Thursday, September 28, 2006
Fast forward to leaving bubble drink place. Jada and I are riding with Jose and Mark is going straight home. While we are still in the parking lot, Mark pulls up beside us and shows us a small something. It is Jada's keys. She had left them in his car. He says, "Now, that would have been bad!" We are all in hearty agreement. Then he says, "Do we need to take a second for everybody to make sure that they have everything out of my car???" We decline the offer. I am laughing because I think, "Ha, ha! Jada left her keys! She's so forgetful! I never do anything like that! I always know where my stuff is! Ha!" I even say to Jada, "I think that he was referring to you when he said that." And she says, "Yeah. Probably." As we drive off, I feel all the confidence of a person who has it together.
Fast forward to when we are in the parking lot of our apartments. I am getting my stuff out of Jada's car (which I was riding in earlier) and I say, "Fiddlesticks! I left my purse in Mark's car."
That, my friends, is what you call getting your just deserts. My arrogance has brought me low.
We had to go all the way to Mark's house and pick up my purse.
Next time, I'm checking the car for my stuff. And no more making fun of people who forget their keys.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Ok y'all, do any of you remember those nerdy guys in high school that had the most random sense of humor, but at the same time, were so extremely, exaggeratedly funny? Well, those guys have grown up and made a cartoon, and it's name is homestarrunner.com.
It's a collection of Flash cartoons, etc. involving Homestar Runner and his cohorts, and I have to say, it is so very entertaining. And cute. It's supposed to be for kids, but to heck with that, Homestar rocks! I love the way he talks. (He don't wear no socks! His favorite food is lox!)
First, make sure you click on the little circle that says "first time here?" and watch the short introduction. Then check the "Strong Bad email," in which Strong Bad answers actual emails. You can even write him if you want. And then, of course, watch the cartoons.
Ok, now that you have your itinerary, get going!
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
The Not So Little Book of Dung
Cod: A Biography of the Fish that Changed the World
Yes, these are real titles. And, I might add, there were multiple copies of each. I'm not just talking about two, either. I mean there were like a dozen each. Oh, and while I was browsing in the European History section, I came across The Basque History of the World: The Story of a Nation, which doesn't have a weird title or subject, the only point of interest being that it was written by the same guy who wrote Cod and there was a line on the back cover proclaiming, "Like his celebrated Cod..."
I guess that a biography of the fish that changed the world must be a real gem. I mean, it was celebrated.
It sounds pretty boring to me, but if you like that, check out Salt: A World History, same author.
That dung book had better be good too, but I don't know how it could top the History of Farts.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
But I can't because I went beta. So to alleviate my woes, I'll post some linkarooneys in a minute.
I guess I should now let you in on a little secret about myself. I'm actually a little bit of a youtube junky. Believe me, there are probably (literally) a million more people out there who are a lot worse off than me, but I do like to follow a few of the youtube crazies.
There's the drama of lonelygirl15. Is it real? Is it fake? For a little while it was a big Internet mystery. I even liked her so much that I put a video of hers on my blog. Well, now we know people. They have been exposed of as complete fakes. Now, watching the latest video is just a big let down. When you know that they are acting, it's just so bad. As in, the acting is bad. I'm still going to watch to find out what happens, though.
Then there's thewinekone, he's preeeetty funny. And he's real.
Then there's paytotheorderofofof, she's a little boring and long winded, but I still watch her videos.
Lastly, there is BaratsAndBereta. These guys are so funny! They do skits and jokes.
So go to youtube. Live a little. Laugh a little. Love a little (or just gag me with a spoon).
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
I just finished listening to Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson from Librivox. It was awesome. All the readers really get into the piratey dialogue.
Shiver my timbers! Davy Jones' locker! Avast, there!
Saturday, September 16, 2006
David's blog — Hope Chapel's arts pastor David Taylor blogs profoundly on all things Christian and aesthetic
Jada's blog — Jada possesses the rare (and coveted) writerly ability to write so you feel as though you're reading her mind
Jennifer's blog — Jennifer examines a variety of topics with intelligence and verve, and she posts lots of photos too
Melanie's blog — Melanie draws back the curtains of her heart and shares (bares?) her soul
Man, that's all I get? "She posts pictures of her feet"?
Friday, September 15, 2006
So, I've gotten a little criticism from my friends and fellow collaborators on ideas for mixed drinks. They said that I came home last night and blogged too fast about the Liger. Someone, even said I was "moblogging".
Okay, so maybe I did get home and write a post really fast. I just live down the street. I got home in 5 minutes and I was excited. What can I say?
