The difference between me and Mister Jeff

There are a many differences. In fact, there are more differences than similarities between us. But this one, I noticed it the other day and it cracked me up.

So here's what happened: We placed an order online for a Christmas present to send to Jeffrey's father back at the end of November- November 29th, to be exact. There was some issue with the page loading when we ordered, and so we never got confirmation of the order for some reason. But, I could see on our online banking that at least they had taken our money.

So, fast forward a few weeks, and Jeffrey has a day off. I asked him to tie up some loose ends, one of which was calling the company where we placed the order, figuring out if it had really been placed, etc. There were a few other things too. So, as I'm explaining these tasks to him, I'm making notes for him of dates, amounts, phone numbers, and such to make these tasks go more smoothly. Jeffrey was also taking notes for himself.

These are our two notes. Observe the difference between us.

Click on the picture, and you will clearly see that, after all the conversation we had, the only thing he wrote was : Order placed Nov. 29? WTF?

Love.

Just a girl heading to a trial.

This is a picture from back in November. I was at my office for lunch, and then my friend and coworker Beth and I were heading back to court for the trial we were doing. The contents of my briefcase really cracked me up. And the beer was related to the trial, I swear.

Golden Girls

Dorothy and Sophia and standing in the kitchen. Dorothy is wearing a formal dress, and Sophia is pinning it to make alterations. Blanche walks in.

Blanche: Well girls, I did it. I finally broke down and bought that dress I've been eyeing for a month.

Dorothy: I thought you were going to wear that same silk dress you wore to last year's banquet.

Blanche: Oh no, I changed my mind. I decided too many people would recognize it. It is such a stunning shade of green.

Sophia: The only thing they'll remember is the way you fall out of it.

Blanche: Oh Sophia!

Sophia: If you asked people the color, half of them would say "flesh tone."

Blanche: Sophia!

Dorothy: Blanche, forgive her. Ma is a little irritable today. She doesn't have a date for the banquet.

Sophia: I'm just picky. The banquet dinner is a big deal. I don't want to go with just anyone,

Blanche: Well you know, I don't have a date yet either.

Dorothy: Blanche Deveroux can't find a date?!

Blanche: Oh, don't be ridiculous! My only problem is trying to decide which one of my many suitors to flatter with an invitation. After all, it's the social event of the season.

Dorothy: I guess you'll just have to break a few hundred hearts.

Blanche: I know. I haven't had to break so many hearts since Daddy tore down the tree house.

While things are falling apart for me...

...they are really coming together for Kari! Way to put your new schedule to good use!

When did I become normal?

My growing normalcy is an unwanted and disturbing trend. My personality remains odd, but none of the accoutrements of me and my life retain the same characteristic. I think it's most striking to me when I consider my clothing choices, which are nothing if not boring. I wear zip-up embroidered blazers for fun for God sakes. Sound familiar? That's because I got it from your mom's closet.

Nothing that I do with my time is interesting either. I don't even watch off beat movies anymore. I certainly don't know anything about current music. I would try to change if I weren't so tired all the time. Work seems to take something out of me. Hopefully I'll find a way to put back in whatever is lost. Unfortunately by the time I put things back together I'll be 35 and I won't be cute anymore so no one will pay attention. So I'm feeling cheerful! Good talk.

Victoria Beckham fashion

More Victoria Beckham fashion. You can see all of her stuff here. Most of the dresses reference the style of the other VB dresses that I've posted, with solid fabric covering the entire chest up to the neck and going from tip of shoulder to tip of shoulder at least. The one above is in that same vein. But there were some different silhouettes, and the dress below is one that I like out of the "different" camp. I'll point out to Jill that there are also a lot of dresses where the chest frowns at you, so not sure how you'll like the collection.

Twins

Beth got Jeffrey the same pajamas! Mister Jeff loves pajamas.

