Yesterday I suffered a traumatic porn experience with a porn star that reminded me of Mrs. Thompson.
Then I went to a four and a half hour long meeting only to discover I didn't get onto Treasury.
It was an interesting night.
Kate
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
A Poem For The Moment
This is so applicable to my life right now:
Kind of an Ode to Duty
Ogden Nash
O Duty,
Why hast thou not the visage of a sweetie or a cutie?
Why glitter thy spectacles so ominously?
Why art thou clad so abominously?
Why art thou so different from Venus?
And why do thou and I have so few interests mutually in common between us?
Why art thou fifty per cent martyr?
And fifty-one per cent Tartar?
Why is it thy unfortunate wont
To try to attract people by calling on them either to leave undone the deeds they like, or to do the deeds they don't?
Why are thou so like an April post-morem
Or something that died in the ortumn?
Above all, why dost thou continue to hound me?
Why art thou always albatrossly hanging around me?
Thou so ubiquitous,
And I so iniquitous.
I seem to the be one person in the world thou art perpetually preaching at who or to who;
Whatever looks like fun, there art thou standing between me and it, calling yoo-hoo.
O Duty, Duty!
How noble a man should I be hadst thou the visage of a sweetie or a cutie!
But as it is thou art so much forbiddinger than a Wodehouse hero's forbiddingest aunt
That in the words of the poet, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, this erstwhile youth replies, I just can't.
Kind of an Ode to Duty
Ogden Nash
O Duty,
Why hast thou not the visage of a sweetie or a cutie?
Why glitter thy spectacles so ominously?
Why art thou clad so abominously?
Why art thou so different from Venus?
And why do thou and I have so few interests mutually in common between us?
Why art thou fifty per cent martyr?
And fifty-one per cent Tartar?
Why is it thy unfortunate wont
To try to attract people by calling on them either to leave undone the deeds they like, or to do the deeds they don't?
Why are thou so like an April post-morem
Or something that died in the ortumn?
Above all, why dost thou continue to hound me?
Why art thou always albatrossly hanging around me?
Thou so ubiquitous,
And I so iniquitous.
I seem to the be one person in the world thou art perpetually preaching at who or to who;
Whatever looks like fun, there art thou standing between me and it, calling yoo-hoo.
O Duty, Duty!
How noble a man should I be hadst thou the visage of a sweetie or a cutie!
But as it is thou art so much forbiddinger than a Wodehouse hero's forbiddingest aunt
That in the words of the poet, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, this erstwhile youth replies, I just can't.
Hint: A trip to The Melting Pot would be nice this Valentine's Day
The Melting Pot
Um, a deep found and unquenchable love of fondue. That's why. Really, any day would be a good day for me to go to the Melting Pot. Any and all of the days. I also love dressing up to eat out. And fondue. Did I mention my love of fondue?
Any Art Museum Ever
It makes me smile. And geek out.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Los Campesinos
Tonight's show was outrageously good. Like. Mind-blowingly good. My ears are still buzzing with the overwhelming awesome. So. Good.
People Who I Stood Behind Who Sucked:
1. The Mountain of a Man who decided to stand right in front of me. Literally 6.5 feet, minimum. A hulking, looming, humpback whale type person. Who didn't even seem pleased to be there!
2. Girl with Ponytail (and co.) who came in after the opening act (who rocked, by the ways) and decided it was their right to stand in front and directly in front of me. I very nearly got smashed in the face with her ponytail a number of times until she finally put her hair down. Possibly because i kept "accidentally" hitting it with my hand to maybe hint that she was all up in my grill.
3. The Girl With Too Much Hair whose long hair tickled my arm. Which would have been minorly annoying, but fine, until her scent washed over me. Initially she smelled oddly of attics, musty and kind of sweaty, but then the dog poop smell hit as she danced. Unpleasant.
But beyond those silly moments the show was fantastic.
Ahhhhhh!
People Who I Stood Behind Who Sucked:
1. The Mountain of a Man who decided to stand right in front of me. Literally 6.5 feet, minimum. A hulking, looming, humpback whale type person. Who didn't even seem pleased to be there!
2. Girl with Ponytail (and co.) who came in after the opening act (who rocked, by the ways) and decided it was their right to stand in front and directly in front of me. I very nearly got smashed in the face with her ponytail a number of times until she finally put her hair down. Possibly because i kept "accidentally" hitting it with my hand to maybe hint that she was all up in my grill.
3. The Girl With Too Much Hair whose long hair tickled my arm. Which would have been minorly annoying, but fine, until her scent washed over me. Initially she smelled oddly of attics, musty and kind of sweaty, but then the dog poop smell hit as she danced. Unpleasant.
But beyond those silly moments the show was fantastic.
Ahhhhhh!
My fear of spiders
I've always had this fear, I suspect it's my mom's fault. There were many wolf spider scares in my childhood. I can kill spiders up to a certain size, but once they get to be moderately large I freeze up and freak out. And get the jeeblies. And the urge to jump on furniture and scream.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Brook's Crazy G-Ma
So, since I really can't think of any bizarre gifts I've received because I am always very specific with what I want, or they're just delightful and from Chelsea, I will discuss ones Brook has received from her G-Ma. The most odd is this tan, zip-up, collared vest. Which is already awkward enough, right? Especially since it's this fantastic polyester material. But to add to the glory, it has pumps all over it, like... The red hat club style, if you catch my drift. It's the best thing ever, and we walk around our room in it a lot if anyone is sad. No one can be sad when that vest is on.
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