nobody here but us chickens
Try this at home.
I can’t believe I
Oh, you’re so broken right now!
I might actually wear a bikini if it was this one. Maybe.
The heat might be too much for me.
Ooooh! Nice!
I’m pretty sure I’ve been off work more than on this May. And I am so totally OK with that.
The problem with most concealed carry bags is that they’re hideous. And the ones that I would actually rock, I can’t afford. Lame.
I’m about to sell the two of you to the gypsies for a bag of gold.
This is both devastating and beautiful.
Oh good. Now I have to find a new dishwasher for the office.
Generalissimo Franco is still dead.
“Hey buddy, what are you doing with my meat?”
I don’t know that Angelina’s situation really qualifies as a “health crisis” or makes her a “survivor”. Come on.
How to Be Less Scary in the Workplace
I want to go to the Johnny Cash museum.
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!
Man. I think I need to quit the photog business if *that* is what people are paying for these days.
Maybe I can send a formal letter annulling my relationship to specific people in the family. A gentle disowning, if you will.
Wow. That was straight up crazy pants. WTF.
I am so frustrated, I just don’t even have the words.
rain rain rain rain rain
there’s no time to second guess it
Moisturize me!
This is not my best day ever.
I’m reading this book set in a place called Baron Hollow and I keep reading it as Barton.
Cat naps are just not doing the trick.
It’s so humid in here. I kind of wish we could turn the AC off.
Mostly I’m always wishing we could turn the AC off.
I dunno. Maybe it’s me. I don’t think it’s funny. I look at it and tilt my head, say “huh,” and click away.
I bet Miss W would eat more corn if we had these.
The only good thing about today is this fantastic rain storm.
Yes, I will do it a week ago, which I told you I did already.
haven’t listened in a while
It isn’t “accidental racism.” You’re just assigning meaning to something that isn’t there because you want to believe it’s racist.
Beautiful. Well.
That’s just spectacularly bad timing.
“Food for thought: There is no redemption in burnt toast.”
I wish I was somewhere I could sit with a cuppa and just stare out the window and listen to the downpour.
And likely fall asleep, because I can’t seem to stay awake if I sit still lately.
This just made me laugh. I think the Pink Pistols started in the Mitten.
Do we really need to have the Your/You’re talk again?
Temperature drop!
Aw, I want it, cos it’s so cute.
And also I get cold all the time.
la la la
um. Huh.
I can’t believe you made me watch that. I am actually horrified.
I’ll just continue my cold war campaign of polite indifference, I think.
Mermaids???
Good piece from Nick Gillespie. I like the word “redaction.” I don’t approve of the act, in most cases.
I had not heard this version before. I LOVE it. The video is so fun!
Well. That makes me feel like I belong to some cool genetic club or something.
I still haven’t bought my Chris Isaak ticket. I still have not convinced myself that it might be OK to spend that money.
Boy, Instagram sure is pretty on an iPad.
OK OK OK Â Enough Doctor Who references for one week. Shut up.
Yeah, I had no idea who Chris Hardwick was.
Wow, when I die, I want my grave to look like this.
I very much dislike that perfume you wear. But it would be rude to say so, I suppose. It’s much easier when I can say “Hey! Your cologne gives me a migraine. Please stop wearing it.” People respect that shit. They don’t care so much if you just find something unpleasant.
I had to unsubscribe from you, I’m sorry.
It’s nice and cool this evening. But the rain stopped.
That’s an awfully long time to go without knitting.
I have completed the Visitor’s Safety Orientation.
undead undead undead
Don’t give up, lovey. You’re a better mom than most of us.
Except that I actually LOVE The Time Traveler’s Wife. But I haven’t read any of the other ones, and yes, I agree that enough already.
Now that makes perfect sense!
OK, I lied, but come ON! Seriously.
I need Shelli’s dress.
Extended daylight hours confuse my internal clock. I am perpetually losing track of time in the summer.
