tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52812472011-07-07T19:26:45.462-05:00overheardeavesdropping for the technologically savvyjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.comBlogger1131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-75044686726914238292008-09-14T20:41:00.002-05:002008-09-14T20:51:00.081-05:00'J'ai Danse Avec L'amour...." I got this from Jessica - although she didn't include all the awesome Dead Milkmen songs that came up. C'mon, if the answer to 'How do you feel today?' is 'I'm So Bored I'm Drinking Bleach'... it's true! ~~~~~Here's how to "play" along!1. Put your i pod on shuffle.2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.3. You must write that song name down & jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-48519382043899485152008-09-03T23:36:00.003-05:002008-09-03T23:45:50.973-05:00Oh, for fuck's sake. The proximity of Alaska to Russia does not, in any way shape or form, translate into foreign policy experience. People who don't know what the job of the Vice President entails shouldn't be Vice President. And a constitutional amendment to ban gay marriage is not only a violation of said constitution, it's an act equally abhorrent to the senseless and raging racism of the jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-48334788050390512512008-08-23T12:26:00.003-05:002008-08-23T12:44:58.724-05:00I need to make a list of Breakfast Friends - people who are willing to go get breakfast with me before 10am on a Saturday. This isn't really the place to do it, since no one who lives within 30 miles of me reads this blog. But it's an appropriate place to complain, nonetheless. So instead of getting pancakes this morning (I love pancakes, I love them SO MUCH, but they are kind of a pain in the jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-17319099224075807022008-08-01T09:18:00.003-05:002008-08-01T09:19:17.499-05:00Who knew that a simple Google search for "boojum tree" would bring up such a gem?jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-63496268492839884982008-07-27T10:17:00.002-05:002008-07-27T10:32:34.960-05:00Seriously? It's been a month since I've posted? Jess is right; I am the worst blogger. I thought it would get better when I got an iPhone, but I am not a fan of typing on that little teeny keyboard (even if the word recognition software is superb). Do not get me wrong - I love the iPhone. It's like a second pet. (Wait - we have two pets. It's like a third pet.) It is a super-amazing little jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-5485370386928398402008-06-28T12:31:00.002-05:002008-06-28T12:37:59.678-05:00I grabbed this from Jess. It seemed like a challenge. :) This is one of those goofy days where I post twice. Note the answer to number 23. You can only type ONE word! Not as easy as you might think. Copy the questions below, change the answers to suit you, and blog. It's really hard to only use one word answers.1. Where is your cell phone? here2. Your significant other? Q3. Your hair? long6. Yourjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-49931852481287678792008-06-28T12:23:00.002-05:002008-06-28T12:30:58.829-05:00I sit next to the Grouchiest Guy Alive at work. (Is there a difference between being grouchy and grumpy? Grumpy seems a little more, I don't know, cute? And he's not cute. Anyway.) So the other day GGA was talking about how exercise makes you gain weight. I was expecting the usual (and true) statements about how muscle weighs more than fat, but no - GGA emphatically claims that exercise just jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-31289040505991845952008-06-08T22:14:00.003-05:002008-06-08T22:35:19.326-05:00Watching Euro 2008 (that's soccer, kids):Announcer 1: .. The United States. Announcer 2: Of America. Um, thanks for clarifying. I was thinking that the United States of Antarctica might be playing a friendly match with Argentina this afternoon. :p Roseanne - ahem, I mean, Jessica, tipped me off to this 'What TV mom are you' quiz: http://web.tickle.com/rd/53516/tests/tvmom/I'm Claire Huxtable! jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-80170562248566992122008-06-07T10:49:00.003-05:002008-06-07T10:52:57.085-05:00Yes - a 9-month absence, and then two days with back-to-back posts. That's how I roll. The S&P 500 used to be the S&P 90. I find that to be inexplicably adorable.Someone torched a car in front of our neighbor's house last night. We (me and SevenofTwo and our husbands) were sitting in the back yard around 1:30am when Mr. Blue noticed a giant black plume of smoke. We ran out into the front to see ajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-2921971990489684662008-06-06T17:23:00.003-05:002008-06-06T17:28:48.687-05:00Jess called me a bum for not updating my blog! Well, that is true. So here's a little something fun: 54As a 1930s wife, I amAverageTake the test!See, I probably got scored negatively for "Tells vulgar stories", but I think my husband would score me positively for that! Now, as a 1930's husband, I am zee shit: 113As a 1930s husband, I amVery SuperiorTake the test!I suspect that's because it's jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-28105341904748240452007-10-08T04:53:00.000-05:002007-10-08T04:55:23.005-05:00"You'll know how to hit once you have a little brother. Little brothers teach you how to hit." -dad at Baskin Robbins to one of his many children. Is that where I got my mean right hook?jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-52856889373558285292007-09-24T23:12:00.000-05:002007-09-24T23:13:58.702-05:00hee hee! What Famous Leader Are You?personality tests by similarminds.comYoinked from Jess !jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-71382791606872158892007-09-23T22:15:00.000-05:002007-09-23T22:18:44.491-05:00A friend's kid, in the car: "I can't talk right now, Dad. My head is full of science." AWESOME!! We also went to see Foreigner/Styx/DEF LEPPARD this week! It was totally rad, of course. We saw the following things: devil hornsplumber