Maybe the red velvet cupcakes will lull them all into submission …

I don’t want to wear my name tag. I hate wearing my name tag. I hear that in some departments they make you wear it all the time.

Sorry, dolls are mostly just creepy.

Thunder storm! Happy jentober!

This is both hilarious and adorable.

Surely I am not the only one who doesn’t find John Barrowman attractive? People get all swoony. I don’t get it.

Are you reading about Kermit Gosnell? Because you should be.

I’m sorry, but if not missing ONE day of church is more important to you than celebrating a pretty major accomplishment in your child’s life, you are not only a terrible parent, but a terrible christian.

I reserve the right to remain indifferent.

tastes like being poor and small and popsicles in summer

I’m disappointed in the lack of pastry.

This is a very tense week. Very. Very very very.

I’m fairly certain that when someone says “It’s nice to meet you” you’re not supposed to reply “Thank you!”

I do not like stroganoff.

Half-O-Ween?!? I can celebrate it twice?!!!?

ah love ewe!

All these gun companies should come to MI.

I love these. Tea and photography – two of my favorite things.

I saw her on campus the other day wearing a short skirt, no tights, and heels. Her ankle had dried blood on it where she had cut herself shaving. She was headed off to lunch with a desperately bearded hipster. It felt like a date. It was too cold for her outfit.

I’m a pattern collecter. I have probably 6 times more patterns than I will ever knit. I might need an intervention.

So tired of hearing about it. Really. I don’t care. So just stop.

cheata

I like scones.

What does this button do?

I think he’s nervous.

He actually said esprit de coeur.

Stop swiveling your chair back and forth while you speak. You look like a 12 year old.

you bring out the mean in me

Definitely nervous.

I am just not getting a damn thing done today.

Yep. I could get behind a WWBD tattoo. Or a WWJCD. Probably more like JC. Or just J. No, the other JC. I can see where that would be confusing.

Oh there’s some cool stuff here!

ACK!

Smoothie!

I never saw 300.

Oh Lord. He has Howard Zinn on his “Recommended Reading for Secondary English Teachers” list.

We need a Rand Paul break.

I always forget how uncomfortable these chairs are.

I love Madlibs.

She’s not a dean, she’s a director.

Oh Lord. He’s on about carbon footprints.

I’m not sure I would have paired brown with purple, personally.

Wanna play hangman?

fire and brimstone

Man. Everyone’s having babies.

What the hell is this Bitcoin business? (I’ve been REALLY busy)

My head is killing me.

Bill Janovitz has a new album out. Huh. Going to have to check that out.

Listen, pal. Just because I chose not to walk down the doctoral path doesn’t mean I’m not fully capable of it.

It’s just not that hard if you actually pay even the tiniest bit of attention.

I have gotten exactly NOTHING done today. Shut up. I’m not even being slacktacular.

Maxalt comes in generic now. My wallet is happy. And it’s easy to open too because it comes in a regular bottle, not in a gorram blister pack or might-as-well-be-tyvek package.

it’s just the prescription talkin’

There is nothing quite as piercing to one’s migrainous brain as the incessant CHIRPCHIRPCHIRPCHIRPCHIRP of a turkey chick.

robotics

I love this.

This also makes me happy today.

I’ve always wanted one of those Moleskine notebooks. I have no idea why. The kind with the graph paper.

screaming blue cheese!

I’m sorry. I have to vote no on the new Bowie. I know. I’m sad too.

I’m pretty bummed that Christopher Eccleston will not be in the 50th anniversary special. My favorite Doctor.

More tea. Yes, more tea.

Sometimes I don’t catch the typos.

madame

bonsoir

Did I mention that I don’t actually speak French?

I got a brand new pair o’ rollerskates.

One time in middle school I was roller skating with my friends Diana and Becky and my feet went out from under me and I landed flat on my upper back and it knocked the wind out of me. That was the most terrifying experience. I was lying there, I couldn’t breathe, and they were laughing. I don’t blame them for laughing, how could they know I wasn’t breathing? And I’m sure it was hilarious. Yeah, that one sticks with me.

Babies everywhere. So many babies.

Well. I might know a thing or two.

I need a new quote for my email signature. I considered Molon Labe but I just don’t think it would be appreciated.

Water the plants! Water the plants! Dammit, man! Can’t you see the plants need watering?

vapid and overblown

This is pretty fantastic. One of the reasons I refuse to live in a city again is the light pollution. I need it to be truly dark. I need to see the stars.

Oh come on. Not everything has “feminist implications.” Give it a rest.

aperture

I’m not going to talk about meetings.

This is entirely too much to expect of someone’s April.

I love the one where Patti’s smiling with her eyes cl0sed and Robert’s looking at her. These are beautiful.

Local news programs need to come to terms with the fact that they have become irrelevant.

now you’re gone

Wedding! This should be a fun wedding. Also cheesecake and donuts instead of wedding cake. Awesome.

I really do not like these people.

I need to come to terms with the fact that Wednesday is my least productive day at work. And not because I’m slacking.

I need to stop answering emails on my off time.

I need a drill sergeant, not a personal trainer.

The Wheel of Time series has been mentioned in my universe twice today by two completely unrelated people. How odd. We should probably take it as a sign that we need it in the house.

She said “moments of brevity” … I think she meant “moments of levity.”

“Sign up to become a Next Generation member today, and receive an autographed photo of Lt. Col Allen B. West as your free gift!”

right right right right right right riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight right

lonely as the average sea

asseesment. engineery. yo.

Who proposes on Easter?

The perfect storm of

I should not be this hungry.

