tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89011742009-10-13T16:25:29.898-06:00knowing life isn't perfect is no reason not to pretend it isdo dahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07817585682077654382noreply@blogger.comBlogger366125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901174.post-4262609642359150152008-11-19T18:08:00.003-07:002008-11-19T18:10:37.797-07:00

"you can run a bank into the ground and still walk away with $400 billion.  hooray, america!" - alex trebec yet another reason to love jeopardy...

do dahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07817585682077654382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901174.post-20978615125664864222008-11-03T22:52:00.002-07:002008-11-03T22:54:29.286-07:00

my mother calls me today: "i saw a girl in the lobby with a purple sweater, and it looked so nice with her red hair. do you have a purple sweater?"me: "no, mom, but i have purple hair..."***in other news, I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE ELECTION TO BE OVER! the end of the week should bring an end to the political commercials! SO EXCITING! swing states are no fun.

do dahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07817585682077654382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901174.post-75252330462559267272008-09-28T00:23:00.001-06:002008-09-28T00:24:17.100-06:00

oops, i accidentally added someone i don't actually know as a facebook friend.  i hate it when that happens.  awkward...

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the dog has seriously been staring at me for four or five hours today.  i do not know what she wants.  i am not any more funny-looking than normal.  what's the deal?!in other news, how on earth do i keep collecting these charlie brown boys?  the newest one at least does not require me to be lucy, which is refreshing, but for the love of cheese.  seriously, what's wrong with me?oops, the dog had

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i am alone in the grad lab, listening to my ipod and working on my production homework. all of a sudden, there is some woman whispering in my left ear. no one has entered the lab. i about died of fright before realizing that it was just a "cool" stereo sound trick in this particular song (which, by the way, includes the line "anyone who fucks with me i'll assassinate," so it may well be a message

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why do i feel like simply being on the computer is so close to doing work that i don't actually have to work?

do dahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07817585682077654382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901174.post-75783096481529487822008-09-02T23:55:00.002-06:002008-09-02T23:59:03.692-06:00

my job currently involves becoming intimate with the 2008 farm bill. accordingly, i am reading about the new country of origin labeling program (also known as cool, because the government is awesome). the list of retail labeling options includes categories like "product of the u.s.," which means the critter was born, raised, and slaughtered in the u.s. and then i read this: "for ground meat,

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"why economists are great at parties: you should see the front of the envelope." two jokes in a single headline! i do so love the economist. article here, not that it really matters. update: i take that back, it totally matters. who else tries to calculate a square root in their head? or relates t-stats to mood swings?

do dahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07817585682077654382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901174.post-3685540179132997082008-08-23T21:34:00.002-06:002008-08-23T21:43:58.089-06:00

men in tights is a fabulous movie. but that is NO reason to turn it into a fashion trend. and we thought the man whose polo shirt was longer than his lycra shorts in rocky mountain national park today was bad!although i must admit that this idea is so hideously enthralling that i really want to see it in the wild... especially if it means a trip abroad... "i have to go hunt rabid metrosexuals

do dahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07817585682077654382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901174.post-51396257764562842142008-08-20T23:53:00.002-06:002008-08-20T23:54:01.997-06:00

apparently i use a lot of goofy voices and accents when i speak. when did i become a ham?

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how is it possible to be in war and not be a criminal?  and don't give me that "hero" bullshit.  heroes are criminals too... just think what they did to earn their titles.

do dahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07817585682077654382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901174.post-58190885615728979432008-08-09T21:12:00.000-06:002008-08-09T21:13:30.420-06:00

COMCAST IS THE DEVIL, STAFFED WITH IDIOTS!!!!!*HATE*

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"c'est la vie. i use the french because... you're an ass." -- dr. wilson to dr. house

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my work this summer has taken me to quite a few dairies and feedlots. luckily i didn't have to go to the slaughter plant, because i think i would have burst into tears. but that's just me. all of this has got me thinking (and, apparently, using impeccable english). i'm already a vegetarian, in part because i know i fundamentally don't like the way these systems are run. i think there is a

do dahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07817585682077654382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901174.post-51937199793815566462008-08-01T18:58:00.001-06:002008-08-01T18:59:52.581-06:00

related to the last post: http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/content/article/2008/08/01/laptops.htmlwhat exactly did we think we were passing? and why did no one really look into it at the time?

do dahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07817585682077654382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901174.post-1913370971428248172008-07-30T20:58:00.001-06:002008-07-30T20:59:53.105-06:00

"you can leave your hat on. especially if it's a particularly small hat." -- joii think they should rewrite the song to include this caveat.also, it was re: a discussion about fascinators, and i want to know who, exactly, found them so fascinating. was it actually the men? or were the women just deluded?

do dahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07817585682077654382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901174.post-2843361802804814122008-07-30T18:24:00.003-06:002008-07-30T18:42:42.281-06:00

funny that john mccain's attack ads make me want to vote for obama. and not because mccain is running attack ads.unrelated, but still political:i took a couple of carloads of foreign exchange participants to the airport the other day. and the security people took one look at the jordanian passport and destination of one participant, called over another "special" security person, and sent him

do dahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07817585682077654382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901174.post-63588667047101644062008-07-27T08:20:00.002-06:002008-07-27T08:24:08.954-06:00

dear weezer, "pork and beans" is an awful song. so was the beverly hills one. given that these have been the lead singles off of your last couple of albums, it's remarkable that you're still managing to sell things. you used to have some seriously good, entertaining music. what happened?p.s. who eats candy with pork and beans? i keep trying to imagine a world in which this would be a good

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today is the first time in my life i have ever been spoken to in loud and incomprehensible probably-english while having a large bone brandished in my general direction. this bone definitely had meat attached to it in the recent past, and from the look of things, that meat was probably raw. hooray for the strange people in city parks...

do dahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07817585682077654382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901174.post-54379516752384462202008-07-24T20:31:00.003-06:002008-07-24T21:18:42.650-06:00

i have never been what you might call domestic.  basically, i figure i have better things to do with my life.  also, the whole idea that i'm supposed to be domestic to please my husband and make his world easy and perfect... well, don't get me started on that.but i have a dream.  i have a dream that one day, my cupboard will be completely organized with square tupperware, like this stuff.  betty

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only on telemundo can you watch the story of two hot guys who base the decision on who gets to sleep with hot guy #1's hot girlfriend on the outcome of a soccer match.  and hot girlfriend just goes with it.  this may have something to do with the 60% of the words that i did not understand, and the opening scene wherein hot guy #1 (shirtless) and hot guy #2 (dressed, apparently, as a hangman) were

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... by the colorado mammoth wild bunch to wear hooker boots with ABSOLUTELY EVERY OUTFIT.  truly a worthy pursuit.  (especially the three musketeers shot.  currently trying to figure out how i can be the three musketeers -- and d'artagnan -- for halloween.  totally.)correction:  apparently they're not fencing foils, just lacrosse sticks and a doorway.  much less cool.  life is so much better when

do dahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07817585682077654382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901174.post-40436531653666330332008-07-19T17:56:00.000-06:002008-07-20T15:59:13.348-06:00

"that guy has a six pack.  so do i, but i also have an airbag.  it's safer that way."

do dahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07817585682077654382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901174.post-79738829219680162002008-07-14T19:38:00.003-06:002008-07-14T19:44:04.184-06:00

i should probably switch to twitter, but i'm really not concerned about creating a different nonexistent audience from the one i already have, so i'll just save that for when i need extra EXTRA strength procrastination (that lasts extra long... that's the right commercial, right?)anyway. ponderation of the moment: is all the superstition about grooms not seeing brides before the wedding and

do dahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07817585682077654382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901174.post-21244042982617738482008-07-13T21:32:00.002-06:002008-07-13T21:36:43.690-06:00

from earlier today: "god damn it, i think i just feel sorry for charlie brown. and somehow turn that into a collection of boys who resemble charlie brown. which is not at all what i actually want. especially because, in an oddly neat turn of cartoon metaphor, it turns me into a slightly evil version of the little redheaded girl..."charlie brown needs a hug. i, apparently, need a new hobby.**

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