crackbig 80's hairtight pantsUnion Jack sleeveless shirt (on a dude)Ankle boots, miniskirt, and newsboy hat (on a girl) Lots of tattoosGuy spilling beer on a girlOnejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-18361631343441151852007-09-13T16:59:00.000-05:002007-09-13T17:08:38.001-05:00I occasionally get e-mail that is intended for someone who has an address remarkably similar to mine. The one I got today had this gem in it: "She asked me to tell daddy not to be too mad at her cause the intire classfailed their spelling test today and are suposed to take it over again."I supose that if the intire class failed their spelling test, the teacher might send some extra study jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1528993435907063392007-09-03T17:32:00.000-05:002007-09-04T22:20:35.194-05:00Yep, I am a slacker. But guess what? This is post number ONE HUNDRED! WOO!So I was standing in the kitchen after dinner, conversing with Mr. Blue, and he (utilizing his talents to the max) bends the conversation to something veeerrrrry gross and disgusting, so I start singing AS LOUD AS I POSSIBLY CAN to drown him out (plus I can be extraordinarily loud when I want to be - seriously, you would jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-2534379457575921812007-07-21T13:04:00.000-05:002007-07-21T13:13:30.997-05:00What??Noooo. Apparently, this is because of the words "crack" (used 4 times), "hell" (used 3 times), "dead" (used twice) and "stab" (once). So if I said "After taking a stab at climbing that wicked crack, I was dead tired, so I took off my shoes 'cause they hurt like hell", that would make it extra NC-17? Get your own ridiculous results here! An overheard (from a co-worker, quoting her jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-12023527856243309442007-07-13T10:08:00.000-05:002007-07-13T10:23:17.708-05:00I figured that the conversation had evolved enough to make this a post of its own: Every now and again at work, this question comes up. Say you are given a resume for a person you will be interviewing. Is it okay to do a Google search on that person before the interview? How about after? Does it depend on the success of the interview? What if the panel that interviewed this candidate can't agree jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-18968151531961199242007-07-01T15:18:00.000-05:002007-07-01T15:36:36.806-05:00Zandperl tipped me off to this: www.pandora.comIt's a cool personalized web-radio that you can train! And - it's free. WOW. I was going to say "I'm loving it", but that's the McDonald's slogan, which makes me feel queasy, which is not at all how I feel about Pandora. I love the Pandora. I love it good. I'm going to break with tradition and throw a question out to y'all (yes, all three of y'all). jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-61400243241194843802007-06-14T22:57:00.001-05:002007-06-14T22:58:44.947-05:00"give piss a chance"- sign in the KFC bathroom in Transylvania, with a picture of a guy and a urinalI barely even care what the sign says, I'm so excited that a friend ended up at a KFC in Transylvania. (Apparently, they don't have popcorn chicken.)jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-57027472087572632492007-06-11T21:27:00.001-05:002007-06-11T21:28:45.716-05:00This story comes from Black Susan, who is currently imprisoned in Texas! (I mean that she's there for her job - she's not actually in prison.) I'm in Austin, TX, which is only slightly annoying, but certainly moreannoying on weekends when I am by myself. I finally dragged myselfout of my mopey "I wanna go home" weekend funk this afternoon and wentdowntown to have lunch at a noodle shop and hang jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-23725605390854070092007-06-06T04:03:00.000-05:002007-06-06T04:13:57.255-05:00My sister-in-law and I were at Nordstrom's over the weekend. As she was buying some shoes (those really cute ballet-slipper type ones), a couple came up to the counter to return some shoes.... some nasty-ass gold lame' platform shoes that had been bought TWO YEARS AGO! They - well, HE argued and argued with the salesperson while she just stood there looking dumb, and the poor people at jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-25519047634292081422007-05-26T10:05:00.003-05:002007-05-26T10:10:17.214-05:00"Satan is boring" -graffiti near Tavistock SquareSo true. We need a newer, fresher icon of evil. Something a little more sexy, a little more subtle. You couldn't take Satan to a party, it'd just be all damnnation and fire and yelling and eternal torture, not to mention the sulfur smell. Satan, you are boring. Either update your look, or you will be replaced by Kate Moss.jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-44595634780360843522007-05-13T07:20:00.001-05:002007-05-13T07:20:30.180-05:00HELLO from London! Will it ever stop raining?jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-72709858033935574762007-04-29T21:36:00.000-05:002007-04-29T21:38:29.599-05:00While waiting for a prescription to be filled at Walgreens, I found the most horrifying hair care product ever. I have nothing to say but ewwwwwwww.jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-33185560397434782092007-04-20T20:27:00.000-05:002007-04-20T20:29:25.036-05:00At the grocery store today, jalepenos were mistakenly labeled as green beans. Could be a problem with those who have severe culinary disinclination! Our survival class went on our survival trip, and we all survived. Yay! On the way back, the one real idiot in the class was telling a story that involved this: "So, he was like, you're gonna need a catheter, and I was like, what's a catheter?" I jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-41387896358383397072007-04-06T10:34:00.000-05:002007-04-06T10:39:16.374-05:00"In the future, humans won't even have legs. We won't need 'em." -guy at Denny'sScrew the future! It's gonna suck!Also a piece of unsolicited advice - if you go to a restaurant and decide to hit on the waitress, wait until the end of your meal to do so. It makes things so much less awkward for everyone, especially if you are the last person in the restaurant to realize that you are getting shot jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-81281842084506389472007-04-04T22:52:00.001-05:002007-04-04T22:52:50.095-05:00"Don't shave mad."