DJs on the radio this morning were talking about 8 tracks and cassettes and turntables. One of the older guys mentions there’s still a turntable in the production studio and the other older guy asks how he knows that. The young guy says “I brought my mom’s old Duran Duran records in for a spin and he heard me.” That one hurt. I am just not that old.

god, what a mess

Honestly. The number of typos in emails just gets worse and worse.

I’ll probably always remember explaining to Miss W that “putting out fires with gasoline” was a metaphor after her grandmother played her “Cat People” for the first time. She said to me “it seems like you couldn’t really DO that, right?” That girl definitely needs more Bowie in her life.

So neat!

“It’s not really important most the time.” ARGH. I’m so sorry, but yes, grammar is VERY important “most the time.”

That is so not how you spell that.

I had no idea this existed. Was she going for Marlene Dietrich purposely? It’s a serious question. I have only seen one season of this show.

I want bar nachos.

Beautiful!

My very favorite Star Trek franchise.

Not the entire week, but all week.

Since when is masking tape so bloody expensive??

I am so excited about this sweater! I cannot wait for my yarn to get here.

That’s kind of a fun word to say.

I just don’t understand how those emails disappeared. I’m not intentionally pulling a Hillary. I seriously don’t know what happened.

Maybe I should move Random to Patreon and have people pay for it. I bet no one would read it anymore. ha.

This Gofundme was a silly idea. I really don’t know what I was thinking.

On the way back from this errand I’m stopping for a Den Pop. Giganomous Diet Fountain Dew here I come.

I’m unsubscribing from your mailing list, Plucky Knitter. I can’t afford your ridiculously spendy yarn.

The thing about conversation in an office is you can hear people going around having the same conversation with different people. Over and over. It makes me tired just thinking about repeating myself that much. I don’t understand what is appealing about that.

Guess I have another project to add to my knit list.

This whole thing is turning out to be a lot more labor intensive than I had planned for.

Fassbender! This was such a good book.

I just think that forcing someone to ask two questions about something they don’t actually have any questions about because the thing is not remotely difficult to understand is a wonky assignment. Stop trying to dumb us down.

Aw. One of my favorite political science faculty mentioned me in the lecture I was not able to attend today. She missed my input on the 10th Amendment in relation to environmental policies.

I’m failing to see how a “sick-out” is helping these students you claim to care so much about.

Holy shit, a compliment. I just got a work related compliment. Is it the apocalypse and no one told me??

I do not understand how this woman has so few followers. Her work is so beautiful. You should follow her.

I have so much to do that procrastination has become the only logical next step.

Again with the oils. I don’t get it.

That’s a quote. No one actually talks like that.

I’ve just realized that I sort of look at Sarah Palin in the same light as I look at the Kardashians. By which I mean I just could not care less.

I dunno. I think my preference lies with the original Harley Quinn of the Animated Series. She was the bomb.

Stupid writing assignment making me cry. Stupid death class.

I don’t even know what that means.

Those bitches are bitches.

OMG. I kind of love it. I might love it more than Westerberg’s original recording, which I love a lot. Well, I’ll be needing that album, that’s for sure.

Wow. She already graded my paper and it made her cry too. Maybe I should go back into writing.

Darn. I was hoping my yarn would come today. Oh well. I really need to get Miss W’s new sweater finished and it’s not looking like it’s going to be done in time for her birthday. Which isn’t a big deal, because there’s plenty of cold weather left in the Mitten, but it would have been nice.

I don’t know about this book. I just don’t know.

Boy, I wish I had the yarn budget some of these ladies have. Holy wow.

tiny tiny tiny

I cannot decide what to wear for the opening tomorrow. le sigh

I suppose it really doesn’t much matter.

ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff

That’s an old pic for you. I was a bit thinner then. I’d like to be that thin again. le sigh.

letterbox

I’m not crazy!

oh man, look at those cavemen go

Oh I like that nail polish!

