Ooh! Ooh!

• Realizing that you've never laughed so hard at a tv show before in your life and it's all because they remind you of your family.
• Hearing "That's so cute!" followed directly by "Suck it in!" more times than I can count.
• Howl has forsaken mewing us awake in the morning for a buzzard sounding "Eh!" and still had a wet face while he did it.
• Sophie could not get enough loving and cuddling in yesterday afternoon.
• Walking up the entire flight of stairs and BARELY GETTING WINDED! BOO YEAH!!!
• Thinking that I should wear a bird in my hair more often.

Said by Me.

I refuse to believe that it is wrong to think that watching one episode of a tv show will balance out my life.

Berries and Cream!

I love this commercial for many reasons.
First, because of berries and cream. Yummy! Although I'm not sure about it being in Starbursts....
Second, because the guy gets SO EXCITED about something. Why don't people get genuinely excited about stuff anymore? It's the little things people! I got mail! They're serving sloppy joes! Woohooo!
Third, his costume rocks. More people need to dress in period clothes.
Fourth, his eyes. So wide. So happy. So freaky.

But I Love Him!

I was just told that I remind someone of Elmyra.



Odd...now I want to have a daughter and name her Elmyra.

Like a Robot Chicken Episode Gone Country

Last semester we had to do a pastel piece and work from a model that we set up. Everything that you see below, besides the tables, I actually have.



Including the brain. It is sticky and likes to climb walls.

I Miss Their Girlish Ways

Where the hell are the Venture Bros?

Site of the Day

I found this via Peekaboo.
It's Rory's Book Club.
Yes, that Rory.
Seemed silly at first, and yet, book clubs have been calling me lately.
And...I liked the choices.

The quote is definitely full of cheese.
"Read the books smart people everywhere have been talking about..."

In regards to Invader Zim and robots in general…

When I was younger I thought that the world was created for me, and that everyone in it was a robot. Or some kind of synthetic human and I was being tested or raised by some other beings. Maybe mice a la Hitchhiker’s Guide. I realize now that a lot of people feel the same way growing up. You never know if you are normal, and there is no way to tell. Just like you will never know that what someone perceives as the color green is the same color green that you see. That might explain some fashions that I have seen though, not really the world.

In that one second of really wondering, sincere imagining the ‘what if’ the people you know and love are not really there, I feel lost. Are my passions and fears real? Or do I entertain myself with this sick fantasy because I am afraid to be myself? Maybe this is why I used to eat chocolate so much, and find myself absorbing it now. Crap. Where’s a chocolate fudge torte cake when you need one?

Mute the Shrill Cry of Pain

We have been watching a lot of Invader Zim lately. Rather, my husband has, while I slept last night, and then again at 5:30 this morning. I keep wondering if everyone in that show is an alien, and the only earthling is GIR. GIR made Caz dance. She dances like Elaine.

My hands are getting better. They haven't spasmed latley and I'm hoping it's the new gloves and better hand posture. I've even started to draw some, and allow myself only one creative project a night. Again, I will advise everyone to AVOID GETTING CTS AT ALL COSTS!!! Imagine if you could not use your hands. They go numb when you drive, as you do the dishes. They are numb when you lay down to go to sleep at night and are still numb when your brain is awake enough to recognize discomfort in the morning. You wonder at how your own body could turn against you. I guess it was all of those years of taking notes in class, typing of papers, then knititng and more computer time at work. I never knew how hard it would be to just LAY OFF!!!

My Chronicles of Narnia books are still in their shrink wrap. I'm afraid that once I start reading, I won't have anything left for the Boston trip. I miss the time when I would save up my money for the bookstore, spend hours caressing the shelves, debating which new love to take home. Once there, I would devour it completely, then fly off once more.

The sex is so good in this movie that even the audience needs a shower. Odd though, 'cuz I've never really been a Bronson fan.

New Mary

Glad to see she has her own series. Intriguing topic though.
Newsday.com: High anxiety: "Nancy Botwin's husband dropped dead jogging. He left her with two boys to raise and more debt than she had any idea they had, including the mortgage on a big, white-stucco house in a cookie-cutter California development like the one E.T. was staying in when he phoned home.
What's a desperate housewife to do? Sell the SUV? Find a less pricey neighborhood? See if Wal-Mart needs a greeter? All of the above?"

Just Do What Wayne Brady says and no one will get hurt...

Chappelle's Show Is 'Done,' Murphy Says - Yahoo! News: "NEW YORK - Time to face the facts: Dave Chappelle's hit Comedy Central series isn't coming back, says one of its stars. '`Chappelle's Show' is over, man. Done,' comic Charlie Murphy told TV Guide. 'It took me a long time to be able to say those words, but I can say it pretty easy now, because it's the truth.'
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Chappelle's sudden 'spiritual retreat' to South Africa on the eve of his show's third season has left the series in limbo since May. About half of a new season had been filmed before Chappelle left, Murphy said."

Give My Talisman a Ring

Barely got any sleep last night due to numb arms, wrists and hands. I think I might end up going to the doctor a lot sooner than I thought. I p
robably won't be blogging or checking on other blogs for the rest of the day. However, last night I saw a t-shirt that had me giggling for the rest of the night: I BLOGGED YOUR GIRLFRIEND. Again VJ, I thought of you. That, and D'Hoffryn in 'Selfless' when he looked upon a slaughter in the frat house and stated, 'It looks like someone slaughtered an Abercrombie and Fitch catalogue.' I did a lot of loner giggling last night. And it was good.