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Saturday, March 24, 2007

I'm Lost

I finally figured out why they named the show "Lost". It is not because they are lost on an island in the middle of no where. It is because I am lost in the premise of the show. What the hell is going on? There is a magic box? This magic box provides anything you wish for? I would wish for a tame unicorn, and a dodo bird, because I would like to play with them. I could probably make the box explode by asking it for a relationship that is great and easy.
Is Ben really Alex's dad? How did he knock Danielle up? That story line confuses me, not just for the fact that Alex looks nothing like Ben. But, that means nothing. (Just for the record, though. She's hot!) But didn't Danielle say that she already had the baby when she came to the island?
Is Ben the only native? Where are his folks? Are they the originators of all of this?
How do they have electricity if one of those electomagnetic bombs took out everything else? On "24", the e-bomb took out everything in season 4.

Random thoughts:
Kate (Evangeline Lilly) looks like a woman who played "Annie" as a kid and just never quite outgrew the look.
Why does Desmond look like Jesus?
Why won't they cut Sawyer's wimpy hair. I hate it.

Friday, March 23, 2007

I'm bored.

I like my drive home. I saw a whole lot of pink the other day, and not on women. Is this the new fashion? I am not certain how I feel about men in pink. I don’t know why it could affect me in a negative way. Maybe it doesn’t. Hmm, in any case I saw a lot of men in pink on my way home the other day.
Yesterday, while driving up to a red light, I saw a woman waiting for a bus. What made her so interesting was that she was in the middle of a very heated argument with … no one. Her face was red with rage and she gesticulated at nothing. She would angrily gather up her coat and shake her fist. I looked around and saw no one and nothing that she could be so angry with. I almost hit the car in front of me trying to watch her. Luckily the light turned green before she turned her enraged eyes onto me. Wonder what pissed her off? Maybe she is a medium and the ghost of Larry “Bud” Melman was annoying her.

Heather Mills (McCartney) gets a leg up

Heather Mills puts her best foot forward on Dancing with the Stars. Prior to shaking a leg, she was told to break a leg and waltzed (well, foxtrotted) her way into America’s hearts. But will she keep her competition on their toes? I hope she does not get cold feet and shoot herself in the foot. She probably gets a kick out of performing and will jump in with both feet and not pussyfoot around. I will wait to cast judgment after I see the footage.

Footnote: I’ve got to run now.*

*Because I know I am not right. But isn't it punny?

Easy going, nice girl seeks patient coffee maker

A bumblebee just flew into my window. First of all, what is he doing all the way up here? I am on the tenth floor. Second, why did he want to come in here? Was he hoping to get some faxes done for free? Because they charge you an arm and a leg at Kinkos. Maybe he thought a cup of coffee would energize him for his long flight back down to ground level. Unfortunately, the fuse blew in our kitchen and we are free from coffee machine coffee. It is okay, though. There was a field trip to the local Caribou, where I have a new audience to alienate with my complicated coffee orders.

Today’s order went something like this:

Me: (playing with my hair, trying to look cute, so they’ll like me. Also, my early experiences with Caribou occurred after my getting a hair cut and then rewarding myself with a coffee treat at the Caribou next to my salon. I would strut in, blonde hair aflowin’, and with a flip of my long sultry tresses I would order them to make me a drink, dammit! So, long story not so short, I get a little cocky when in a Caribou, because I have a history of feeling pretty when I go in there.)

Caribou Coffee Order Taker: …

Me: I will have a Mint Condition. (I should have said something like, “I will only take it if it is in Mint Condition”, or “I need a drink. I understand I have a condition. A Mint Condition”. But I am not clever, and those were not that clever.)

CCOT: $4 Million dollars please.

Me: Wait! Only one pump mocha and all the mint!

CCOT: Typing furiously into the computer

Me: No! Wait! 4 pumps mint. It’s so sweet. You got that I said non-fat, right? And the no-whipped?

CCOT: Still typing.

Me: Tee hee. I am so cute, right?

CCOT: So disgusted, will not look at me.

So I move over to gather my beverage and tell the Coffee Maker Guy to go ahead and put some whipped cream on it. But just a weeeee bit.

Coffee Maker Guy: Puts a ton of whipped cream on it. (oops, I typed me instead of it and that would make this a much more interesting story that I would probably tell over drinks at bars to strangers for years to come. But alas, that did not happen. What did happen was that I made a face and a squeaky noise and told him to take some of it back off again.)

CMG: nicely takes some of it off.

Me: MORE!

I might need to start going back to Starbucks….

Thursday, March 22, 2007

It is delicious outside

Today's weather feels like gulping a cold beverage after having been slaving away in the hot sun. It's like the peanut butter and jelly sandwich you eat after having played in the pool all day long. The air on my skin felt like a hug from my mom after a long trip where I suffered immense homesickness. I can't seem to take enough of it in!

Welcome spring! I really missed you.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Bobblehead ski trip!

Ryan Tobler and his pal Greg Pankewicz hit the slopes.With reckless abandon, they take on Black Diamond Run! It is all about the buddy system.Tobler, having taken on too much speed, takes a header.Long first day behind him, Ryan soaks his pain away. Day two is about serious skiing, dude! You ready to conquer this hill?? Dude! DUDE! DUUUUUUDE!!
Rocky theme music running through their bobbley heads. Ryan's snow blind. He bravely skiis on, feeling his way through the snow."Dude, you call that skiing?" says Greg to his fallen compadre.This is what a fall SHOULD look like!Now let's get serious! Wooooooo!This is one sweet slope! Deep powder skiing is the only way for meeeeeeee.This is what I like to call a SPankewicz! Yee-haww!Hot chocolate in the lodge: Awesome day on the slopes, Tobes. You ain't kiddin', Pankers. Cheers! Now where are those ski bunnies?

*Photography by my sister.

Next blog

I hit the next blog button on Blogger and ended up here http://marksintermediateclasssession10.blogspot.com/ (My computer system does not allow me to do hyperlinks for some reason.)
I read the little entry about donuts and thought, that's cute. I liked donuts, too. I left a comment sharing in my former enthusiasm and read on. I thought, hmm, this person writes kind of weird. Very short and sweet. Nothing seemingly tying the entries together. I read on, looking for the person's profile. When I got to the bottom of the page, I realized that this was a blog for a class. Probably an ESL class, gauging by the names and style. I also noticed there where no other comments left behind. Oops. Hope I did not confuse anyone.
Hee hee.