I can’t believe I got out of the active shooter presentation. But really. When you’ve sat through all three variations and have been to four presentations, how much more can you possibly learn? What they should be doing is allowing me to carry on campus. But that will never happen here.

Spoke too soon. Had to sit through the last half. Still a waste of time.

She just said “Take a breather, girl” and pronounced breather like breath with an er on the end and a hard th. Brether. Like brother with another e.

I think this might be my favorite Bowie thing ever. Maybe. If I had to limit myself to just one thing. But no. I can’t. There’s just too much. So this is one of my favorite things ever.

I can’t believe you’re annoyed about this. I mean that’s just really a stretch. You really have to try, have to dig deep, to come up with annoyance over this.

I don’t know. I’m pretty sure this is looking like you have some kind of personal vendetta. It’s getting weird.

That woman is addicted to talking shit to death.

I just wasted 4 days creating a schedule for around 100 people based on the information I was given which was wrong.

You know what? I’m giving up on today. I’m done. This is ridiculous.

Let’s start over.

i know a government man

I need food. It’s 12:40. I’m starving. I should go on lunch. I’ve been too busy for lunch. le sigh.

I think I’ma Randomly post this tomorrow. Again. Because reasons, yo.

I don’t feel good about Random today. That makes me sad.

Peanut butter cookies, however, make me very happy.

I don’t think I’m speaking the same language as you. I just do not understand what you just said.

just for one day

I love these satellite photos of the Mitten in winter, even though I am freezing my arse off down here on the ground. (taken yesterday)

Maybe someone could bring me some peanut butter cookies. I don’t know who that would be.

Oh man. The next two hours just might kill me.

I never did make any shortbread. I need to make some shortbread.

I need to bring Jayne Cobb to work and keep him on my desk.

There’s a whole list of people that I miss.

I’ve been fighting years all morning.

I think these are hilarious and awesome and someone should bring them back.

Because the universe is 100% off kilter today.

Oh! I should make some shortbread for Dr. H. I’ll take it when I go visit her this week. Or next week. I don’t even know. I’d like to go tomorrow, but my work days are absurd lately.

Who calls it a junk food machine? We just call them vending machines.

“I just wonder if you get tired of, um, being outrageous?”

That is just not the best Bowie ever. There is much better Bowie.

“The straighter David Bowie got, the better his teeth got.”

Youtube does not appear to have my favorite Tin Machine song.

Oh that’s a lie. Here it is, you crazy girl.

I’m sorry, but I don’t really get the whole making administrative assistant types refer to you as Dr. So and So. If you’re going to make me call you Dr. Somebody, you can refer to me as Ms. Townsend, thank you very much.

There. A double batch of shortbread just about ready to go in the oven.

I never do that right.

Hooray! All aboard! Wow! Let’s go!

Supposed to be 37 tomorrow. It’ll feel like a heat wave.

I suppose now is as good a time as any for my weekly plea …

I actually really liked the Never Let Me Down album.

Holy hell. The sweater I’ve been dying to knit from the Great Northern Knits Kickstarter thingie is being released and those beautiful girls are doing a knit along. I’m clearly going to have to put my two current sweaters on hold and get some yarn.

I dunno. That’s some pretty buttery soft melt in your mouth shortbread right there.

Huh. It’s broken.

Oh come on. Like you didn’t buy a ticket too.

If I win, I’m not telling anyone. I’ll be all “huh? Oh no, it must be some other Jennifer Townsend.”

I think it’s total bullshit that you are denied the right to remain anonymous if you win the lottery.

I really should be reading that chapter.

Ah well. I think I’ll give it up. Random Wednesday on Wednesday. What.

Hello and Happy New Year, my friends. I’m just going to get this out of the way first thing: If you enjoy Random or any of my mainly photographic posts, please consider making a donation to my new Canon fund. The Ripper is dying, and I am in serious need of a new machine. Every little bit helps, believe me. Thanks for your consideration and support.

every little bit helps …

This place makes me so jittery.

