I thought it was funny that FB suggested I friend someone that I had been friends with and was not aware that I had been unfriended by.

Driving to work this morning with Chris Isaak on the stereo, in my t shirt and skirt, I went past Bells’ and saw Knee Deep Shag on the marquee and for just a tiny minute thought it was 1993.

Of course, my skirt would have been shorter then and I would have had some funky tights and Doc Martens on …

And I never was a Knee Deep Shag fan, but they were nice fellas.

Ouch.  That’s all I can manage.  Ouch ouch ouch.

‘we attack the mayor with hummus.’

Geniuses.  One and all.  I’m still waiting for someone to explain to me why Occupiers should have our support.  I am probably going to be waiting for a long long time.

20 years.  Damn.

I should just clean up the old fb anyway.  Weed out likes.  Etc.

Enough of this headache please.

I don’t know why the phrase “alpha order” bugs me, but it does.  Maybe it’s the combination of vowels that I find objectionable.  Just say alphabetical.  It just sounds better.

For Miss W and her awesome cartoonage.  I think this may be the only Black Lab song I’ve ever heard.  But I do love it.

Synopsis. Synopses. Synopsesises.

I think I like cats better in theory than in practice.

I really hate it when you yell over my cube to talk to the front desk.

It’s the first day of summer.  I’m afraid that implies it will only get hotter from here.

You know what musta happened?

Lunch is a problem.

Perhaps I should have gone with different shoes.

I could use a nap.  And some really good drugs for this headache.

I would give you all the money in my pocket if you could fix this headache.  Don’t get too excited, all the money in my pocket is a quarter.

I think it might be too hot for my walk.  le sigh.

Why are you being such a jerk?  What the hell did I do to you?

I don’t know why peas are standard in pot pies.  I hate peas.

I do not recommend preparing your pot pie in the microwave.  It is not delicious.

I look like I’ve been caught in a very humid wind storm.

Oooh, this looks like fun!

I’ve been invited to join a network for film, television, and theater creatives.  Which is great.  But.  I’m not a film, television, or theater creative.

Ghost micvgharl Jackson just xrashed my computer.

Stupid

There’s just a certain etiquette.  I just

It’s ok.  You can message me.  You don’t need to post stuff.

Sheesh.  More babies.  Taunting me.

That’s quite a

Oh!  I like this!  I might have to try making it.  Of course, it won’t look nearly as nice.

There are a surprising number of inactivated fb accounts in my friend list.

I don’t know why the lack of a thank you card bothers me so much, but it does.

cept you

A Democratic Republic.

Not the kind of awe you’re going for?

It’s entirely out of my hands.

I suppose it’s as good a place as any to store peanuts.

Huh.  Not even invited.  Nice.  I think I need a break from 99.7% of the world.

poppies will make them sleepy

There is a very good chance that I am cranky right now.

Cool your britches.  I’ve been trying to remember that phrase for hours.

I thought it was a little passive aggressive and adding a winky didn’t really make it less so.

undesirable political sympathies

I wasn’t looking for declarations of allegiance, I was merely stating a fact.

Interesting.

Hmm.  Well that’s a problem.

I need to get a case of Slim Jims.  Yeah.

I’m pretty sure I’m missing something.

Stop making that face.  No, really.  Stop making that face.

I don’t think I care for this turkey.

Miss W earned her Yellow Belt this week.  Which everyone knows by now, I’m sure, but she’s so geeked and it’s an awesome thing.  She’s kick ass at sparring.

Also interesting.  The Mister and I had a conversation once about the amount of vagina imagery in Cronenberg’s films.  There is a man obsessed.

Yeah, that’s probably not a good idea.

Look at me not eating one of those cupcakes.  Good job me!

“Totes” bugs me.  Just say totally.

Merry Christmas, baby.

Are you going to be my date?

So tell me already!

Um.  No.

8 second pr0n!

Better dead than RED

Apparently I put on my crazy pants for a minute when I said I’d go.

The cupcakes are getting harder to resist.  Must. Not. Eat.

I should have just finished it then.

I don’t mind that it’s my job, but it would be awful nice if I was told how to do it.

This watermelon is lacking.  I’m having food issues today.  The pineapple was exceptional though.

Dear God.  Why would anyone ever wear any of these things?  Ever???

If the father is charged with anything, it will be an outrage.  I would almost certainly have acted in the same manner.

