Shaving 15 Minutes Off a 10 k Has To Count For...
Oh. This just occurred to me (my math=lacking): if today was indeed faster than last year, then this finish would count as a PR, even if it didn’t break the 60. Huh. Whining about it still stands, but yay. Second PR this year! Okay. So I was gunning for 59:59. A noble goal and one that remains forver… a goal. I swear it, I’m going to crack it one of these day’s...
The "I Am Going to Win This Race" Playlist....
Gotta Get Thru This: Daniel Bedingfield
Love Bites (Remix): QED
Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It): Beyonce
Heartless: Kanye West
I Don't Feel Like Dancin': Scissor Sisters
Nothin' to Lose: Josh Gracin (It's the rolling in the dirt/white t-shirt song! Heh.)
Just Like a Pill: Pink
Oh. The above seems angsty. It's not meant to. I'm looking for beats, people. Just beats.
Because I'm Sure You're Dying to Know. . .
I’m running this race again tomorrow morning. Now battling with myself: staying on the couch at this very moment = “tapering” for said race (wherein last year I set a 10 k PR, and this year, maybe, just maybe, I might break 60 minutes) or going for a hike. I hate wasting daylight, free time, and an unfinished This American Life… hmm. Sorry. I can have this conversation...
Broke Down and Bought Breaking Dawn. . . →
At the airport (on the way out, weirdly. I know, poor planning.) I will read it — kind of as a formality at this point — but she better cut it out with the fake vampire lore crap and bring on the kissing.
Want Another Reason Not To Shop Today?. →
You could literally die from it: “Wal-Mart Employee Trampled To Death By Customers.” Holy crap. Yep, that’s what it’s all about folks. Spirit of the season.
Dishes Being Done, Perhaps?
Is there a statute of limitations on leftovers? In that, is there a specific period of time that has to pass in order for it to be “left over” and not just “still eating?”
It’s clean. Dude, it’s clean.– In the little brother school of doing dishes… sometimes you just keep your mouth shut and “dry” the suspect bits off. The good news, the kitchen was rectified in record time with near-military efficiency. (Just, um, when you find bits, mom? It was Tristan.)
Doing My Best Rodney Dangerfield. Something About...
Z: I've made the pie. And peeled the potatoes. And did the dishes. Please can I have a break to watch the dog show toy group? Please mum? A bit of Thanksgiving mercy? Fingers to the bone, etc.!
Mom: You can see the TV from the kitchen too, can't you?
Why Don't I Know a Single Person in the Macy's...
All these little moppets lip-synching and I know none of them. Push Play? The Clique Girlz? Um? Thank goodness Santa is still at the end because I’m clearly outside of the parade demographic. Bring on the dog show, I say.
Michael Cera Is Making a Rom-ocumentary?!? →
Kate! How could you keep this from me? Michael QT Cera? Paper Hearts? When, oh when! I neeeeeed this.
I Have This Many Rules For Cleaning!
304. If you choose to wear a tie, commit. Button your top button. philleif: It’s actually much more complicated. There are rules, people. Unbuttoned with jeans, except you should never wear a tie with jeans. But, if you do, unbuttoned. Except, I’d always button it with a knit tie, since that’s already one strike against formality. Unless you’re drinking. An unbuttoned top button looks hip...
I Found Ryan Pappe! I Win! →
Thank you Friendster! And he has a kid. Very possibly the cutest kid ever. I will forgive that it is not named after me. Ryan, after all, inspired the Cobra Commander ref in this video — it was what he was going to name his offspring. You know, after he had one named Zoe.
Trying to Pass. . .
So you know how all the beauty experts say you’re supposed to embrace what it is your hair naturally does? Like if it’s super curly, don’t spend 8 hours straightening it? Well, that’s all fine and good if you have perfect ringlets or rockin’ dreads… I am not so lucky. My hair in it’s natural state? 1980s Mall Hair. My bangs go from zero to Jersey with no...