I think I just became one of those travelers who makes lists before she packs. Dear Lord, how did that happen???
Baby turkeys make the cutest noises. I always type “turkerys” first.
Hell’s Bells. My computer just went all insane and I had to reboot and it removed ALL of the line breaks from Random.
I may or may not have briefly considered just posting it that way …
“OK OK OK  Enough Doctor Who references for one week. Shut up. Yeah, I had no idea who Chris Hardwick was. Wow, when I die, I want my grave to look like this. I very much dislike that perfume you wear. But it would be rude to say so, I suppose. It’s much easier when I can say “Hey! Your cologne gives me a migraine. Please stop wearing it.†People respect that shit. They d”
You’re welcome.
Cursed mosquitoes!!!!!!!
Cursed goat!!!!!!!
Whatever. I thought it was funny. Who doesn’t love a little political tree humor, I ask you?
I am not at liberty to confirm, nor deny. Good day.
I shot this for 634 miles for May, but am not including it in that post. But I liked it, so I’m sharing it here.
that post will be up sometime this week.
I’m going to be traveling next week and part of the following week, so Random may be delayed. We’ll see. But I’m going to be meeting some of my internet friends while I’m away and I’m very excited about that, and also very nervous, because – social skills + jentober = 0. People have been assuring me that I am mistaken, and not awkward at all. My problem is that I just completely lack the ability to make small talk, which is actually an important step in starting a conversation. Honestly, it’s not unlike Ron Swanson. You know when Ann is trying to get him to talk and he’s all brief and direct and eventually says “Oh, are you still here?” I am a woman of few words. In person anyway.
However, once you get me going, I can assure you, I’m pretty fun. No really. I’m hilarious. I’m pretty sure there are at least two people who will testify to thoroughly enjoying my company.
But this is the plus to social media. I wrote a lengthy lament on the negatives of social media yesterday, that I don’t think I’ll end up posting. Which might be a shame, because it’s good, and I criticize myself along with it, which keeps it honest.
At any rate. I love to travel. Even though I won’t sleep much the whole time, and I’ll miss the Compound terribly, I’ll have a good time. (And take entirely too many pictures.)
“You are occupying the space of somebody who might actually like me, so you have to go.”
I have terrible posture.
This woman is just gorgeous.
I might have used an eensy bit too much cinnamon.
I’ve watched the Millennium series many times – all three seasons. But reading this Lance Henriksen book now, I realize just how little I ever remember of season 3. I think shows like the Killing and the Following are pretty heavily influenced by that first season of Millennium (which was pretty damn brilliant).
Unlawful Possession of Certain Ammunition Feeding Devices
In Michigan, a tornado can occur any month of the year. Scary stuff.
Mad Libs aren’t nearly as much fun by yourself.
Hmmm.  I’m thinking probably not so much. Also I’m not really a fan of Jonathan Rhys Meyers. (I actually really enjoyed Dracula 2000 as well)
Yeah, it’s hilarious.
Well. Never mind then.
The first thing I noticed were the framed photos of Che on the wall.
I just don’t care for Sam Rockwell. I’ve probably mentioned this.
Aw, I want to see this!
So … if 24 is only back for 12 episodes … can’t really be 24, can it?
Fornicating Under Consent of the King
soooooooooo beautiful. I love her work. Nicola Taylor.
We all know how I feel about the term YOLO, but this is cute.
Man. I REALLY do not understand hippies.
I’m making that finger pointy “ha ha!” Simpsons laugh.
Poor liberals.
I don’t have an opinion on Angelina Jolie’s boobs. Her boobs are her bidness.
What the hell is a tickter?
OK, I’ve been to Queensland, and had I known they had spiders that big before I went, I would never have left the states. Yeesh! I never saw a spider like that the whole time I was in Australia.
If you say words with ism over and over they all stop making sensism.
