Lying in bed this morning, staring at the ceiling fan and waiting on the sun to decide whether or not to rise, I hear a tiny, dulcet voice call from her crib:
“I dragon. I draaaaagon!”
Cutest. Dragon. Ever.
you know, i usually believe i've seen it all. or at least more than i should have. but until today, i'd never seen a cow mounting a person.
In a similar vein, but made by my friend Mike at work:
Dude, I invented the friggin Blackberry. Have you heard of it?
This won't stop making me laugh. Both the image and the tweet.
BTL is now brightstorm.com. not a bad name, methinks. check it out & sign up for the beta even if you are not a HS kid. i want lots of feedback. seeing myself online in professionally-produced, non-pornographic videos will soon be something i can check off ye old bucket list. there's some kind of deal with winning free amex gift cards to people testing out the beta now, so do give it a gander, won't you? much obliged.
i have a total geek boner for the wii game my word coach. it might be seriously my dorkiest pleasure ever.
i bought the first two seasons of 'entourage' at plan 9 the other day. i've never seen an episode but 4 (or is it 5?) seasons of uberhype have finally pulled me in. plus i've been craving a marathonable new show to get into… not that i'm not thrilled with the new fall TV lineup of the equivalent to a tray of twinkies and ho-ho's - "90210″ and "gossip girl" and "the hills" - ah, nutritionaly-void gluttony, i love you so.
yesterday whilst giving a reading assessment my eager little elementary school learner read the word "hour" as WHORE. the sentence was, "we waited for an hour for the clue." the notion of waiting for a whore, particularly when ennunicated by a teeny tiny little squeaky-voiced girl had me biting the inside of my cheeks to keep from completely busting out laughing. best yet, the story she was reading was called "father's new game" "father" surely is up to no good, methinks. and what of this mysterious, clue-giving woman of the night? now there's a pitch for a tv show.
big tree is actively recruiting HS age kids to check out our content and offer feedback. they have the opportunity to earn free online courses and gift cards just for offering opinions, so please forward the hell out of this link:
they can list 'linda' under how they heard about BTL and i'll get mad respect. much obliged!
A friend dropped by last night. I have a little Mac Mini hooked up to my TV and the screen saver is set to my iPhoto pictures. A picture came up, black and white, clearly decades old and I said, "That's my mom on the left." She is maybe 6 in the picture.
My friend says, "Who is that on the left?"
"My mom's sister."
"She's hot."
"She's probably 13 in that picture."
"We will never speak of this again. And you aren't allowed to blog about it either."
I am ignoring that last request.
The second was this morning. A co-worker made a joke, which I followed up with a Minneapolis men's restroom joke. A few minutes later, this exchange:
Me: i only hate you because i love you
Him: wanna go to the men's room?
whoa, that even surprised me
Me: maybe later, i just went with mike
Sometimes, work is fun.
I wish I could imagine myself as other creatures easily.