I feel completely off kilter.

Kilter is an interesting word. I like the way it sounds.

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo busy. So very many emails. Holy hell.

It’s pretty dreamy.

I thought that was a blanket. It is not. It would be a cool blanket.

Nothing like getting ambushed in a meeting to start your new year out right. Whee.

Just to totally change the subject for a minute.

I should have just left this laptop at home today.

Argh. Dropbox. Headache. Argh.

I’m neglecting you. It’s tragic.

Ok, maybe not tragic. But ooph.

I can’t believe I was nominated for that. I’m honored and confused.

I don’t know how I ended up in charge of this thing, but it just might be the  death of me. I think it’s because no one else wanted to deal with the artists.

It would have been so much more helpful if you had done this before the time I actually requested that you be here. ARGH. This day just gets better and better.

Oooh! I’m definitely going to have to make that sweater. Fo sho.

Because Lord knows I haven’t had enough waffles lately.

I have a headache and I am floundering.

I dunno though. I would LOVE to go to DC and meet with all those people. Even if they are Democrats.

Campbell’s Kuerig soup. I bet it ends up tasting like coffee. Just like when you try to make tea in the Keurig.

Coffee soup. Bleah.

I’m sorry. I totally just laughed at your ironic typo.

I just. There is nothing appealing about Lena Dunham. Nothing.

How is it that terrorists and whatever always use iPhones for their detonators on tv? Like iPhones are just twenty bucks at the corner store or the gas station or something. I want the kind of funding television terrorists are getting, man.

Speaking of iPhones. Sign me up. I wonder if they’ll work for Androids as well. Does it say that? I really only skimmed it.

I’m so tired. I’m so tired. I’m so tired.

cos i can’t get it out of my head lately

I probably got added to some gubmint list for talking about television terrorists.

I was probably already on some gubmint list. They probably won’t even let me in DC in the first place, even if I am chosen for the program.

Yeah, that’s not supposed to do that.

Yes. Tomorrow is a better bet. Except the lunatic might be here, so that could throw some monkeys in my wrenches. Or some wrenches in my monkeys. Or some monkey wrenches in my barrels.

My tummy is all gurgly.

Gary Johnson just entered the race, eh? Hmm. He’s probably too late for the Michigan ballot. Again. Gorram pothead.

I always picture a charnel house as being more like an abattoir, I guess. But it isn’t at all.

Someone needs to update that John Casey 2012 pic to 2016. Because John Casey 2016!!

That’s like Bonanza or somethin’.

Oooh! Everything about this sounds appealing to me. Ooooh! Here’s a video.

Wait. Where do Phineas and Ferb get their funding? Elevators to the moon ain’t cheap, my friend.

So much for that rock and roll fantasy.

Wonderful. Not a single swipe pad works in this building. I cannot lock nor can I unlock a single solitary room in my building. Fabulous. But oh! They’re so much better than the old fashioned key system! The building can be locked down in the event of an active shooter! … Thereby trapping us all here with said shooter, but that’s beside the point, right?

Um yeah. It’s not a gala. It’s not even close to a gala.

I guess everybody’s got to be good at something.

Response Ability

I really like this wallet.

strangeness in the proportion

Bummer drag.

I need my ear buds STAT!

STAT. What a weird word.

I’m not really worried about the ethics of the thing.

So. Much. Email.

Needs it.

I thought that said chronic. I have no idea why.

My tooth hurts. Dammit.

I like how Amazon has categorized Hunter S. Thompson’s Better than Sex as a “reference book”.

Issue No. 1 of the Sandman is what got me hooked on Neil Gaiman.

I’m pretty sure there’s been some kind of mistake, as I was not included on this “hottest libertarian women” list. I mean, come on.

Oh Lord. Another wrench. Or moneky. Or whatever. That is not how you spell monkey.

That totally made me el oh el.