So. Who’s buyin’ me an iPad? … Anyone? OK, how about a ticket to Chris Isaak in July?
Mmmmmm pumpkin spice tea.
Ohh! I should make some pumpkin bread!
Springtime on the Compound.
Sad day. They’re cutting down the 200 year old oak in front of my office. To be fair, it did just lose a gigantic branch that could have killed someone. But still. It’s sad.
Seems like Ellis’ shunning should be louder by now.
Why was the cat in the bag in the first place? Who puts cats in bags? Unless you plan to drown them. In which case someone oughta put you in a bag. Meanhead.
no matter how you
This trip may include less free time than I thought.
Why don’t they ever tell me when someone is going to be walking around on the damn roof?
This is just the tiniest bit terrifying.
Sometimes it’s not a duckface. Sometimes someone is making a kissy face. You have to make distinctions.
i want all the
Apparently it’s giganomous cinnamon roll day.
Wait, remind me who was in Dead River Drag?
I never had that album.
So many questions. So many questions.
What? What?! What.
Don’t let me forget to go to the UPS store.
I don’t know. I don’t think you can legitimately use the name Cletus in literature and not lose at least some degree of gravity.
I’ve read some of the books on your “books that will change your life” list, and I have to disagree.
We can only hope it will be better than True Blood.
Hey birthers? Not helping. Let the administration bury themselves.
I don’t understand your title. “Michigan for Our America Initiative”. That makes no sense to me. Also it’s just hard to say.
Also I can’t hear Initiative in that context without my brain going directly to Buffy.
No really. For serious. Pay me.
Austin is like some weird worm hole deposited anomaly or something. How does a place like that even happen?
Oh. Yeah, that makes sense – Willie Nelson.
Did I say that already?
It’s practically a tome.
I kind of love this. I do.
I’m not even kidding when I say that more often than not these days, I can’t tell whether it’s news or it’s satire.
I am a robot making pancakes.
Hey! You can take your caps lock and go on home, mister!
that’s me in the
Can one leave Google +?
You know how awkward I can be with humans.
Hey! Send me new music for my trip! I need stuff to listen to. That’s a long way.
Shh. I’ll tell ya latah.
Huh. Well that doesn’t seem quite right. It’s probably an earwig or something. Or a mosquito. Because OH MY GOD THE MOSQUITOES.
Nope, lots of free time. We’re good. Woo hoo!
What if I
audit audio audible audition auditorium
Aaaaaaargh. I can never remember how stupid iTunes works. Zune was so much user friendlier.
Yeah, I’m not good with math either. That’s why my job isn’t math.
I think people generally have the wrong idea. Stoppit.
hey. yeah. now i’m just cranky.
I know a surprising number of people in Texas. Don’t mess with me.
sigh.
Well, really, what does Obama have to lose by slamming conservatives every chance he gets? It’s not like he has an election at stake.
I wonder if they hate this song now.
These are so beautiful.
Holy wow! Want!
Remember that episode of Highlander when the bad guy was Roland Gift?
I would like a shooting coach.
Can I do Random from the road? That’d be a good one. But not terribly practical. And I don’t know if I’ll have a laptop with me. Hmm. I might have to take notes and type it all up upon my return.
Unless I don’t end up going because that kind of crap happens all the time, in which case, it’s moot.
Moot.
moooooooooot.
Dr. Pepper Icee. I didn’t even know there was such a thing.
Lance Henriksen. I love you. That man drops the f-bomb more than I do. And that’s saying something.
My pal, Marko? With the book I told you to read? Just signed a big book deal. So now you REALLY have to read it. And also tell him kudos, cos that is some seriously awesome bidness.
I just remembered I have Thursday and Friday off! Sweet!
The only thing on my ballot was the millage renewal. Of course I voted NO! Of course it will pass anyway. Bastards.
Miss W is giving me crap about saying “wouldja?” You’d think she wasn’t born and raised in Michigan. Sheesh.