This is a pretty fantastic video.

up against the world on a wednesday afternoon

Again.  Already.  Although at the moment, I’m not entirely sure it actually is Wednesday.

Eerie landscapery.

Who killed Rosie Larsen already?

Are you getting the message yet?

Why isn’t this working???

Straight hair.

I dunno.  For me it’s always the Old Spice guy.  I’ve at least seen one or two of those commercials.

Oof.  This is not what I was expecting.

Mail merges are awesome.  When they work.

This place is driving me to coffee.  What was it Giles said?  “Tea is soothing, I wish to be tense.”

I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned this, to the effect of “there is no bigger pain in the ass on this earth …” or something similar with possibly more f-bombs.  But that might have been on FB.

This is pretty much right on.  Except with the sun screen, make sure you have the right stuff, cos a lot of it will just accelerate the cancer.

I kind of really love her, and you should too.

testing.  testing.

walk it off, babe.

How fun.  If I were to ever get married again, I would want a Firefly theme.  Well, Firefly combined with Tim Burton.  Wouldn’t that be interesting?

Pineapple Pokopo

Commie scum.

I love you more than this goat rodeo.

Hell’s bells, I hadn’t thought of this in years.

Sweet!

Another meeting???

Hmm.  Yes, I’d say he rates lunchable.

Oooooh!  Meeting guy brought donuts!  See?  Some people know how to properly conduct a workplace gathering of workyness.

Wow, the donuts totally made that meeting worth attending.  That was long.  And I missed my afternoon walk.

Yay!  Film ready!  Should be some Seattle stuff on that roll.

Well.  I guess I’m just not that cool.

I might have crashed it.  But then I owned it.

I am so the boss of that now.

This is my favorite song today.

I don’t have any words for you.

I never wanted to be

Argh!  Watermelon juice all over my bag.  Disaster.

I hate having dreams about money.  They’re never “Oh, we just won millions of dollars!” dreams.

You should go back, and reminisce.

The Random Confederacy is almost done.  Only 5 more weeks!  Doesn’t seem like it’s been nearly a year already.

I just feel like I’m entirely out of synch with the rest of the universe today.

I totally forgot about that.

Hot N Now reopened???

Great, now I have THAT song stuck in my head.

Bad vibes around this building today.  I’m not the only one who is wonked.

Great lunch with old work buds!

Tag!  You’re it!

I need a Diet Coke something fierce.

More stuff to do.  Finally.

Why hasn’t anyone brought me a Diet Coke yet??

It’s not horribel.  I keep typing that anyway.

And toady instead of today.

I wish it would rain.

Scrub.

It’s a little chilly.  It’ll be a little chillier tomorrow.  I think pants.

This, to me, has a very Bowie feel to it.  Somewhere in the late 80s.  87 ish, I think.

I have not gotten nearly enough done with the house.  I’m sort of stuck.  I need more help.  SITGR could come and we could get it all done in a weekend.

I wonder where the mail is.

It is taking me forever to finish this dinosaur.  It’s like my everything is on hiatus.  I just haven’t felt like knitting at all.

It’s just not like me.

I wonder if it will really rain tomorrow.

I think Robert Downey, Jr. is dreamy.  And so do you.

I think this iced coffee would be better if it were actually iced cappuccino.  We used to have a great recipe at the cafe I got fired from that time.  (Which was totally not my fault.  Gorram yuppie jerk.)

I think I should close this window.

Jackie Sorensen.  Sorenson?  I can’t remember now.  Spandex.

Another pot luck.  God’s teeth.  Save me from potlucks.

Our trees seem leafier this year.  There’s bigger shadow back there, I think.

Goats and bees.  Bees and goats.

I don’t know all the questions yet.

That mixer is arthritic.

Cookies?  Peanut butter bars?  Oh I know.  The chewy chocolate drop thingers.  They haven’t had those yet.  Damn.  A trip to the store.

It’s ok.  It’s not the zombie apocalypse or anything.

Babbleicious.

I’ve been there, I know the way.

Those robots are dangerous.

I guess it’s a tea pot collection now.

I will not eat that cookie.  I will not eat that cookie.  I will not eat that cookie.

Only 11 days left?  Really?  It just goes faster and faster.

It’s just not warm enough.

Professional.  Professional goofball, maybe.