Oh good. You want me here late again. AGAIN. That is not how it is supposed to work the first week back. le sigh.

I can’t end this on this note. Note. Where is this guy?

You guys. You kill me with your whole “down with capitalism!” rants when you actually make your living solely through the vehicle of capitalism. That is some serious cognitive dissonance happening there.

I need to make a decision about this interview. I think I’m probably the wrong person for this program. As kick ass as it is to be nominated by the poli sci department chair. I had no idea he thought so highly of me!

Well that took some digging. Why would you even want to start that?

Just runnin’ in circles, all the time.

Last Random of the year. Huh. I was actually thinking about taking the week off.

I don’t know. I think my fear is that if I did do a Gofundme, I’d fail to make my goal. And that would be weird and kind of sad and sort of embarrassing.

I love Phineas and Ferb as much as the next girl, but a person can only take so much.

That is some serious dedication to tie dye.

I really hate carpet.

The pattern is from my brainnnssssssssssssssssss.

Those are the biggest googly eyes I’ve ever had.

Yep. Chuck is still a good show.

mmmmmmAdamBaldwinmmmmmmmm

I’m behind on the photos. I have no motivation.

Yep. This is why I avoid fancy trendy restaurants.

So we’re moving on from Star Wars to Making a Murderer then?

I’m kinda getting sick of hearing about Star Wars, I have to tell you.

Here’s a 2016 wish: To stop hearing the phrase “the troubling X” coming out of the progressive camp. Stop being so TROUBLED by everything. Find a spine.

I tried to do that best nine on Instagram and something tried to virus my phone. So I gave up.

I love you, Dr. Pepper 10.

The bidet hasn’t caught on in the US because it’s weird. Also who has time for a bath every time you use the loo?

My dad has a bidet in his bathroom. It’s mostly used as a magazine rack.

You have weird teeth.

I am cold.

I really need to re-pot that aloe again.

This is a hopeless endeavor.

Damn. This class sounds like entirely too much work.

I don’t think you really want a waffle.

Tell me again how we need to shovel more money into our public school systems. This is absurd.

I should be working on my stupid thesis project. And I just. Don’t. Want. To.

smile smile smile nod and smile

Oh wow, these kill me. I need a new camera and a plane ticket back to Norway.

“Western Attitudes towards DEATH” The all caps is like scare quotes or something. duh duh duuuuuuuuuhn

I should be reading that probably. Or something. Anything. I’m probably supposed to be reading something.

I should finish up this roll of film this week. I have no idea what’s even on it anymore. It’s been too long.

I’m probably going to need a new hip at some point. That is my self diagnosis.

“Why do you only see the skull? Does the body die somewhere else?”

I should get a new Macbook cover for this thing.

No, really, Dr. Pepper 10. I can’t buy you any more because you’re so delicious.

Ooooh! Hate Pizza for dinner!

This blog needs a new look.

I’m so meh about everything today. I don’t even know why.

I rather like these butter cookies. I should make shortbread this week.

Is that Billy Bob Thornton talking about Lemmy? Weird.

I need to take my contacts out probably.

I need to finish making this hot cocoa mix.

I need to soak in a tub full of scalding water with a tumbler full of scotch and a book.

It’s a mystique or something. I dunno.

It’s from the cake thing.

I have to hide my tea.

I wonder how I cut my finger. That is not a small cut. Well. It’s shallow. But it’s very long. And angry looking.

I don’t think I’m ever going to actually be a Macbook girl.

Hate Pizza was not the best ever this evening, I have to say.

I thought I typed elf diagnosis. It made me laugh.

I can’t decide on a knitting project to keep at work. I like having one project at work and one at home. Then I don’t have to transport crap back and forth. It takes longer to get things done, but I’m working two projects at the same time. So I get more done. So there. I like my system. I’m keeping it.

2:46 remaining on this battery. That’s handy information. ‘Tis.

Boring myself silly.