it was decided that "we don't need another hero. We don't need to know the way home. All we want is life beyond the Thunderdome". Man, I miss making out with doorknobs and people calling me surfboard. (Maybe not really...). I do want to watch Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome again, though. I loved that movie. I loved Tina Turner and her goat horns. Mel Gibson (pre-obvious crazy) was hot. That one guy looked like a meercat. "Two man enter, One man leaves!" Yeah! I used to want to invite my former boss into the Thunderdome, but I couldn't find one within 500 miles.
I also occassionally land on 99.5 FM which used to be okay with the people who did it who made such an impression on me that I have no idea what their names are. (Mark and Kris? I just looked it up.) I can, however, tell you the names of the current three on what is known as the Kane show. Their names are Kane, Sarah and Samy K. I an guarantee one thing. HOT995 is hot in a way that an infant wouldn't even get burned. I hate them. HATE. This might be the stupidest radio show ever. Even more so than when Elliot gets on his stupid donkey laughing kicks. They sit around making stupid comments to which the other two will chime in with uncomfortable laughter. It's like they gave the nerdy AV club at a local junior high a shot at the microphones. (And I can talk about the nerdy AV club. I was in it.)
Seriously, end the madness. It is crap.

* Quote by Bob Dylan

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Good fortune is simply lost on some people

I woke up on the wrong side of the world today.
This is how my day has gone since then.
I got up and showered. Had time to blow my hair dry and make it pretty. Had enough time to stop at Starbucks and not torment the Barrista with a complicated order. (I got a skim latte). I paid for my drink with two Starbucks cards I found whilst procrastinating on my paper. I got to work on time and had a chance to run my eyes lovingly over the hot crossing guard that I pass on my way in. My paper was graded and I not only got an A, my teacher (whom I was convinced hated me) commented that "You are a very good writer. Great job! Well written, referenced, researched, and organized." !!
I took a walk at lunchtime and the weather could not be more beautiful. I stopped into Chicken Out for a salad and not only did I get it for free, I also got a jumbo cookie and a boy's telephone number. AND it was all on the sly. I did not notice the cookie or the number until I had left. I did thank him for the free salad.
So why am I still all grumbly?