-written on someone's whiteboard at workjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-35747991968410588242007-03-31T20:24:00.000-05:002007-03-31T20:38:15.249-05:00Oh, I don't know...Even without family, I'd still have my job to drink about. Speaking of drinking, I wouldn't recommend participating in Chainsaw Art while imbibing. But maybe it would be a good thing to shop for when you're drunk. PS - I added a link to Kate's blog on the sidebar. She's a really creative photographer - we did a set of bridal pics and had an absolute blast running all over Tempejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-31693376170291650312007-03-28T19:39:00.000-05:002007-03-28T19:49:22.547-05:00In our survival class, talking about one of the more zealous members (absent at the time):"Just take him with a grain of salt, okay you guys?" - Teacher Prone to Giggles(undertones) "Just take him with a gram of coke is more like it." - Teacher Prone to SwearingZealous Outdoorseyman showed up later: "And I'd eat another lactating rabbit, I don't care!" Apparently, they're delicious. Hm. Class jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-55651728967505386922007-03-18T20:22:00.001-05:002007-03-18T20:23:58.778-05:00One year ago - almost right now! I'm such a lucky girl. :)jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-80460593705352716872007-03-09T16:27:00.000-05:002007-03-09T16:32:47.313-05:00"Yup, the most famous stuff on earth: duct tape." -Wilderness Survival Teacher PersonThat might not be strictly true, but I hope it's at least in the top 100. You know when people ask questions because they want to seem smart, and it just backfires in such a major way? We have one of those in our class. Oh, so many questions does she ask. "Um, so I know you shouldn't drink alcohol to warm up in jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-38330713052020628312007-03-04T19:37:00.000-05:002007-03-04T19:50:43.572-05:00What a cute little juice box, with monsters on the front!It even comes with a little straw!Blech!! It's not juice! It's a little box of sake! Perhaps it should come in a container with a warning?Thanks to Black Susan and Stash Kovac for the exciting gifts from Japan! (The warning box is from a very small robot!)jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-64679277583604173992007-02-17T13:12:00.000-05:002007-02-17T13:22:26.313-05:00"Is it possible to smell your own fear? 'Cause I think that's what I smell."-girl at the rock gym The smell of fear must be better than so many other things I've smelled at the rock gym. I am NOT looking forward to summer, where the ropes get all wet and nasty. Have you ever tried to tie a figure-8 knot with only your pinkies? Eeeeew. "Many a redneck has been sent to his death by a beautiful girljhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-79300139943792845752007-01-24T22:09:00.000-05:002007-01-24T22:10:16.250-05:00After several incoherent ones, I got this randomly generated haikuHaiku2 for blue102 murderous rampagesbrought on by myspace i'm stillconsidering it @ aboutmylife.netadvogato.orgblogger.comblogs.gnome.orgblogspot.comdeadjournal.comgreatestjournal.comlivejournal.commyspace.comspaces.msn.comCreated by Grahamejhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-72881259163567141962007-01-23T23:48:00.000-05:002007-01-23T23:50:46.041-05:00I'm just cutting and pasting this from an e-mail I sent to seven-of-two and Corn Child, because I am too busy trying to keep my cat from consuming styrofoam peanuts. Why do I have styrofoam peanuts? Read on! "We drove up after a long day at work and there was a package outside.Strange, it's after the holidays and we didn't order anything. And Ican't think of a reason that someone would want to jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-89602832201751045492007-01-08T23:06:00.000-05:002007-01-08T23:21:35.596-05:00I have to say (after posting about it on Corn Child's blog... maybe) that I am not a fan of how Blogger is now all smooched up with my Gmail account like two seventh-graders in the bike racks after school. NOT A FAN. Although I wonder if Mr. Blue would be willing to find a bike rack and make out.... hmm.... I was going to post about the lady at the dry cleaners who went TOTALLY BATSHIT INSANE jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1167673127730965712007-01-01T12:34:00.000-05:002007-01-01T12:38:47.730-05:00We went to Four Peaks for lunch, and the girl at the next table started talking to a friend about how she doesn't floss: "Wow! I mean, I'm so impressed that you floss! I never floss. I always say I'm going to floss, but I never do." The conversational topic didn't really catch on at her table - it's probably true that very few people floss on a regular basis, but discussing the lapses in one's jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1167264828115640502006-12-27T19:11:00.000-05:002006-12-27T19:13:48.130-05:00I would like to tell everyone that I just started a fire WITH NO MATCHES! Woohoo! I used one of these. And no, I wasn't camping or hiking or anything, I just started a fire in my backyard. With no matches. BECAUSE I CAN!!!jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1166998452781144682006-12-24T17:03:00.000-05:002006-12-24T17:18:10.866-05:00"It smells like barf!" -kid in the grocery store parking lotKids are hilarious. We were in line at Target last weekend, and the 5-year old behind us decided to get chatty. A few steps into the conversation: me: So how old are you?kid: I'm 5. How old are you? me: I'm 29.Her eyes widen, like I'm the oldest person she's ever met. kid: (softly) Ohhhh. Do you have kids? me: No, not yet. kid: Why not? jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1166331861855947592006-12-16T23:57:00.000-05:002006-12-17T00:04:21.873-05:00We are watching PROFESSIONAL ARM WRESTLING on ESPN2. It is so cool. There are referees, and rules, and lingo and commentators, and strategies, and everything! The current world champion has a huge right arm and a normal left arm. "You can see the intensity in his eyes! He's like a coiled snake!" The really funny thing? The contestants all hug after each match. No kidding. By the way, who do I jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1164384875246184092006-11-24T11:05:00.000-05:002006-11-24T11:14:35.246-05:00Middle-aged woman to older woman, very excited:"It's like a goldfish - ON CRACK!!" I think she was talking about the koi at the zoo. Which would probably make them more like a goldfish on steroids, unless that particular fish was totally freaking out, or maybe breaking into another koi's car to steal it's stereo and sell it for drugs. That would've been cool. But the COOLEST THING at the Zoo was jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1163651050507656782006-11-15T23:18:00.000-05:002006-11-15T23:31:06.526-05:00"Where did my pancake go?" -Steve the Climbing Hippie, who misplaced his pancake while driving. The pancake in question was found at the end of the day, under the driver's seat. "You got your seatbelts on? Good. I never use 'em." -tow truck driver (not wearing seat belt) The tow truck driver quoted here is the one that picked up us - and our smashed Civic! - after an accident on the I-10E on jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1161750012469686352006-10-24T23:14:00.000-05:002006-10-24T23:22:27.803-05:00How 'come Target's fall line of clothes are all in various shades of puke? No one looks good in puke. I don't care if it's the orange, green, or pink variant. I was at Target this evening. Their doorbell (they have one for nighttime deliveries) was going berzerk, the whole time I was there. It was cool. Overseen: "I am pregnant 04/06"wall of Bunhuggers, Flagstaff. Did someone find out they were jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1160116428716580942006-10-06T01:23:00.000-05:002006-10-06T01:33:48.730-05:00Oh, my holy crap. I tried to go on MySpace, because I want to see the page of a very darling friend of mine and there were dancing Elmos and siezure-inducing flashy things and a million tiny Christmas graphics and colors and words all running around and stuff. Wow. I'm surprised more people don't go on murderous rampages brought on by MySpace. I'm still considering it (the murderous rampage), so jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1159242987710050482006-09-25T22:35:00.000-05:002006-09-25T22:56:27.733-05:00Well, now that I've completed the two-second logon process... I don't remember what I was going to post about. Hmm. Kristen sent me a great Overheard, that could only be from one place... TEXAS!This one comes direct from one of my instructors, who (sadly enough) lives in the same city I do. Please don't judge me based on what he says! Ready? Here goes: "You know, it's like John Wayne toilet jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1157680241257554212006-09-07T20:45:00.000-05:002006-09-07T20:50:41.273-05:00A Memo from Management: "I think that 'permanent' is a relative term."-department managerThe joys of working for a large government contractor are sometimes just too stupid to express. The place I work for is such a big, dumb, lumbering Neanderthal... it's a wonder Darwinism hasn't weeded it out yet.jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1156492539572635232006-08-25T02:55:00.000-05:002006-08-25T02:55:39.586-05:00'Snakes on a Plane' was great. GREAT!!!!jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1155518540775600422006-08-13T20:04:00.000-05:002006-08-13T20:22:31.863-05:00Really good friends will: 1. Meet you for climbing.... at 5:30am....2. Be beautifully patient as you take the wrongest road possible to the crag....3. Keep their sense of humor and adventure as "30% chance of scattered showers" turns into "100% chance of unrelenting downpour" before the first bolt has been clipped....4. Cheer for you out loud as you drive your Honda Civic like an SUV through jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1154733683717893282006-08-04T18:10:00.000-05:002006-08-04T18:21:23.730-05:00For those of you who don't like to smoke: you can experience crack in tasty sandwich form! Mmm! Crack is Wack... but in such a delicious way! Here are pictures of Nina and Ella: jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1154575307909229612006-08-02T22:20:00.000-05:002006-08-02T22:21:47.923-05:00"We were at dinner, and some guy was drinking salsa!" ** OK, so the "guy" is my husband, so I'm used to that. But he really wanted someone to say that about him. So I did. :)jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1154403797291812792006-07-31T22:32:00.000-05:002006-07-31T22:43:18.120-05:00Nice. There's a liposuction commercial going on in the other room. Mr. Blue is shooting at the cats with a Nerf gun, and I had brownies for dinner! Whee! My dad was in the hospital last week, which was unfortunate (here are some details ), but he did overhear his neighbor, who was definitely not having a good time of it: "IF I CAN'T HAVE MY OWN UNDERWEAR, I'M GOIN' HOME!!!" -disgruntled hospitaljhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1153285329735181032006-07-18T23:57:00.000-05:002006-07-19T23:17:35.926-05:00Yes, it's been a while. But this one was sooooo worth it. Overheard at a 7-11 in Salt Lake City: two women (one behind the counter) discussing marital problems... Trashy Lady 1 is telling 7-11 Worker Lady how her husband has been unfaithful, and 7-11 Worker Lady says: "Yeah! I remember when I found Linda... sleeping with my husband! I pushed my way up to her door and caught them! The next time jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1146873935609307092006-05-05T18:54:00.000-05:002006-05-05T19:05:35.616-05:00Welcome to a special edition of Overheard! This week, we