We had a pajama party one time that is one of my best memories. When I say "we had a pajama party" I literally mean we, just me and Mister Jeff. We were hanging around the apartment in Madison in our pajamas, watching movies, when we decided it was time to party. So we headed to the bar and hung out with our friends in our jammies and acted weird and took pictures.

Mister Jeff LOVES to take pictures. He used to take pictures of me constantly, all the time. No situation was too boring or intimate. I'm sleeping on the couch? Take a picture. I'm using the restroom? Better photograph that. I'm cooking dinner? Posterity must know.

He's cooled off a bit, but if you look through our camera, you'll still find things like pictures of just my back from when we were walking and Jeffrey decided to photograph the moment.

My new favorite Christmas present.

My friend Beth gave me these crazy pajama things for Christmas! They have legs and arms everything. Obviously you can see that. Anyway, these things are great! I wore it this afternoon at the office, and of course I'm having a fashion show at home tonight. As Beth says "these are the perfect pajamas for a girl who is trying to get pregnant." Too sexy.

Maybe he should dress as a sexy nurse for Halloween next year...

Today Mister Jeff officially passed his second semester of nursing school. He can now take the boards to be an LPN- a real live nurse! And in one year he'll be qualified to be an RN, and all his hard work in school will be over.

I'm very proud of him. Here is what his clinical instructor had to say about him in his summary: "Hard working. Knowledgeable. Thorough assessments and cares. Medication knowledge. Flexible and adaptable to changes in care plan." This is dorky and really boring to most of you, I know. But nursing school is so hard, and multiple classmates have failed each semester, so each one is a big accomplishment.

Golden Girls

Season 1, Episode 9

Blanche is asked out by Dirk, a MUCH younger man from her aerobics class. She accepts the date, and spends all week starving herself, exercising, and eating vitamin supplements. She feels younger than she has in years.

Hair and makeup done, and dressed to the nines, Blanche is ready for her date. She opens the door. Dirk tell her she looks gorgeous. Blanche thanks him, and asks him to wait for her in the car while she says goodbye to the girls.

Blanche, to Dorothy and Sophia: I do believe the man said, "Gorgeous!" I'm gonna live forever!

Dorothy: Not outside of an institution.

Cookies!

Peanut butter chocolate balls.
Shortbread with walnuts.
Orange biscuits.
It took sort of like forever to make these cookies. But it was fun. And I'm making more later in the week!

Things you really want to know about me.

1). I'm superficial. I love Latisse. At first I was afraid that it would make hair grow on my eyeballs or that it would blind me. But then I realized that I didn't care about that as much as I cared about trying to grow more lashes. My lashes had been falling out and it was keeping me up at night. So I dove in with both feet and I refuse to look back. Even when it irritates my eyes.

2). I'm a sort of loser/dork. I am about to chose to watch reruns of Frasier instead of episodes of The Office that I have never seen. And the episodes of Frasier that I am re-watching are episodes on the only 2 seasons of Frasier I own on DVD. So I've seen these particular discs A LOT. Multiple, multiple times. This week. I love Frasier.

There is more about me that you really want to know, but I can't think of what it is right now. More later.

Gifts for cultural icons.

Flavorpills's Holiday Gift Guide: 100 Gifts for 100 cultural Icons. This is their suggestion for Rivers Cuomo. A print of a half-Japanese girl (Tokyo Girl by David Choe).

First of all let me say that I am happy to live in a world where Rivers still makes lists of cultural icons. Second let me concur with Rivers that half-Japanese girls do it me every time, as well. I think that we have all found ourselves affected that way at some point. Especially you. You dirty bird.

Winter fun

I see Mariah has the same idea as me...tomorrow, nothing will come between me and my baking. Except that I have to go back into work for a few hours. Still, I'll get it done. I've already made one batch...2 more to go, at least!

