Flying Clocks and Such

Again I stop by my own blog only to be ashamed at the dearth of posts - banal, mundane, earth-shattering or otherwise. And then I troupe over to regular blogs and see that not only are there consistent, almost daily entries, but looooooong ones. Most of which have good redeeming content. And then I think to my self.... where do these people get the time to blog?? I barely have time to get to work, do the chores, feed the zoo, drink the wine, and fall headlong into the watery environs of my boudoir. Much less flog the old neurons into creating something snappy and outlandish (the ultimate goal of any good post, I say.)*

So here I sit in front of this marvelously huge flatscreen with the blank text-box staring me down and winning.

*As I write this, Clyde has just anointed my ear with the merest bead of pinot noir. One wonders what exactly THOSE neurons are contemplating at any given time.

"I am," I said...

Often you have heard someone say the he "just doesn't feel like himself." Which, to me, intimates that that particular person has a pretty clear idea of who/what his self is. Which, in turn, gets my synapses to sparkin' that I don't really have a solid "me." I am like a many sided mirror and am great at reflecting what is positioned opposite me, but, alas, I am poor at focusing the mirror on myself, hence not much self-image, in the truest essence of those words. I don't mean self-esteem in this case. What I do mean is that I am a compilation of mimicry - that what should be an integral personality or persona, is merely a melange of all those around me, and with whom I interact.

And, is that a bad thing, or undesirable thing??  

Note to self:

Bagels, when left on their own, unattended and in an open plastic baggie in the fridge, will intentionally and willfully harden into dangerous weapons which may be employed as hammers, doorstops, and head-bonkers; lose any and all resemblance to an edible food item of any kind other than perhaps a pumpernickel jaw-breaker.

Just thought you should know.

Something new, something scary!

This is Pepper, my new iToy, my right ear (which is so much like a satellite dish that I can hear aliens farting in the outer crab nebula), and my morning face.

But what this is really about is how absolutely in love I am (note the misplaced passion with MsPeps) with my new 3G. This phone rocks and so far coverage from AT&T has been just dizzingly swell (not swollen for all of you pervs who stop by). And by the way, something they don't tell you about in the propaganda is that the iPhone gives excellent face.

So, please, rush out and get one now - you won't be disappointed. And if you are, I will pretend I don't know you, in fact have never even heard of you and think you are a great shining example of a stinking dingleberry.

Post, what post?????

Oh, you mean I'm supposed to write stuff here?? Tell about the most meaningless and trivial details of my wan little existence so everyone out there in blogland can feel oh-so-superior and smuggy?? 

Right Toe... sounds like a fine idea. Just wait while I gather up all my nonsense. Back in a tic.

This does NOT mean anything...

back from the brink

Succinct and apropos:

“She was not quite what you would call refined. She was not quite what you would call unrefined. She was the kind of person that keeps a parrot.” - Mark Twain, Following the Equator

Do predatory fish count???

it's shark week... i'll return next week...

Celebrity Morph by MyHeritage

Another fun idea from Rimmer, but who the hell is she????

MyHeritage: Celebrity Morph - Free genealogy software - Free family history

Purple Cocks

This is the new rug for my kitchen.... Normally I go for things a tad more middle eastern, persian, indian, but this little french thing was 75%... yes, 75% off. Well, how is a girl to resist a purple cock.

And then I made myself this yummy snack while standing on my new purple cock...

Dude...is that some kind of rat turd by your tomatoe toast??? Um, no that is a crispy burnt sourdough piece, so ignore that and focus on the yummy bursting slick goodness of the buttery toast and the juicy deliciousness of the ripey tomatoe which will get sprinkled with lovely fresh sea salt and dashed with fresh ground tri-color peppercorn.

See how yummy I am??? Oh yes... bite me... you know you want to...

*created while listening to Brian McKnight*

I am surrounded by Aliens....

Last night while I was watching junk TV (I cannot tell you the program or I will have to kill you...), this "girl" performed the following song:

Katy Perry - "I Kissed A Girl"

This was never the way I planned
Not my intention
I got so brave, drink in hand
Lost my discretion
It's not what, I'm used to
Just wanna try you on
I'm curious for you
Caught my attention

I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chap stick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean I'm in love tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it

No, I don't even know your name
It doesn't matter
You're my experimental game
Just human nature
It's not what, good girls do
Not how they should behave
My head gets so confused
Hard to obey

I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chap stick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean I'm in love tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it

Us girls we are so magical
Soft skin, red lips, so kissable
Hard to resist so touchable
Too good to deny it
Ain't no big deal, it's innocent

I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chap stick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean I'm in love tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it

Um, ok... I don't even know where to start with all my thoughts on this. But the tune was catchy so I'll probably iTune it. Much to the unmitigated horror of my superego. Hmph...*

*this post inspired by Rimmers*

Starting with a BANG!

Besides the whole glide-y work-out machine thangy, to start my July 4th weekend, I attended an excellent presentation by the Dallas Symphony Orchestra. If you have the chance to see Blue Planet Live it is a must see. The music is stunningly presented by the creator, and I found myself moved several times during the performance. I am already in love with the Blue Planet series as it is one of the most evocative films of our Earth and its oceanly inhabitants and habits.

And for the second time last week, I cried.

A New Gizmo:

OR, Why I need a Second LARGER Car:

Starting off the July 4th weekend with a little preemptive action:

Chic Curse

Crying when one gets mad makes me SO angry!! It's Monday again at my office and this morning before I even got my computer booted, I got to have a cursing/screaming match with a vendor who is a complete dill-weed and then I got to cry in front of the whole office and even the phone repair guy who got drippy tear splatters on the work ticket I had to sign off on...

I really love being a girl... mostly...