Just have to make it to the 26th and then I can breathe.

scratched your farewell couplet

“What’s the efficacy of banning these magazine clips? I will tell you, these are ammunition, they’re bullets, so the people who have those now, they’re going to shoot them” says Rep DeGette. According to her, “the number of these high capacity magazines is going to decrease dramatically over time because the bullets will be shot and there won’t be any more available.” They’re trying to ban crap and they don’t even know what it is. I have no words.

Very well spoken young woman. Good on her.

Did I already use that picture?

My hands! They’re on fire!

That is the brightest shirt I have ever seen in my life.

And let’s eat grandma too.

Interesting.

Oh that’s not confusing at all. Nope.

He thinks he’s hilarious.

No, I think I have to disagree with you this time.

How many WIDR djs are actually students and not middle aged hipsters desperate to hang on to their glory days playing music no one gives a shit about? (If people gave a shit, wouldn’t they have donated during WIDR week?) And how is that even OK with the administration? And further, how can you call it “student media” when half the staff is in no way affiliated with the university beyond having, once upon a time, attended? And claiming that the “students have spoken” is misleading, as it only takes a simple majority of voters to screw everyone else who isn’t interested in raising tuition even further for a service they don’t care about.

How is Jim Carey even still relevant? I think any credibility he may have had went right out the window with the whole anti-vaxxer phase.

See? 6 bloody 40 and I’m now doing work at home. I need an intervention.

i’d never let that show

Apparently the magazine rack is where we’re keeping the bayonet these days.

What, doesn’t everybody give imaginary interviews in their heads? Shut up. Something has to pass the time on the treadmill.

“In an era where tuition keeps increasing, isn’t it time to rethink the millions of dollars students—and taxpayers—shell out involuntarily on college sports?” Um. A resounding yes.

How fun!

Marcia is a good name for a snail.

Sometimes I accidentally hit the “not spam” button instead of the “delete forever” button. le sigh.

Evening conversation between Miss W and me:
“This color doesn’t look good on anybody.”
“You look funny ha ha!”
“You have the same color shirt as I do.”
“I know, but it looks much better on me, I’m sure.”

All I really want right now is a cookie and a cuppa tea.

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.”

Nice.

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 – these photos.

Love it!

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.

May Day.

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”?

Yep.

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.

el oh el

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!

Do we have new readers? I think we have new readers. Why are we using the Royal We, Precious?

I wonder what people who come here by way of Ravelry must be thinking of this place.

This TARDIS idea may be more complicated than initially thought.

100% unexpected, 100% awesome.

I don’t know why we have to reach that age. Where death is just sort of a thing. Stupid age.

We shall see!

Oooh! Pretty moon this morning!

Oh good. Jon Hamm’s penis is a subject of conversation again. Am I the only one who doesn’t find that jackass attractive in any way?

I really need to start wearing jeans on Wednesdays.

I’m not really a lip gloss kind of girl.

These are cool!

Why do you have a box of .223? You don’t even have anything that shoots .223.

You say everyone should be equal in the eyes of the law. I say there shouldn’t be a law in the first place.

I’m kinda stuck on this song this week. You might as well be, too.

I always feel completely out of place when commenting in that group. I’m not … something … enough.

217 days to Halloween!

I don’t like Reiki. It weirds me out.

agitation

Maybe I can hide in the bathroom til the staff meeting is over. No?

Well. It’s not like I ever intended it to be a “Mom Blog” anyway, I guess.

I need a snack.

is now

Yes I did tell the assembled staff at this morning’s meeting that as a university we should be more concerned than we are about slamming the doors on free speech whilst we wage our anti bullying diversity inclusive why can’t we all just get along campaigns. I’m tired of sitting around listening to the liberal dogma every day. I have a voice too.

“Obama is too conservative.” My brain. It hurts.

This made me really sad.

I love HST. I have the same kind of appreciation for him as I do Charles Bukowski. These are not nice men. But these are ridiculously talented men.

This is a thing?? Why are they not here right now?

Speaking of fraught …

I should have a snack. I suppose these chips are not the answer.

Yes, the words, “Well, as a libertarian …” might have passed my lips today.

Government is never the answer.

Figuring out this schedule is going to give me a headache. I can see it coming.

By St. Boogar and all the saints at the backside door of purgatory! – “that’s for when you’re bitchin’ ’bout the guvmint”

I’m all for another Rand Paul filibuster. Just so you know.

Oh! I get to order tea this week! This makes me very happy.

I haven’t been able to vote for Amash because he hasn’t run in my district, but if I get the chance, I certainly will.

That page won’t load. Too much traffic. They should have considered their servers before advertising.

takes an ocean not to

Woo hoo! My TARDIS hub just got here! Oh my God! You guys! It makes the TARDIS noise when you plug stuff in!!!

I’m sure this is heresy, but I’m really not digging the new Bowie at all.

I haven’t yet made up my mind about the new My Bloody Valentine. The problem with this album is that it’s the first in 20 years. It’s hard to escape the mindset of Loveless simply because it’s so thoroughly cemented.

my fave mbv song.

Sheesh. I’m all kinds of link happy this week.

fanny about to my heart’s content

heh

One of these days I’m going to come to work with my hair styled like Abby.

You know, I’m having a really hard time getting into the Round House too.

I need to start a “Send jentober on vacation” fund. I think I tried that once.

Fresca!!

Gah. Every time I see someone claiming affiliation with a percentage – I AM THE 99%, I AM THE 23%, whatever, I immediately yell in my head, a la the Prisoner “I AM NOT A NUMBER!”

not at all

I hate cooking chicken.

Speaking of chickens. My foyer is over run with chicks. Incessant cheepery. The turkey chicks are so friendly though. They’ll walk right up to your fingers.

I need to find some fabric now.