Golden Girls

From dlisted:

Before the late and oh-so-great Bea Arthur was an earth angel and international treasure, she was a truck driving marine who went by her birth name Bernice Frankel. Even in her afterlife, Bea Arthur is finding ways to capture more real estate in my heart and it's working! But if you ever asked Bea Arthur about her marine days, she'd firmly shake her head NO and remember your face so that she can slap it after you pass through the gates of heaven. The Smoking Gun documented Bea Arthur's 30 months with the marines starting in 1943. For whatever reason, Bea has always denied serving in the armed forces and took it to HER GRAVE!!!!

Bea enlisted in the marines in 1943 after she found out there were positions for women available. Bea was one of the first members of the Women's Reserve and she started out as a typist, but also worked as a truck driver for a little while. Bea worked her way up to staff sergeant before she was honorably discharged (FYI: All of Bea's discharges were honorable, thankyouverymuch) in 1945. There's two really good parts in The Smoking Gun's story. The first being that during enlistment interviews officials found Arthur to be a know-it-all hard bitch who spits on authority. Can you tell from the "Don't Fuck With Me, Boys" smirk she's throwing in the picture above?

As part of the enlistment process, Arthur underwent interviews that resulted in the production of “personality appraisal” sheets. One such analysis described her conversation as “Argumentative” and her attitude and manner as “Over aggressive.” In a handwritten note, the Marine interviewer remarked, “Officious--but probably a good worker--if she has her own way!”

Now that is the Dorothy Zbornak we all pray to before we go to bed! And the second good part involves an STD!

The military records, released in response to a Freedom of Informaton Act request, include a single “misconduct report” filed against Arthur while she was stationed at the Marine Corps Air Station in Cherry Point, North Carolina. That misconduct determination stemmed from Arthur’s contracting of a venereal disease, which left her “incapacitated for duty” for five weeks in late-1944. As a result, her pay was reduced for that period.

Bea was married at the time so don't you call her Sgt. Dirty Slut! No, really, don't, because then Blanche Devereaux will get pissed off since that title rightfully belongs to her.

Nobody really knows why Bea refused to acknowledge that she was once a truck driving marine. Shit, if I was a truck driving marine, I'd shout it everywhere and anywhere. But who knows and who cares. Bea has her reasons and that's good enough for me.

Christmas in Pewaukee

Winter

I like winter and let me just share one of the reasons with you: Winter is like death.

Autumn is like dying.

While autumn is my favorite season, and while I am obsessed with dying, I find that period of time very stressful. Maybe it has to do with all that maudlin thinking about dying. Ask your therapist about me next time you are there and let me know.

When winter comes, the dying is over. We settle into nature's death. We live through it. I find it comforting.

I hate giving pills to a cat.

And it's like neverending. When Spunky Jones first came home from the hospital, we had to give him 4 pills a day. That lasted 7 days. Today is the first day of only having to give him 2 pills a day. This will now last another 7 days. Let me just say, it sucks.

When Bones first came home from the hospital, he was so sweet about taking his pills. He snuggled right up on my lap, I literally shoved my finger down his throat, squirted some water in his mouth, and he would kind of lick his lips and then burrow his little face right into my neck and start purring like crazy, then settle in on my lap. I think that he was so traumatized by two nights away from us, and by so many needles, IVs, catheters, etc, that having his mom give him a few pills and then it was over wasn't so bad. He soothed himself by staying close and knowing it would be over soon, and that this new situation was far superior to the old situation.

Well, Bones is feeling better. And now his basic feeling on me pills down his throat is best summed up as "Bitch! Please!" I don't even think he remembers the hospital anymore. He sure as hell isn't thankful to be home anymore. He back to considering it his birthright.

I tried to put the pill in his food once, and I'll just say that it did NOT work out. So, for the next week I'll continue tormenting him with his pill and his shot of water. Ungrateful child! He'll thank me one day.

Unconditional love.

I feelz it. As Michael K says, "Even though Johnny insists on dressing like Diane Keaton at a Bonnie & Clyde costume party, I forever would."

Inneresting.

The 10 most frequently searched words on Merriam-Webster online.

VB wears herself.