feature things that were overheard by people who are not me. First, two Overheards from Kris who, by the way, is getting an A in her Physics class and can probably skip her final exam. Go Kris!!"A little background - these two guys in my class were discussing how one of them was extremely tired. Seems he didn't get any sleep last night jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1146200974644415732006-04-27T23:43:00.000-05:002006-04-28T00:09:34.656-05:00"Stop it - you're making me feel like a 13 year-old Catholic." -girl at the rock gym, perhaps receiving too much advice on how to climb? My climbing partner moved, and it is so sad! I am realizing that looking for a climbing partner is a lot like looking for a boyfriend. Here are the parallels: 1. Climbing partner moves = Getting dumped. This wonderful person you've trusted with your life is jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1145719977988290322006-04-22T10:03:00.000-05:002006-04-22T10:32:58.000-05:00My cousin reminded me that I had a blog, and that I should post something in it. Luckily, I still have the shred of junk mail onto which I scribbled an astoundingly inane conversation that Mr. Blue and I heard at the coffee house. (Yes, he's officially Mr. Blue now... I've gone and made him an honest man.) Most of these posts happen when someone says something dumb, and I happen to remember it. jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1141351042560547012006-03-02T20:56:00.000-05:002006-03-02T20:59:52.603-05:00I thought I would share my bridal portrait with you all. I promise to love, honor, and sharpen frequently. This photo is from the nice folks at Henckel's knives. jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1141308243707629792006-03-02T09:02:00.000-05:002006-03-02T09:04:03.716-05:00uh-oh, again! Seems my blog-bitching has sent several people into a panic, wondering if they had sent their RSVP's. The folks I have in mind don't really know about my blog so, Dear Readers, you are off the hook. Sorry for the rant and any unintended finger-pointing!jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1141276871897204112006-03-02T00:12:00.000-05:002006-03-02T00:21:19.386-05:00uh-oh... a rant!!I'm not really sure why people find it so hard to RSVP. Is it not common decency (not to mention common sense) that, if someone is kind enough to invite you to something - particularly if they are hosting in their own home! - that those invited should respond? Generally RSVP-ing is a fairly simple process wherein one can call and say "I can come, thank you" or "I can't make it,jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1139032783143879632006-02-04T00:58:00.000-05:002006-02-04T00:59:43.153-05:00An Overheard from Kris! This one made me crack the hell up!! "Just thought I'd write to pass along a new entry for your blog. We were at Chili's tonight, sitting next to a table full of tipsy adults and annoying teenagers. We were about to leave and all of a sudden, this woman says "Yeah! Maybe they'd get some work done if they turned off their VIBRATORS!!!!!!" LMAO - I about died laughing. jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1139019850433686112006-02-03T21:07:00.000-05:002006-02-03T21:24:10.443-05:00A girl I work with went to the dentist today and came back with two cases of eggplant*. Two huge boxes of them, there were probably 50 eggplant total. So there were eggplant (eggplants??) ALL over work today... it was surreal! To look something up in my statistics book, I had to move an eggplant. Eggplants on top of cubicle walls, eggplants being tossed through the aisles (they are somewhat jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1137364511804008092006-01-15T17:34:00.000-05:002006-01-15T17:35:11.816-05:00There is a class at the community center called Optimal Digestion.jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1137346839311653482006-01-15T12:27:00.001-05:002006-01-15T12:40:39.313-05:00"Oh, great Ear in the SKY!!" -guy at work wearing a polo shirt with the Klingon symbol on it. You'll all be glad that I did not kill everyone at the bridal store this past weekend. But I was sorely tempted, in so many ways. I could've gone all Boston Strangler with a $200 piece of netting (or a "veil", which somehow justifies the price?). Or clubbed people with a stack of dyeable shoes. Can you jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1134872431358309052005-12-17T21:19:00.000-05:002005-12-17T21:20:31.366-05:00The key phrase is "unique ingredients". I'm sure it has much of what I expect, but "good tastes" are not on that list. Lunchmeats & SausagesP&P Loaf (DECEMBER SALE)3 1/2 LB. PKGAnother of our loaf products, Pickle & Pimento Loaf is not only a veryfestive looking lunchmeat, but also very tasty as well. We finelygrind our pork and veal befor we add in all the spices. With a tastesimilar to bologna,jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1134794457616440642005-12-16T23:34:00.000-05:002005-12-16T23:40:57.616-05:00This is quite interesting:http://www.m-w.com/info/05words.htmHad you been in a coma for all of 2005, you could probably take a halfway decent stab at what happened simply based on the top ten words looked up at Merriam-Webster's website over the past year. 2004 doesn't seem quite as correlated - true, it has words like "incumbent", "electoral" and "insurgent", but it also has "defenestration" andjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1134793989151472422005-12-16T23:28:00.000-05:002005-12-16T23:33:09.160-05:00"Oh man... every time I eat something really spicy, my ear hurts and I can't think."