Secretary of Commerce? Please. He’s way too cute for that. Have I got a job for him…
In my professional internet-filling days, the “all out of internet” came before dawn, but still! Scotty Got An Office Job does it again, this time with music. (Weird he’s not killing time with my blog though. Stupid cute puppies.)
The indomitable Kate came over yesterday night to eat what I’m calling “Pasta Primavera Sans Primavera as Every Vegetable Came From a Can.” After deconstructing why it might be that the Twilight books will ruin me for all eternity, stories turned to… people, and as such I demanded visual aids. Such aids came in the form of pictures on Friendster. Some of you buttons are...
Free, and That's What Counts... →
Having decided the whole Word suite of programs is for suckers, (because filling up the internet has never once required me to even open Excel or whatever that orange icon one is — plus Word fouls up html) I don’t have it. Consequently, I have no word counting tool. Enter the internet. God, that thing’ll do anything for you if you ask nice.
Tim Geithner = Totes Not Necessary.
P: went a little crazy at barneys. tell me it's ok. only a little crazy. little.
Z: of course it is. you're helping the economy. they are investment pieces. you can only act as good as you feel. etc. etc.
P: right! of course. phew.
Z: i, on the other hand, went crazy at h&m. i am the downmarket version of you.
P: i bought this awesome marc by marc jacket, marked from $550 to $250. so, it's like i'm making money.
Z: duh. that's not even the definition of "going crazy." where's my damn pic of the thing? oh that's totally cute. !!!
P: I KNOW. barneys let me keep the hangers. that's how good this sale was. there was also a steven alan sample sale yesterday
Z: aha. now the truth comes out.
P: there's literally a new sample sale every day. deflation! it's just as dangerous as inflation but, uh, cheaper.
The tagline on your blog? I’ve never once seen you write about watching...– Colleen. Well, erm, yes. But only because I’ve seen them all. Seasons 1 right up through the ever increasingly implausible Seasons 6 and 7, including the two special (read: hideous and hard to watch — a ventriloquist dummy who murders?) episodes of Mrs. Columbo. Anyway doubter. I have the...
Because Why "Follow" People When You Can "Stalk"...
Twitter stalking. Oh, yes. Wave of the creepiest future. I may just be stalking you now…
True Story: Australians read bylines. →
I just found a whole treasure trove of comments on a reprint of one of my pieces, addressed to me directly. Odd. Interwebs, thy move in mysterious ways. The second comment on this page is my favorite.
Because Who Doesn't Love a Good Coincidence?
So the list out now about the weird things Kennedy and Obama have in common? “Obama was born 44 years after JFK (May 29, 1917). In an odd numeric coincidence, Obama will become the 44th president. And on Jan. 20, 1961, a 44-year-old John F. Kennedy was sworn in as president.” It’s cool, but not nearly as compelling as a list of coincidences between Kennedy and Lincoln that I...
Lord Help Me, I'm Jealous. →
Next year, right? I’ve so got “June” wrapped up for the 2010 calendar…
You Heard It Here First: Winston.
Nope, not gonna touch the Napolitano for Homeland Security… I dug her convention speech, (some joke about Arizona traditions stands out) and I just had the coziest dream about the Obamas. I know, right? But since I am witchy about some things, I am happy to share this premonition: here’s the puppy and its name will be Winston. The dream (my first! Really surprisingly given all the...
So…Twilight huh? Mormon vampire fiction? What’s next? The Left...– Says Master Scotty. Er. Ahem. That slope, she is slippery. Also, I finished it last night. I still wish that Edward was made older than someone who could be someone’s very old great-grandfather because I just keep thinking of the old pedophile on Family Guy which, don’t get me wrong, is...
You Won't Believe This. Seriously.
So Trainer Jay, right? He of the back-handed and sparing compliments? SAID I WAS HIS #1 GIRL CLIENT. Strongest, best endurance, wittiest (okay, not that last one, that has nothing to do with dumbells.) But!!! I win! Settling contentedly on throne. Ah.