Another Victoria Beckham dress that I like, this time worn by the designer. The only problem with her dresses is that they would look horrid on me. You have to be pretty skinny to wear that much fabric over your chest and shoulders and not look like a linebacker. But since I will have no reason to ever wear her clothing, I'm not going to hold it against her that she did not keep me in mind while designing.

The soup is done.

And it's delicious. Sorry to write about one soup for 4 posts in a row. But I haven't been cooking as much lately, so today it just felt good and exciting to do it. Cooking used to be a serious hobby of mine. Since I started working, I've just been so stressed. I haven't been in the mood to do anything, not even the things that I like, such as cooking, working out, etc. If I really focus, stay positive, and try hard, I'm able to sometimes string together 2 months of walking every day, but that's been about it.

So, as far as food goes, I've mostly been content to each whatever great food Jeffrey may have made (he's a great cook!), or, on the nights when he hasn't made something or isn't here I'll just eat frozen pizza. It's disturbing.

Today as I was leaving work I thought, I NEED TO COOK SOMETHING HEALTHY. And, I love to eat vegetables, especially vegetables that we were led to believe were icky when we were younger. Beets are ducking good, that's all there is to it. Ditto brussel sprouts.

I'm hoping that all the fun I had today chopping and stirring and seasoning has rekindled my cooking fire. My guess is no, but I'll try to remain at least slightly positive.

The soup's cooking.

But unfortunately my camera died. So I'm working with my phone. It's turning beautiful and purple! Not my phone, the soup. (My phone is already purple.)

The Soup!

It begins.

Beets, cabbage, brussel sprouts, garlic,...

Yum! I'm going to be making a vegetable soup, I've been thinking about it since the snow was falling yesterday.

Human Target

Yes! Mister Jeff and I are about to watch my new favorite show: Human Target. Alright, calling it my new favorite show is a bit of an overstatement. I watched two episodes last year, but then Fox stopped coming in well on our tv. We are watching again tonight.

But I know that I love this show. It's a combination of two of my favortie things: it's like Die Hard in action, content and amazing dialogue, but in serial tv show formatting. Perfection?

12

This is not new news, but I was just thinking about my love for GB quarterback A. Rodg, and as I was browsing around about him I am reminded about this interview he did where he was funny and honest and critical of some sports personalities. It cracks me up. The article that I link to links to the interview, you should listen to it. I actually like Tony Kornheiser, but that doesn't stop me from enjoying people with an opinion. I heart #12.

Thanks!

Hello there!

Just wanted to say thanks to everyone for their good thoughts! I am feeling better. Also wanted to apologize that my mom's phone takes some whack ass photos!

Love,
Spunky Jones

Look! Another Victoria Beckham dress I like.

It doesn't hurt that Iman is wearing it.

My baby is sick

Spunky Jones, aka Bones Man, aka one half of the best cat duo in the world, is quite sick. He is miserable, and it is making me miserable. He is having a big problem with his bladder, and there are crystals in it that are plugging him up and he is totally unable to urinate. So, then Bones has to go to the doctor, the doctor has catheterize him, and Bones has to be horribly depressed. It has happened twice in 2 weeks.

Today I brought Bones home after more than 48 hours at the vet, and he is not ok. I thought that he would be, but he is clearly not. He can't go again. I really don't know what to do because he can't tell me what's wrong. But when your cat gets in the litter box every 2 minutes, and can't ever go to the bathroom, there's clearly a problem. If this persists, he has to go right back in tomorrow.

I am tired and frustrated by this. And on the one hand, my cats are like my babies, but on the other hand, I only have so much money and I don't know what to do. I'm feeling negative. At this point, I'm just hoping that he spontaneous gets better over night. Yeah.

Update: It is now a few hours later and baby Bones is resting. Finally. It only took like forever of me and Mister Jeff snuggling him to take his mind off his worries. But now I'm feeling more positive.

Don't tread on me.