Next time we make up a fictional drink called the Tigon or the Mule or the Hinny, one of you people can post about it, ok? Now does that make you guys feel better? Hug? Hug?
Thursday, September 14, 2006
It contains ginger ale, rum (maybe coconut rum, we don't know yet), and a splash of half 'n half, over ice, in a low ball glass.
We call it The Liger.
Yes, that is one of the special things we do at a serious Bible study. We study the Bible and think up mixed drinks. Well, maybe not so much thinking up of mixed drinks. That's the first one that we've ever collaborated on.
We haven't tried it yet. I'll get back to you on how it actually tastes. I know, we're dorks. It rubs off on me from Tim and Jada.
I'm actually totally cool.
P.S. How about this liger???
However, he told me that the other day he was in the bathroom at his job and when he had finished, he was leaving the restroom and, looking to his left, there was a guy sitting on the toilet with the stall door open, just out there for the world to see. He didn't care.
That's really gross. Don't you people have any sense of privacy?
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
That said, I am continuing my investigative report.
In addition to the regular public restrooms, at my office we have what is known as (or more specifically, what I call) the "private bathroom." You know, just one toilet and sink. There is one for gentlemen and one for ladies. I guess the architect felt that the awkwardness of public restrooms in those special times necessitated a place where people can go to have a little moment to themselves.
The only problem with that is that everyone else also knows why someone visits the private bathroom. Therefore, no one wants anyone to see them go in.
So this is the standard approach procedure...in a flow chart:
This has been my report. In depth and informative.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
I don't know about guys (my husband tells me that they [meaning American men, because in Spain this kind of thing just doesn't happen...]) have no qualms about making any untoward sounds in public, but we women hate to have anyone hear any kind of noise other than the name of the purple teletubbie, if you know what I mean.
Let me tell you a story. One day I was in said public restroom. As I was washing my hands, I was having a little conversation with my friend and co-worker. One stall was occupied, but otherwise we were alone. As I washed my hands, my friend was talking away, really into what she was saying. Now, I can't remember what it was that she was saying. That's because right when she was in the thick of an important point, the person in the stall (I don't know who) let out a really loud fart. It was very long and staccato-y. My friend tried to continue speaking right through the loudness, but we were both distracted from what she was saying and, at the same time, trying to ignore the fart. I could tell that my friend was distracted because she kept pausing and shifting her eyes. My lips were pinched shut and quivering. I was trying as hard as I could not to let out a loud guffaw. I didn't want to be rude to the farter by laughing. (Plus, I didn't want my co-worker to know that I think farts are funny.) By the time I was drying my hands, my friend had gotten it together and was continuing her important point. We walked out of the restroom together, leaving the farting lady to herself. It was all very awkward.
And now, all I have to say in conclusion is that the very same thing happened to me in the same restroom (long before above incident). The only exceptions being that there was just one other person there to hear my loudness, and that I know exactly who she is and she knows exactly who I am. Every time I see her in the halls I wonder if she thinks of me as the loud-farting girl from the bathroom.
Now THAT is awkward.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
What did I do this weekend, you ask? Well, this weekend I went with my sister-in-law, Amber, and Jose to do some fun things around the great town of Austin. First, we went to the Cactus and Succulent Plant Show at the Zilker Botanical Garden.
There were plants on display...
...and for sale.
This one has a teensy little flower.
I bought my own "Lithops." A.k.a the living stone. Mine is Lithops bromfieldii. I didn't buy one of the pots pictured, I got a little bitty one. It was cheaper. Oh yeah, the Lithops plant is from Namibia. I feel so close to Brad and Angelina now.
The coolest thing that we did was that we went up to the observation deck of the UT Tower. About a month ago I wrote about Charles Whitman and how he went up there and was shooting people. Well, it does have a great view, but it's also pretty eerie to have read about what happened there and then basically walk in Whitman's footsteps. We went down the same hall, up the same elevator, then up the same 3 flights of stairs. We saw the bulletholes left by the people who were shooting at him from the ground. They were plastered over, but you can still see them clearly. We saw the waterspouts that he used as turrets. We saw the view of the drag (Guadalupe St.) where many of his victims were out shopping and enjoying the day. It was all more than just a little surreal. Freaky is more like it. Apparently, the tour guide director was a witness. She has instructed the guides not to talk about the incident in their official schpiel, but they can talk about it if asked. While we were up there, both of the tour guides were asked about it and were in two different corners of the deck telling the story to 2 groups of tourists. There were a lot of foreigners in our group. The place will always be marked by tragedy.