and don't forget to give me back my black t-shirt

Best Starburst flavors, by wrapper color. Best to worst.

1.Orange
2.Pink
3. yellow
4. Red

Non-traditional starburst flavors are gross.

Courtney is taking part of the CPA exam today. she should be done any minute now.

I'm going on vacation at the end of next week. Going to see a Pirates-Dodgers game in Pittsburgh and two Yankee-Red Sox games in Boston.

While courtney was studying this week, i read To Feel Stuff by Andrea Seigel.

It was a very quick read with a pretty interesting plot. Sick girl lives in university infirmary. "Dates" a fellow patient. Sees ghosts.

Not a world changing read, but it was pretty darned good. hard to complain about a book i read in two days.

i give it a solid 7 out of 10.

Spatial comparison of goodness of starburst flavors by wrapper color.

Orange
Pink

Yellow



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Heeeeey, you've got to hide your love away

Just wanted to drop by and say hello.

Nothing too specific to talk about today.

Had some very weird dreams last night. one involved drunk driving, another involved rocket launchers and the third involved me playing the piano at a relative's wedding.

I don't remember much about the first (seems appropriate). In the second dream, i was trying to blow up this house and kill two people. but whenever i would shoot a rocket, it would go through a window or something and blow up a house across the street. Then one of the guys pulled out a machine gun and started shooting at me.

In the last dream i was sitting at a piano in church writing a song to play during the wedding. then i looked at the program and the couple had already picked out which song i was going to play. i went and asked my brother to play it for me because i couldn't read sheet music (the fact that i can't actually play the piano didn't appear to be a problem).

I guess that's about it for now. since i made my mom mad with the last video i posted, let's do something with less pointless violence and more pointless.

hmmmmm

Could you describe a slightly wrinkled shirt as "irony?"


wait....

think about it....

think about it.....

there.

now you get it.

funny, huh?

Everything has changed, absolutely nothing's changed

It's already been a long day.

I've been up since 3 this morning finishing up two stories due today. And by "due today" I mean "due yesteday." And by "due yesterday," I mean "one was due monday." But that's OK because i turned in another story monday. and by "But that's OK because i turned in another story monday" i mean "that's not OK because the story i turned in monday was due last friday."

Now i have the most boring assignment ever due to today. Yes, I've known it was due today for a month. but that's neither here nor there.

As you likely gathered from a couple of posts ago, I'll be leaving journalism in a few months. Within the next week or two I will sign a contract to teach English (and probably a couple social studies classes) at an all-girl Catholic high school in New Orleans.

Courtney and I are also moving to Metairie. We've put our house up for sale and are in processing of buying a lot on the southshore. There's a good chance we'll live with her parents for a while during construction.

We met with an engineer/architect guy and a builder/developer guy Monday to talk about the new house. It's stressful. It felt like when i bought my car and i was all like "i'm on a budget, tell me if i can't afford it" and the salesman was all like "you can afford it" and the sales manager was all like "you can't afford it" but i bought it anyway and now i owe about a gazillion more dollars on it than it's worth and i hate it even though it's a good car and i should've been happy to get it but i wasn't.

So now i'm interested to hear back from the drawer-of-plans man to see how many of our square feet get amputated.

Enjoy...

Bad Will Acting

Let's catch up on some reviews...

Read another one of The Dresden Files books, can't remember the name of it. Another solid effort, though.

In the middle of reading Filth, by Irvine Welsh (who also wrote Trainspotting).

This is, without a doubt, the most appropriately titled novel ever. It's a good read, but i don't know if i can finish it. if i do, you'll get a full review.

But let's talk television today.

Grey's Anatomy

Yeah, I watch Grey's Anatomy. Shut up.

Of late, the show has been slipping from the quality entertainment it provided in the first two seasons. But last night's episode was much better than the the last several installments.

I don't think it's a coincidence that since the episode centered largely on the interns being interns (having to take a test to stay in the program) it was a good show. I'm not a big fan of the soap opera stuff that has crept into the show and has dominanted it for most of this season.