Four Loko and drinks like it are disgusting and probably have the effect of further oppressing the poor and already oppressed. I say that because these malt liquor drink are CHEAP. They have the alcohol of 3-4 standard drinks per, and a pack (sold in 4 or 6) costs like $2.00-$3.00.

However, the government just needs to stop getting into everyone's business, not get deeper into it by banning drinks. No matter what the consequence, I will never support the government telling grown ass people which LEGAL products they can or can't drink, or in which combination. I understand that your puritanical self just knows what is best for everyone, American government, and I know you love to feel virtuous, but just STOP. Sit on your hands, if you have to. If you don't step off, I will procure some black market caffeinated malt beverage, drink it down, and go crazy on your ass. That's a promise.

What the wha?

I'm sorry, but WHAT. IS. THEMEANINGOFTHIS?

Book review

Well, not so much of a book review, just some thoughts. Last night I finished reading the book "Orange is the New Black" by Piper Kerman. The long/short here is that Ms. Kerman got involved with some artist types who smuggled drugs from Africa all around the world and into the US. She stopped this behavior after a while, and moved on with her life, but was later charged and even later went to prison.

My first thought: the book was very good, interesting, and moving. Really, this book is about sustaining, comforting and worthwhile relationships between women. It was also about the senselessness and uselessness of much of the prison system: for the most part, the people who are locked up don't need to be, and prison does not rehabilitate at all. Doing a prison sentence actually just makes it harder for the incarcerated person to live out with us in the real world after their sentence is done, and it leads them right back to prison. And all of this uselessness costs a TON of money. So it;s just not worth it.

I had other thoughts as well, though. Like, it is very interesting how/what she writes about the crimes that landed her in prison. As in, she shares like nothing. Now, because of the way she writes, it seems like she is sharing. The part about her illegal activity takes up pages and pages, and we are told about the end of one specific money smuggling episode. But besides that, all her prose is very vague, and is actually a whole lot of words that boil down to no real information.

This makes me think that she got some legal advice, and that advice was, "don't go around talking about the illegal things that you have done, even though the prosecution seems to be over." It also makes me think that she sort of did a lot, probably things that she is not proud of today. For instance she never talks about her drug use, but I find it hard to believe that she is the kind of person who craved excitement and adventure so much that it would lead her to be part of an international drug smuggling ring, but not so much that she would party with drugs.

This leads me to another note: Kerman doesn't really seem to feel bad about her crimes, and international drug smuggling is a huge crime. Heroin ruins families and neighborhoods. And Kerman doesn't really deal with true depth of her crime, and what it means about her morally. More on this topic here, where Slate reviewed the book.

Also, she does a good job laying out how prison does not meet any of its rehabilitative goals, or correctional goals. And she's totally right. Those should be the biggest goals of prison, and they're not even close to met. It's a joke. But another goal of prison is just to punish, and to say to people, well, you've never shown any interest in living legally, or rehabilitating yourself, so we no longer care about rehabilitating you, or doing what is best for you, we only care about keeping you out of our community where law abiding people live, so we're sending you to prison JUST TO KEEP YOU AWAY. And I don't think that she really recognizes that as a legitimate end of prison, which it is, and which is met.

Interesting book, good Christmas present for the thoughtful reader in your life.

Lansbury

Well, sad times. My brother lent me his PS3 to watch tv on, and I returned it this weekend.

It was amazing while it lasted. I watched like at least 2-3 episodes of Murder, She Wrote every day. I was into Season 5, watching straight through. But this weekend I thought it was time to give it back. I want a Roku Box really bad.

Day one without MSW: it sucks.

This shit is for real.

Winter in the midwest. There are no friends here.

Golden Girls

Leslie Nielsen has died.

I know that he was most famous for Airplane! and such, but I will always remember him as Blanche's uncle, Lucas Hollingsworth.

Lucas comes to visit Blanche, but ends up meeting and marrying Dorothy, and taking her to live with him in the South. And that is how the series ends. It's a great ending. RIP.

Being Catholic now.

I have been wanting to return to church for some time. Maybe I will this in 2011, the Year of the Mass.