-work dude who brought salsa to the Holiday PotluckAlso, we saw a hearse in the carpool lane yesterday. Does "high occupancy" imply only the living? Is that discriminatory towards the life-disadvantaged? Dead people have places to go, too.... well, okay, dead people really only have one place to go, but should we jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1132150524041080452005-11-16T09:13:00.000-05:002005-11-16T09:15:24.050-05:00"She used to put pork chops in her purse... wrap them up in a napkin and take them home. And she'd tell them she was only going to have half a cup of coffee, so she only wanted to pay for half a cup of coffee..." -chicks at breakfast place, talking about some ridiculously cheap personIsn't coffee, like, 95 cents??? I can't imagine having the smell of pork chops wafting out of my purse... yick.jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1131757611857489212005-11-11T20:05:00.000-05:002005-11-11T20:06:51.876-05:00The future Mr. J and I met Buzz Aldrin today! He went to the freakin' MOON, man!! He wrote a children's book and did a book signing at a local mall. It was really, REALLY awesome.jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1131743695976733902005-11-11T16:12:00.000-05:002005-11-11T16:14:55.986-05:00I saw the "Advanced Pavement Laboratory" at ASU! (We were there for Black Susan's wildly successful Ph.D. defense... hooray, Susan!) Also heard the following:"I mean, she was being nice? For no reason?? Who does that?!" -very cheerful girl at ASU on her cell phoneI though I was a pessimist, but wow!jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1131166582007756502005-11-04T23:51:00.000-05:002005-11-04T23:56:22.020-05:00It wasn't overheard, but at the airport I saw this lady accidentally body-check her 7-yr old son into a wall. Luggage can be hard to manage sometimes, so I understand. Also this conversation occurred:Recently Body-Checked Child: Dad, do you like Rottweilers?Dad: Well, no, not particularly:RB-CC: Well, what about pretend Rottweilers? The merits of pretend Rottweilers were then discussed. I think jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1130472401236066242005-10-27T23:05:00.000-05:002005-10-27T23:06:41.246-05:00"This fish might taste a little like mint, since it was in the drawer with this gum"-coworker who insists on eating fish jerky, which is stinky, whether it cohabitates with gum or not!jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1130382407245229862005-10-26T22:01:00.000-05:002005-10-26T22:06:47.266-05:00Aaand.... we will now do word verification to comment on the blog, because stupid spammer assholes are leaving "comments". Well, I am sure the stupid spammer assholes are not personally involved, they probably wrote a nice little script to do it. But if I wanted to sell something on eBay, I would've done it like five years ago. I PREFER TO THROW SHIT AWAY! Ahem. Seems I'm a little riled up this jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1130381848166046502005-10-26T21:29:00.000-05:002005-10-26T22:13:15.860-05:00On the whiteboard at the community center where I take yoga, written in a 7-year-old's handwriting:"Idiom: Cat got your thong?" My cats do actually get a kick out of carrying my underwear around the house, so it is possible that the cats do have a thong of mine hidden somewhere. But that is more of a literal interpretation, not an idiomatic one. Overheard at work, by the future Mr. 102:"Don't getjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1126287938625394792005-09-09T12:35:00.000-05:002005-09-09T12:50:32.646-05:00Not Overheard -"Everyone is so overwhelmed by the hospitality. And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway, so this, this is working very well for them" -Barbara Bush, commenting on the temporary shelter in the Astrodome, described by John Nichols as "cots crammed side-by-side in a huge stadium where the lights never go out and the sound of sobbing jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1118519969752744522005-06-11T14:58:00.000-05:002005-06-11T14:59:29.756-05:00On the back of a black van, driving down the freeway last night:"NINJAS FOR HIRE! CALL 1-800-HIE-YA!!!!!"I really want to hire some ninjas but I can't find the [!] button on my phone!Woman, to collection agent:"I gave my bills to Jesus!"jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1118120691795199042005-06-07T00:01:00.000-05:002005-06-07T00:04:51.796-05:00Instead of doing something cool tonight, like painting or even just making lunch for tomorrow, I changed my blog. There is now an uninformative profile, and you can make comments. One more hour of my life, gone forever... and I wasn't even getting paid for it! I forgot to mention that while on vacation, Q and I saw a very scary late-nite preacher on TV.. actually speaking in tongues! It was greatjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1118021377328307212005-06-05T20:22:00.000-05:002005-06-05T20:29:37.333-05:00We went to New York. And I wish I had a really discreet little spy camera, so I could post pictures of people I saw on the subway. Like the guy in the white wifebeater tank top with a bunch of gold chains and huge sunglasses, leaning back against the door like he was trying not to put his fist through the wall. But I suspect that taking pictures of strangers in the subway is a good way to get jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1109045287767596332005-02-21T23:02:00.000-05:002005-02-21T23:08:07.766-05:00Mom to kid at restaurant:"We won't pray over it until you decide what you want to order."Is this because God won't know what food to bless in the kitchen until you make your decision? Will S/He accidentally bless the ham on rye, except that at the last minute you changed your mind to Tuscan Chicken Salad, and then you end up with unsanctioned poultry while someone (probably an unworthy agnostic?)jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1108702460585926872005-02-17T23:53:00.000-05:002005-02-17T23:54:20.586-05:00Some dude at a restaurant over the weekend was talking about snorting lines of crushed up Flintstones vitamins! I don't think you're supposed to take those nasally! I wonder if they're still up there?jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1108096842513735852005-01-30T23:25:00.002-05:002005-02-10T23:40:42.513-05:00I was working on a post about how much my computer sucks. But my computer ate the post about how much it sucks. Bitch.