Huh. I have to say I really didn’t think Sanford was going to win that.
Stop calling it a “mini-sesh”. Right now.
I don’t know. When I hear “women of punk,” Kate Bush doesn’t really ever come to mind.
I’m a little dubious of this guy. Maybe more than a little.
I need to figure out this bee thing.
I love these.
It’s the first thing that I thought of.
Head.
Shut it. Or I’ll shoot you with my pencil gun. pew! pew! pew!
It’s his company and he can say and do what he wants. What people should perhaps be more upset about is that despite his feelings being very much public, business is still booming.
Also, I’m kinda all “who cares?” about it. I mean. It’s Abercrombie zombie.
I should turn the Benghazi hearings off. That’s what I should do. It just pisses me off.
I would like a bow.
See? “Request to renew 0.4 mill levy for operations for four years. Yes: 11,747; No: 4,499.” Bastards.
Wow. Suddenly incredibly sleepy.
The cowboy is my very favorite.
I kind of love this too, but there is too much Crazy Pants Cruise. (And some of them aren’t done very well.)
I need a document scanner.
Yes, as long as you stand there.
pew!
Yep. iPad it is. I’m starting to get excited. I hope this doesn’t get canceled on me.
Thunder!
Five minutes of rain? Really?
I would so be a kick ass White House photographer.
This is great and all, and yay for all the “how do you get a bikini body? put a bikini on it” positive thinkin’ motivational speechifyin’ going around, but is it really going to get me on a beach in a bikini? No. It really isn’t.
How did I miss the fact that Willie Nelson is in town tonight?
That’s why he lives alone. On an island. In a cave.
Interesting. But I still just don’t love it like I wanted to.
I dunno. Maybe it’ll grow on me.
I really wish James Marsters would stop doing whatever that is to his hair.
This book is really good so far. You should totally read it. I’m sorry it sat in my to read stack for as long as it did. Although there’s a typo in Max Brooks’ blurb at the beginning.
I just don’t care for Wil Wheaton at all.
Link happy.
I really kind of have a pretty great job. I might hate it sometimes, but, as jobs go? My bosses are fantastic and they love me. Almost all of my coworkers love me, and they’re good people. My students love me, and they’re the best. Yeah. It has its days, but they’re outweighed.
Of course, I wish I could stay home and be mom. Or. WHITE HOUSE PHOTOGRAPHER. Cos I’d kick ass at that. Could someone tell the next pres that please? Rand Paul or whoever. No Dems, please.
This chair is uncomfortable.
Shit. I was supposed to stop at the UPS store.
It sounds like aliens screaming. Or that voice of the bugs when Oogie Boogie falls apart.
It’s getting chilly manamana
Smashing Pumpkins. I saw them once. I haven’t listened to them in years. That bassist chick’s dad used to work with my dad. No, I never met her. Whatsername? Darcy. Darcy? Darcy.
“Pick up the book nearest to you. Turn to page 45. The first sentence explains your love life.” Â Â Â “Ultimately, Henriksen’s time in the military did nothing to change the direction of his life.” Â Â Hmmmmm.
a handful of stars
I dropped that crazy class. No time! No time, I tell you!
I should have learned more languages.
I should have finished school the first time.
That’s all the time I have for should haves.
Now it’s time for … I don’t know. I forgot what I was going to say.
I’ll just go knit the TARDIS now.
36.52
It is my last day of staycation. I need more time. I’m off to see Wicked today. I have heard so much about how phenomenal it is, I’m half expecting to hate it. I read the book, (which took me two attempts), and hated it, then thought it was really good, and am sort of back to hating it. We’ll see.
I don’t really care about Kim Kardashian at all. I’ve never seen her show. I only even have the vaguest idea of who she is. But having been a pregnant woman, who has been swollen and felt like a whale, and miserable, I really wish people would leave her the hell alone in regard to her weight. It actually pisses me off how mean people are being.