17 signs you ain't nothing but a hoochie mama.

More from thefrisky. Alright, some of these are just nasty, so I'm not totally sold on this list, BUT. I do like any list that includes "You’d describe your personal style as 'walk of shame.'"

Damn you auto-correct!

Funny stuff. I love to hate auto-correct.

Marchesa Spring 2011

More here.

Interesting

I HATE the matching shoes, just as Tom and Lorenzo do. But, what surprises me about this dress is that I love it, and it;s a Victoria Beckham original. It's just great, and very Posh.

The first poem I ever memorized, or, Welcome, winter.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

I'm pretending it's warm outside.

I'm pretending it's warm outside to try to make myself get out and run. Or something. Anyway, I decided to make one of favorite easy salads, a cucumber salad, to trick myself into thinking that it's summer or something! We used to eat cucumber salad all the time when I was young, and we would make up good seasons dressing and just dump it over the cukes. Then, when I moved out on my own, I got into making my own vinegarettes, which was pretty time consuming because of the chopping of herbs, the whisking of the dressing, etc.

Then my parents found a recipe that seemed too simple to be good: Pour seasoned rice vinegar over cucumbers. Done. I would probably have ignored this recipe, but they tried it, and it's FANTASTIC. The seasoned rice vinegar is so flavorful.

At our house, Mister Jeff and I add peels of carrot and minced garlic and chopped peanuts. And the Best of the vinegars that I have found is
It's tangy and sweet, which I like. And no, I'm probably not going to run now. The salad just made me cold. But it was worth it!

P.S. Sorry my phone takes such crappy pics!

Out of my element

REI cashier: Are you an REI club member?

Me: No.

REI cashier, unsure if he should even ask, sizing me up pretty quickly: Do you...um...even want to hear about it?

Me: Um, no. I'm here once a year, to get my brother something for Christmas. He's one of you. I'm not. I'd probably be better off if I was...but no.

He smiled.

You're wondering what to get me for Christmas, aren't you?

Look no further.

LOL

Go girl

Why yes, I will drink to that. Tosa Village, were some of Rihanna's latest album was recorded is totally adorable and hip. Without being pretentious. Mister Jeff and I looked at a few apartments there, and almost decided to live there, but none of the buildings had garbage disposals, so we ended up in Pewaukee. It's funny the reasons that your life takes the turns it does. Garbage disposals. Right.

Once again...

...Helen Mirren, STFU.

Lansbury

She is always so stunning and lovely! This lady never gets old. Except that she is like 85. But whatever.

Thrify runs in the family.

Texts between me and my bro:

Me: We can look and see what's on sale closer to the holidays. I hate paying full price.
Joe: I feel you. That's why I always go to the bar for two for ones.

Come to think of it, alcoholism runs in families as well. But that has nothing to do with this. At all. I mean it. Don't look at me like that! Who are you to judge me!?

Class

I've never considered any possible world were I would be part of the upper class. I don't need or want that title. But I've also never thought it possible that I could slip down, either, to the lower class.

I am middle class. I want to be middle class forever. I'm scared that it's going away. If it disappears, and we are all still here, who will we all be? Who will we turn into? Who will we step on to climb the ladder, if we do climb? What friends will step on us if we slip? Usually this is the time when I would say, "I hope I'm dead by then," but that's just too glib a response for something so totally monumental and un-American as the disintegration of the middle class. I really, desperately want this to get fixed.

"But then again, that is what war is, the mocking of plans."

When the caption reads, "EVE OF BATTLE Sgt. Salvatore Giunta, center, before the fight in which Sgt. Joshua Brennan, far left, and Spec. Hugo Mendoza, far right, would die," you don't even have to read the article. Everything has already been said.

But I did read the article. It's about Sgt. Giunta and why he is the first living recipient of the medal of honor since Vietman. The title of this post is a line from the article. I wonder what plan all these people had made before the war, and who their families are, and what plans they had made.

Good job.

