I had a site visit in Hershey today, and on my way home, I noticed the funniest church sign I’ve seen so far this year. (And ACW, I swear to you I’m not making this up. I really did see it on 896 South, on my way home. I wasn’t trying to steal your thunder or whatever.)
Anyway, back to the sign:
Don’t use a long word when a diminutive one will suffice.
Ok, seriously. WTF?
My favourite part of W’s speech today on NPR would HAVE to be toward the end, when Juan Williams was thanking the prez for giving the interview. W responds to Juan by saying “Juan, thank you, buddy. Glad you’re here.”
Oh, I can’t describe to you all how I laughed…
One more thing…I will bake the person who comes up with the amount of times W says “in other words” throughout the speech whatever kind of cookie they so choose. Seriously.
I thank my lucky stars just about every day that I moved out of Elkton. One of the biggest reasons why I moved (besides the crazy neighbors) was for family. This reason was well demonstrated this weekend; both days I ended up breakfasting with my sister and my niece. Not more than five minutes after Erica called this morning was I sitting in the dining room with a cup of coffee in my hand, watching a very happy, bed-headed baby toddle across the floor, pointing at me and saying “Baby!”. (Yesterday when I walked in I had on a baseball cap, and she called me “Daddy”. So hey, for me, “Baby” is definite progress.) Being able to just up and go there is one of my favorite things about living here, besides the lack of sex offender neighbors. That’s also a big plus.
Tonight I was lucky enough to be the one to introduce NPR Buddy to the wonderful world that is Grand Theft Auto: Vice City. Yes, I realize I’m slightly behind the times, but even though it’s been out for years, it’s still a great game. NPR Buddy isn’t a gamer, and he’s never seen GTA before. I’m not sure who got the biggest kick out of it; him or me watching him. He and I had both had a rather rough week, and this past Wednesday during lunch, I stated that the perfect end to this week would involve making dinner, killing hookers and lighting people on fire with flamethrowers. His interest appropriately piqued, he agreed. So after a mighty tasty dinner of grilled flank steak, mashed potatoes and grilled asparagus, we settled in for a marathon game of GTA: VC. NPR Buddy sat in stitches the entire way through. He was constantly amused at my poor, poor driving skills (however, quite appreciative of my aptitude for motorcycles) and my fondness for flamethrowers and rifles.
All in all, it was a very good night.
I thought you all would find this episode of Wait Wait amusing–it features Mario Batali as the “Not my Job” guest. I’m not a big fan of his show on the Food Network, but he’s pretty amusing on Iron Chef America.
I’ve discovered I possess a new superpower. I apparently have the ability to conjure people. I had several dreams this week all involving random ex-boyfriends and just last night, one happened to get in touch. It was quite a bizarre conversation, and out of all of the exes, he was the last one I figured would reappear.
Now, if only I could refine this skill to be able to pick whom I conjure…
Here is yet another lesson in the futility of my current job:
I spent 14 hours traveling today (14. I’m not kidding.) to spend 2 hours at the UKY Hospital this afternoon. Granted, this included travel time to the airport (half an hour) and connections, etc (because it is JUST NOT POSSIBLE to get to KY directly by plane) however, that’s still 14 hours GETTING there and 2 hours spent ACTUALLY WORKING. At this point, I’m starting to wonder if it might make more sense to sell all my shit, sell the house, and just live in airports. If I tried hard enough with scheduling, I know I could do it.
And another sad, sad fact about my current travel schedule: I am now frequently recognized by certain flight attendants as a regular, repeat customer. To the point that it’s common knowledge that I take an extreme amount of cream and sugar for coffee. At Dunkin’ that’s one thing. On a flight…that’s rather creepy.
Overheard this evening at the end of the news recap prior to the start of The World:
“…Corey Flintoff, NPR News, Baghda–err, Washington.”
Now, if only NPR had blooper reels.
I think this particular toy qualifies as the most disturbing thing I’ve ever seen. It reminds me of Terrance and Phillip, from South Park:
Terrance and Phillip
Giggle Gabber Ernie
You see? Having witnessed this particular Ernie in action this evening, I can assure you, it was quite disturbing to behold in person. Especially when in the happy, unsuspecting hands of my one year old niece. It’s fun to teach toddlers to maim and abuse their friends and toys to get them to talk! Good lord I would like to meet the person that thought this was a good idea. I can see the product development meeting now: “See, his mouth is on a hinge, and you basically have to give him whiplash to make the sounds come out. Isn’t that precious? Kids will love it!”
I totally think I need this game. It would have a special place of honor, next to Darth Tater and my Flying Pig:
Who’s with me?
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