Saved By The Bell Quote of the Day

Thanks, qwantz.com.

I will now be spending the rest of the afternoon reading this.

Miss Right Now

While I was cooking my breakfast this morning, Morgan raised an interesting point. Am I 'Miss Right Now' for a certain friend? That was totally depressing, and based on a conversation I had with said person yesterday when I said that it's convenient that I'm around to be an impromptu date/escort for events or activities or trips or what-have-you, in response to his saying that it was nice to not have to think about finding a date for things or something like that.

I do not want to be convenient. And I guess it could be worse, I could be considered ONLY when there was some event where a date was needed.

But a 'Miss Right Now' would put out, I think - and I'm surely not doing that.

Or maybe she wouldn't.

I need a nap.

Isn't it Friday?

I have caught the plague from Morgan - how unpleasant. However, I'd rather have it this week than in two weeks, when I go to NEW ORLEANS. Hopefully it is low-grade sick and it will be over in a few days.

The dog has decided that she likes to get up at 6am and stare out the window. And then nudge me and whine. I think she's sleeping too much at night, either that or she's waking up with the sun now - hopefully the time change on Sunday will end this issue. If not, I'm going to whack her in the head with my sculpting stick so she'll sleep for another hour. And since I was up at 6am, I decided to exercise, which probably wasn't advisable given my current health situation. Every inch of me hurts, but I'm going to have the tighest ass in town. Or something.

On the dream front, I had one last night that Sywa had to take his dad to the doctor, but he was gone all day doing it. So Phil asked me to find out if there was a doctor in Pasadena who specialized in muscular degeneration, since that's what Sywa's dad was being treated for, and Phil didn't think he needed to be gone all day. And I went out to do just that and ended up in Santa Monica at some Chinese fast food restaurant where everything on the plate melded together and looked a lot more like Indian food than Chinese. Then the girl behind the counter, whom I guess I knew since we had a conversation, put her straw in my drink for some reason then told me that she was pregnant and I was very happy for her.

Fever dream? Perhaps. Hopefully.

Today's Wardrobe Choice?

Lesbian chic.

I was too tired to get dressed.

Dear Blogger

You suck.

Meh.

Yep.

First cousins in Pennsylvania want to wed.

Enough said.

FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY!

That's all.

Ki's Last Graduation Photo

Her 1st advanced class.

She graduates from the second tonight.

Easter cookies for all!

Octopuses Observed Avoiding Predators

They pretend they're algae.

They might be smarter than my dog.

Thought For Today

Courtesy of Gene:

'What if comas are fucking bitchin'?'

What if?

Achewood Returns!

You went to a Mensa meeting and tried to smooth some broad with a bag of raisins in her purse!

Tundra & a new Pal

Tundra & a new Pal
Originally uploaded by Cynr.

These dogs have a secret.

I love those faces.

Line of the Day

You come right the hell back out here and you play with me or look at me because I am a puppy or something and it is time for you to come back out here.

Shag With a Twist

I totally want to see Shag With a Twist.

I hope there's a monkey...or at least a shriner.

SWAPATORIUM: Parade of Homes 1956

Today's SWAPATORIUM is rather amazing.

I'd kill for a 50's era house in original condition.

More in a Series of Crazy Dreams

It's been a crazy week in my subconscious, starting with a dream I had the other night that Morgan had an illegitimate son. Who was in his early 20's. And lived in Europe. This is biologically impossible, I know, and yet it happened in my head. We were very happy he was coming to visit us, and Morgan was very proud of the fact that his son was a sales manager. George, whom I work with, was going to the airport to pick him up. I have no idea why.

Then, last night, I had a dream I was at a party at a winery that had recently changed its name. John was there, talking to my mother about something off-color, and they were laughing and laughing about whatever it was - of course, I don't remember what exactly the topic was. One of the other guys I work with, Terry, was there in a shiny silver shirt.

AND - if that's not enough...I had another dream that George, whom I work with, told me that he was once an abortion doctor, to which I replied, "well, you were providing a service."

I've given up trying to understand any of this. My subconscious is just a mess.

Too Many Cooks...

...spoil the project.

Just saying.

Welcome to my life

Sywa is wishing everyone "Happy Incredibles Day". Yes, yes - I'm aware it came out on DVD today.

He has obviously already bought a copy and is watching the extras here in the office, dressed in his 'Incredibles' t-shirt.

I understand that his name is in the credits, but really - what normal person collects every piece of ephemera from a movie that may or may not contain any scenic element he created? Scenic design - not character design. Nothing he created is going to appear on a shirt or a poster or a doll or even a playset.

Bah.

NEW TIRES!

Morgan got new tires put on the truck yesterday.

That's all.

And I got my merchandise from my first-ever purchase from QVC.

But I found it online, I wasn't really watching the channel, so maybe it doesn't count so much.

Or does it count more?

New Orleans!

So, I'm going to New Orleans next month on the City of New Orleans train. One way only. I think that's all I can take.

'Why are you taking a train?' you might ask. Because of freakin' Willie Nelson...and it's an adventure! And what the hell - I've never taken a long-distance train before. And I may never again.

Woo hoo! New Orleans!

Line of the Day

From The Bleat (Where else?)

On Picasso:
Most overrated painter of the 20th century. I mean, he could pee in the snow, call it a bull, and they would have built a climate-controlled room over it to keep it from melting.

An Open Letter

To Sywa...

Shut up.

And buy some shoes.

You're not indispensabe, you know - I hope you're gone in August.

George is more done with you than I am.


Selah.

I'm Growing Testicles!

I think.

Too many men, not enough estrogen. Tracy has the grippe and won't be back until at least Friday.

I had to paint my toenails this morning just to feel feminine.

Stupid Macs

Gene's blog makes my version of Exploder break.

This may necessitate my switch to Safari, which I've been putting off for as long as possible.

Sigh.

DOGBLOG!

You have to check this out...I'm totally in love with this blog.

Check out dog #136. The comment under him is priceless.

I'm adding this to my links.

It's Friday!

And I want some gin and tonic.

That may be delayed today by other matters which I will not discuss here, since it deals with the thing that starts with 'w'.

I'm sure glad it's the weekend.

Today's Eye-Hurting Quote

I'm pregnant with songs.

-From a story about the 10th anniversary of Alanis Morrissette's 'Jagged Little Pill' album.

It's a Sleepy Kind of Day

That's all I have to say about that.

Tracy has those poetry blocks on her desk. My poem for today is:

You $%*&@# men are wicked dysfunctional never think

I'm so outruled by testosterone. And Tracy doesn't come back for another week.

Sigh.

The Deal is Off

Morgan found out he had to give the car back after the six-month trade period.

That wasn't part of his plan, so he says the deal is off.

It's good to know that I'm at least worth a luxury car to him.

How Much Am I Worth?

Evidently, as much as a Porsche today.

Negotiations have begun to temporarily trade me for a Porsche. I'm trying to figure out what the terms are, as I'd like to come 'as is', which will only work if the car is used. If it's new, I'll also have to be 'new'.

A convertible has been requested.

I have been assured that I won't have to pretend to be any sort of furniture, and that's a relief.

Obviously, my pre-existing behaviors/characteristics are non-negotiable. And that might be a deal breaker.

This is purely hypothetical...although I've been reminded that this is how the sofa conversation started and I ended up with one of those.

A car costs a lot more. I'm trusting in that.

Or I'm in big trouble.

Ow My Eyes!

Saddest thing I read this morning:

Sandra Bullock is 'armed and fabulous' in Miss Congeniality 2.

I'm sorry I saw that. Really sorry.