Nerdy umbrage.
If your morals are that easily bought and sold, you have much bigger problems than capitalism.
like putting a santa hat on karl marx
I don’t care if you’re gay. I just don’t. It’s like the least relevant thing about you. I care if you’re a scifi geek. I care if you have common sense. I care if you like alt.country. I don’t give a shit who you sleep with.
Unless you’re Red. Then I expect details.
Sometimes I feel like a pretty spectacular failure. That I’m failing spectacularly? Whatever.
Dear God, stop calling them the FEELS.
“Yeah, it takes a lot of courage coming out of the closet to a standing ovation.”
This father, who wishes to remain anonymous – how brave! – is an asshole. These people are horrible people.
Do I post too much to the blog? Maybe I don’t post enough. Oh brother, it’s not like you’re making money at it, Jennifer.
I’m sorry. I’ve just never really gotten the whole Andy Warhol adoration. His art just does not speak to me.
Also not speaking to me -Â these photos.
Too much work to do. Bring me a dumpster!
I’ve seen selections from this series before. Interesting stuff. It doesn’t feel quite authentic though. Slightly NSFW.
It’d be nice to actually be going somewhere for vacation.
Did my internet just break?
This is kind of depressing.
I really need to just figure out how to build one.
We have too much stuff. Way too much stuff. I’m starting to feel claustrophobic and overwhelmed. I really just need a dumpster. Right now.
Ridiculous. Just flipping ridiculous. That actually makes me angry.
I am straight up filthy right now. It’s so disgusting.
That actually hurt my brain.
Something evil wasp ant thing with sting bitey teeth was just crawling around in my shorts sting biting me. I’m so fucking done with this “vacation.”
Minimalism is looking more and more appealing all the time.
Taekwondo ho!
That is a seriously giganomous fly. What the hell?
Well, you know, it was cold, they were hungry, and dude was all “If you don’t work, you don’t eat, bitches!”
The fart of solidarity.
Lots of weird activity on the blog today. I wish I knew what people were thinking when they happen across this thing.
I don’t think some people are appreciating my random staycation texts.
I also don’t think people really appreciate the awesome of a mystery box of books in the mail for shipping plus 2 bux. No sense of fun. No sense of adventure. Poor people.
This just really makes me wish I could sew that much more.
I think it’s weird that you’re moving and you haven’t told your children that you’re moving.
Yes, I am checking my work email. Shut up. It’s self preservation.
OK. No Neil Gaiman. Yes Chris Isaak. I can live with that.
I want slices of mozzarella and crackers.
Have you seen the Doctor Puppet yet? Because it’s so wonderful, and you really should.
9 times out of 10 children
Who else would I want to have a Parks & Rec marathon with?
Shut up, I am not Leslie.
Chicken. Pot. Pie!!!!!
Where the hell is my copy of Good Omens?
Hell’s bells it’s stuffy in here.
Oh Dear Lord.
Oh now it’s “reductive rights” not “abortion rights”?
And then there’s this, which I disagree with. I think Tebow has gotten persecuted for being so devout, and I think any half wit can look at the media and see that. As for the newly out of heh closet athlete – see my above quote. He’s not going to be persecuted in the slightest.
But mostly I don’t care about sports in the least, and I care less about whether you’re gay OR Christian.
I reserve the right to remain indifferent. It’s my new motto. I need to cross stitch a sampler. Along with “In theory,” “I’m workin’ on it,” and “Shut the fuck up.”
Also this is bullshit.
Well, the mosquitoes sure as hell didn’t waste any time getting here.
I don’t know. I’m sending mixed messages today. Last week was so much better.
It’s probably too late to take a shower. Ew.
Speaking of. How the hell did it get so late?
too much stuff too much stuff too much stuff
I’ma sit on the patio thinger while it’s stormy and read. Staycation, bitches!
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