Luckily one of these is on its' way:
www.apple.com/macmini
Yes, I'm in love. Now let's try this again, shall we??
jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1107145581213891032005-01-30T23:25:00.000-05:002005-01-30T23:26:21.213-05:00Not Overheard:
http://zandperl.blogspot.com/2004/10/cheeks-of-snow-country-child.html
Zandperl's awesome!
jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1105302088919109072005-01-09T15:05:00.000-05:002005-01-09T15:21:28.920-05:00A few things to post. (I guess it has been 8 months or so....)
In Target:
"Flagstaff is really the same temperature as Phoenix. It's not any cooler in the summer, but they won't report that because Flagstaff doesn't want to hurt their tourism..." (etc, etc)
-very cranky woman on a little scooter-thing
OK, so this is a conspiracy involving the entire state of Arizona, and all weather reporting jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1082526909356748512004-04-21T00:55:00.000-05:002004-04-21T00:59:08.076-05:00'Crystal Magic', Sedona, AZ
"...and then they're not channeling who they THINK they're channelling..."
A man at the cash register of said hippie store explained patiently to a woman in pink sweatpants and a cowboy hat. Yup, they always think it's Marilyn Monroe, when it's really just a bored post-mortem housewife from Minnesota.
The other employee in the store (mid-60's woman in midieval jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1081401805792067752004-04-08T00:23:00.000-05:002004-04-08T00:27:07.733-05:00At the Olive Garden:
"He stole my dog. But I knew he'd bring it back."
-woman, mid-40's
Sounds like a country song!
"You know, though, how sometimes dirt can taste good?"
-different woman, mid-40's
jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1081303172510896032004-04-06T20:59:00.000-05:002004-04-06T21:10:30.750-05:00Wow! Blog inspired poetry from my cousin, who totally rocks!
"> >Oh I lost my girlish laughter
> >The day I turned 13
> >I went to try on swimsuits
> >With no boobs to be seen
> >I sat and cried for half a day
> >But one does not get boobs that way
> >I'll hafta wait a year or so for boobies
> >
> >I lost my girlish laughter
> >the day I turned 14
> >I went to try on swimsuits
> >Still no boobsjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1081233090605658432004-04-06T01:31:00.000-05:002004-04-06T01:42:55.373-05:00Chag Sameach, everybody! And might I recommend this fabulous Classical music station from Oslo?
http://www.nrk.no/alltidklassisk/
On the other side of the radio spectrum, we have a lovely example of mis-conjugation:
"Sometimes he makes macaroni and cheese for the kids, but most times he makes real nutritional food..."
-Miss Conjugation, a caller to the Delilah Show. Is it a requirement that jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1081065514652450972004-04-04T02:58:00.000-05:002004-04-04T03:02:10.966-05:00There are a lot of people quoted in this blog that I don't understand. People of all stripes say random and stupid things sometimes. But the thing I understand least of all is silence. There's a time and a place for it, sure. But I don't understand when someone who has called themselves a friend makes a 180-degree turn and walks right out of my life, with no explanation or probable cause. It's jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1080795849266521142004-04-01T00:04:00.000-05:002004-04-21T01:00:59.373-05:00"Bob Villa? That guy's INSANE!"
-cubicle next-door neighbor
Yes, there was a description here. But I took it off, because I got to know the guy a bit, and he was very nice. He also treated me with respect, which I didn't really do in the previous version of this posting. Why do I mention it now? I don't know. Confessional syndrome, I suppose. Pretending like I never said anything rude about the jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1079058963178475342004-03-11T21:36:00.000-05:002004-03-11T21:39:09.263-05:00At work:
"She had a delightful phrase for getting angry... "I lost my girlish laughter". We were at her 90th birthday party and she was telling us about where she lived... "I lost my girlish laughter when she stole my panties""
-guy at work 2 cubicles down.
A co-resident couldn't seem to keep her hands on her own laundry.