I support the President's tougher language on China. Now let's start talking about their human rights violations, repression of the press, and intolerance of different religions.

Now this is a man I can get behind.

Eat your heart out, Stephen Dorff.

Joyful

This was loading sort of slowly, but see if you can watch like 30 seconds or a minute. So much joy, so little time. Life passes too quick, people.

Do not want.

Let me share something with you guys. I'm not into this pic. Like, at all. Maybe I'm alone on this, but I just can't stand a man who looks like he eats nothing but egg whites. Too much P90X, Stephen Dorff. Also, that coat looks itchy.

You like me! You really like me!

Oh, wait, you don't. My bad.

I had a trial today that ended with my client losing. It was hard and sad for a number of reasons. But at least I learned some new things. For instance, I learned that I offend people. In various ways.

Let's take the jury, for example. When you select a jury you start out with a lot of people, ask them questions, and end with 12 people. So we ask our questions, and then the people who are not ultimately chosen leave. My friend Tom, who is a DA, was in the audience, and decided to go ask the people who were leaving for their impressions of the attorneys. It turns out that the men had some negative feelings towards me. Like they thought I was trying to plant ideas in their minds. Or something.

I can't imagine why they thought that. And neither can you, right? I mean, you agree with me that that would be crazy, don't you? I'm sure you agree that that is not a very reasonable way to feel. But you should make up your own mind.

I totally cannot with this!

This IS a mullet. You have to give him that.

Why?

Why do I do this to myself. I have a trial tomorrow, and yet here I am posting on my blog. I always procrastinate the most in the moment when I have the least time. Let's hope I still work well under pressure.

Revisiting one of my all time favorite lolcats.

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Golden Girls

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Lansbury

Angela Lansbury is the best person ever. Hands down. Done. You must watch this video and love her. And yourself!

Bitch, please.

This kid has it down.

"I can't think of a better team for this to happen to," he added. "I literally can't stop smiling."

Hating on the Cowboys is fun, and The Onion does it well.

Olbermann

Keith Olbermann's suspension is very interesting to me, and I don't think that there are any easy answers here. I like Keith Olbermann as a sportscaster, but frankly find his style on political and serious news issues annoying and heavy handed. He's practically like Limbaugh, for heaven's sake, and we just don;t need any more of that. I avoid his show, and think that Ben Affleck's take on Olbermann was right on.

And what is the real problem with his contributions? While he is broadly a part of journalism and the news media, he's essentially a opinionated commentator. So why can't he contribute? Before we knew he made a few contributions this election cycle, did we think he was unbiased? Where we confused about his political leanings? MSNBC wants him to spew his liberal opinion at us all the time to make money for them, but he's not actually allowed to lend his support to the candidate of his choice?

Today's installment...

...in the continuing saga of I AM OLD, YOU ARE OLD. This doesn't need a lot of fanfare, so I'll just come out with it. This past Friday, instead of painting the town red, I shopped at Coldwater Creek. Like purchased things. And don't let the slightly youthful models fool you. It was me and the elderly in that store.

*Sigh* *Sound of wrists being slit*

Pack attack!

Comin' atcha! The Pack wins again, in crazy form: 9-0. We blanked the jets, and NO ONE scored a touchdown. Good ducking times.

Retraction.

You know, I was thinking, and I acted a little rashly below when I posted that Milwaukee is the devil's playground. I let my emotions get the best of me and I wasn't quite fair to a city that has many different facets and faces. There were other stories from this weekend, not just the grenade-launcher story. Like this one, for instance. So I take it back. Milwaukee is not the devil's playground. It's actually hell on earth. Good talk.

Hhhmm, why is it that I don't want to settle in Milwaukee?

Why could that be? I can't remember. It's the darndest thing. It was right on the tip of my tongue, but now it's escaped me. Let me think, let me think. Oh, wait. I do remember. Because it's THE DEVIL'S PLAYGROUND.

Rally

Law & Order actor Sam Waterston was there? If I had only known.