Since next week's season finale will pretty much have to wrap up the soap opera stuff (except for the necessary cliff-hanger to bring you back for next season), i'd be willing to bet that last night's episode will prove to be the best of the post-merideth-drowning episodes (the shows before that are a little fuzzy at this point).

I give last night a 7 out of 10, but due to the relative lackluster performances of other episodes, i would probably bump it up to an 8 or 8.5 after the curve.

Traveler

I was pretty excited to see this show, it looked like it would be pretty good.

I made it about halfway through it before i had to change the channel.

The plot idea appears to be solid, but the acting is CHEEEEEEEEZY. Particularly the rich guy's son. Oh yeah, i should back up a bit.

Three friends from Yale grad school. Cross country trip. start in new york. friend one(Will Traveler) disappears. calls other friends. says "i'm sorry." museum they were in blew up. cops think other two friends did it.

needless to say, when friend number two (law school grad) calls the FBI, there's no record Traveler even exists. friend three (rich guy's son) wants to run.

i don't know what happened after that. I changed it after friend two evades authorities and ends up at girlfriend's apartment. (He lives at Yale, she lives in New York, conveniently located where he happens to be. the girlfriend also has no complaints that he had come to New York with absolutely no intention to visit her.)

he looks through her pictures and every one with Traveler in it, his face is covered. So instead of going to the police and saying "see that weird guy you say doesn't exist, we have all these pictures of him with his face covered, that's fishy," he just throws the pictures across the room.

Exit me.

I give it a 4 out of 10.

A womb with a view

i was a victim of a crime this morning.

A drive-by uterus.

I was walking into the kitchen at work to get my morning coffee and there, taped to the door, were pictures of some lady's uterus.

This is apparently some sort of female ritual. They get pregnant and they want people to see their insides.

In a society where you can't show boobies on television, it is perfectly acceptable to say "look, world, I vaginally ingested some semen and it stuck. now there's a baby inside me. please relish its fuzzy, gray cuteness."

If all matters of childbirth are so cuddly, how come you don't ever see people passing around pictures of their shit- and blood-covered c-section? "and heeere's them stacking my intestines on my chest to get to little Mable Claudine, who was the most precious mix of fetal-pig pink and snot."

Now if you are one of those people who enjoy seeing uterae (i'm assuming uterus is a female noun), more power to you. your friends' can keep their pictures in an envelope and ask if you want to see them. You can say yes.

As for me, I have no interest in such matters. See me in a few months when the baby is born, clean and wearing clothes.

and i'll look at all the pictures you have.

Just freakin shoot me

This is a picture a coworker took this weekend.


Yes, it's two dogs riding in a stroller.

Yes, the stroller was brought along for the said purpose of pushing a dog in it. No, there is no baby involved.

You should know that if i ever see one of you pushing a dog in a stroller, we can no longer be friends.

I say hey sky, s'other say I won say, I pray to J I get the same ol' same ol.

i gets a call a coupla weeks ago from some schoo' in n'awlins needin a English teacher and they's be all wonderin if i be feelin it. i's like "sho" so we meets in the principles office and talk and stuff and they be all like "we gown needja to teech a class make sure you widdit" and i's like "sho."

so i drops in wednesday all gettin my observe on and my teach on and afterward they be like "dizzam" cause i learned kids some grammah and some romantic poetry while i show my mad dry erase art skill'z in da hizzouse.

now we beez talkin bouts da possuhbility of me comin to da schoo' and teechin proffessional. and i thinks it prolly gonna happen cause i know the langwidge and should be passin tha nollidge on to the next generation.

so now me an the old lady be lookin to change are residents flip side ah the lake to be closer to her office and da schoo'.

i may be missin da jernalism afta while but i's not so sho since i ain't like them wack honkeys be givin me trubles when i just try be puttin food on tha table. bossman be treatin me aight, not lovin folks be dealin wit outside tha office.

really think i be fective at teechin and lookin foward too it. thinks i get me some good students who wants to get learned. cause chump don wan no help, chump don git no help. Jive ass dude don got no brains anyhow.

A truant finds home

There's change afoot. details available once they're declassified.