The best part is that the co-worker continued:
"Doesn't it sound like jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-107905872052201432004-03-11T21:32:00.000-05:002004-03-11T21:35:06.920-05:00update: some people refer to okra as lady's finger. But I still wouldn't eat it with coffee and sugary creamy goodness.
"When all else fails.. break up!" -girl in bookstore, San Francisco.
Why wait until ALL else fails? Wait until about 75% of it fails, then call the whole thing off. It could take forever for that extra 25% to fall through.
These guys in my vanpool discussed bridge for jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1077602108967781832004-02-24T00:55:00.000-05:002004-02-24T00:57:53.140-05:00At the Ethiopian restaurant, the table behind sat three college girls, most likely sorority girls (the ultra-low-rise pants and Abercrombie shit gave it away). After a long discussion about whether or not to order tiramisu, one of them says:
"Ladyfingers are a vegetable, right?"
She maintains that even though the ladyfingers in tiramisu are cookies, that there ARE vegetables called ladyfingersjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1075699097478456042004-02-02T00:18:00.000-05:002004-02-02T00:20:32.170-05:00Long time no blog. That's OK, no one reads this anyway.
At work:
"Ma'am, I can't tell you where your brain was"
-my manager, on the phone with some crazy woman who asked "Where was my brain??"Sheesh, the bank has to be responsible for EVERYTHING these days.
jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1067897142670548182003-11-03T17:05:00.000-05:002003-11-03T17:05:57.733-05:00At the pharmacy:
"Well, there goes all MY babysitting money!"
-girl, appx 15 years old, purchasing pregnancy test
"Make sure you save the reciept!"
-girl's friend
Um, they don't give you a refund if you're NOT pregnant, you know... jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1067155061451318852003-10-26T02:57:00.000-05:002003-10-26T02:57:44.530-05:00Oh, baby. A bonanza of stuff, seen at the State Fair:
"ninja beef"
pork chop on a stick
Figure 8 racing (SO cool), with a guy in a chicken suit for no apparent reason
"all meat" hot dogs (good, those ones with the sawdust in them make my throat all scratchy)
A doily competition, category: "Household Accents other than Classified". What are classified household accents? Doilies with FBI bugs jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1066778567365476822003-10-21T18:22:00.000-05:002003-10-21T18:22:47.313-05:00A friend in a restaurant heard the following:
"Doesn't that guy's head make you think of ice cream?"
Seen in the newspaper by me: a help-wanted ad with the title "Bioterrorism Organizer". jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1066282600437426482003-10-16T00:36:00.000-05:002003-10-16T00:36:40.093-05:00Curse the ad execs:
"four four four, forty-four forty-four, just push four 'til someone answers."
Stuck in my head for DAYS, I tell you.
Ever wonder what would happen if you just went lunatic at a job interview? Like if the nice bank manager asked "Can you tell me about a time that you dealt with a frustrating situation?" and I said "Yeah, this dude came in, and was pissing me off... I'm jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1065559900707540272003-10-07T15:51:00.000-05:002003-10-07T16:06:11.096-05:00I've been recruiting. And it's been good. Not only are self-tasing men now part of the mockery soup, so are the blazing stars of the collegiate sky (from an online conversation contributed by a great friend):
undergrad1: so which dorm you live in?
me: I don't live in a dorm, I live off campus.
UG1: party!!!
me: I picked a quiet complex, I'm a grad.
UG1: dude, why else would you live off campus jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1065559436105450142003-10-07T15:43:00.000-05:002003-10-07T15:43:55.643-05:00From Agent M comes the following:
"How about this one:
Guy at a party on Saturday night, talking to other guys: "Well, usually
when I use the taser on myself, most girls just think I'm an idiot. But
there's always one who thinks 'that's my kind of guy.'"
If I could make this up I'd be a screenwriter in Hollywood."
Wow. That's my kind of guy.jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1065508299728342822003-10-07T01:31:00.000-05:002003-10-07T01:31:39.596-05:00My mother gave me this advice, as we were discussing the job search:
"Don't be a bitch."
Point one: my mom just swore. Point two: it was in the form of advice. I don't think she was trying to imply anything, either.... that leaves me about 100% confused.
Looking for a job is making me really crazy. Luckily, it's Home Shopping Network Appreciation Week (so a friend tells me - thanks!). So jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1065113726684782782003-10-02T11:55:00.000-05:002003-10-02T11:55:26.116-05:00"It looks pretty on TV, so I know it's going to be pretty in real."
-caller to QVC's SILVER STRIKE! show.
No updates for a long, long time, but as I doubt there are any regular readers to this blog, I have no one to apologize to. Moving sucks, looking for a job sucks even more, and that's why "Overheard" now includes quotes from call-in home shopping shows. jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281247.post-1059146674152986532003-07-25T10:24:00.000-05:002003-07-25T10:24:34.126-05:00More gems from the bus (overheard by a friend this time)
guy: "I was watching the Mummy last night, and you know how the guy's face comes up thru the sand? Well, that's what our baby's head's going to be like."
Weird as it is... he's probably right. jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01234391844635312612noreply@blogger.com0