Are you into strange and jaw-dropping occurances in nature? Then this link is for you! Two Headed Kitten
Yes, that's right. The kitten has two faces. I watched the entire video with my mouth hanging open from sadness-disgust-amazement.
What makes it even sadder is that the kid in the video knows this cute little freak isn't going to make it.
What the hell do they feed the cats in Ohio?
14 July 2006
12 July 2006
The Onion
Most everyone I know reads The Onion, the satirical publication with articles that I often forward to friends. This guy has seemingly no idea of what The Onion is. (I promise it's worth your time.)
I think the best pointing out of his lunacy comes from Sufficient Scruples, who gave the aforementioned idiot the Official Stegosaurus of the Week Award...meaning he has more brains in his ass than his head.
Enjoy.
I think the best pointing out of his lunacy comes from Sufficient Scruples, who gave the aforementioned idiot the Official Stegosaurus of the Week Award...meaning he has more brains in his ass than his head.
Enjoy.
11 July 2006
Mother
My mom is coming to visit tomorrow. It's sad that part of my excitement of her arrival is linked to the fact that I will get a free lunch...and quite possibly some pity money. Pity for the fact that I can't seem to figure out how to hold on to money when the weather is hot.
Something else that's sad: after having several beers over the weekend, I noticed that on Monday morning I could almost smell Shiner. I promise to join a support group before I actually order a 9 AM beer.
I love these guys:
Something else that's sad: after having several beers over the weekend, I noticed that on Monday morning I could almost smell Shiner. I promise to join a support group before I actually order a 9 AM beer.
I love these guys:
10 July 2006
Title
I am sad because Italy won. A big bunch of babies with nice hair.
I am happy because Oscar is coming over this morning to (hopefully) rid us of cockroaches. Please, everyone cross your fingers with me. Knock on some wood if you've got it handy. For god's sakes, pick up that head's up penny you see and think of us. Anything else for good luck? Which shoulder do you throw spilt salt over again?
I am tired because I had a lot of beer this weekend...which progressed to a lot of sleeping this weekend. Which meant that when it came time to go to bed last night, I was not having it. I stayed up too late. I woke up with thoughts of taking a sick day.....just to sleep. I have got to figure out a different way to make money. This 8-5 thing is for other, better people.
I am impatient for Thursday night. The long distance boyfriend will be in town, and we will be at the Drafthouse at 9:45, ready to sing along to Queen songs.
I am happy because Oscar is coming over this morning to (hopefully) rid us of cockroaches. Please, everyone cross your fingers with me. Knock on some wood if you've got it handy. For god's sakes, pick up that head's up penny you see and think of us. Anything else for good luck? Which shoulder do you throw spilt salt over again?
I am tired because I had a lot of beer this weekend...which progressed to a lot of sleeping this weekend. Which meant that when it came time to go to bed last night, I was not having it. I stayed up too late. I woke up with thoughts of taking a sick day.....just to sleep. I have got to figure out a different way to make money. This 8-5 thing is for other, better people.
I am impatient for Thursday night. The long distance boyfriend will be in town, and we will be at the Drafthouse at 9:45, ready to sing along to Queen songs.
07 July 2006
Roach
I got this email from my roommate/cousin this morning:
"found a roach belly-up on my floor this morning...was sweeping it up when i realized it wasn't dead. those bastards are sick....sick..sick. [...] bastards."
At my apartment in Huntsville, I had ants. They would mainly crawl across the living room floor, from the front door to the patio door. The carpet color was such that it was sometimes hard to see them, but I grew to love lying on my stomach, picking ants out of the carpet and killing them mercilessly. There was a sense of accomplishment about it, you could say.
At our old apartment in north Austin, we had ants as well. These were a little more ambitious. They mainly infested areas that had any kind of water (sinks, bathtubs, toilets). But when they got bored with that they'd simply hunt me down in my room and attack; most of the time while I was sleeping.
Now, as we are settling into our new house, we've discovered the joy of roaches. Ahh yes, the beautiful brown color, the huge antennae that move independently of each other, the lightning fast speed with which they dodge a shoe. Glorious, they are. I think they've figured our assassination methods out, as you can see from the email above. We've tried those little traps with the poison, but they're too big for those. We're going to have to call in reinforcements.
"found a roach belly-up on my floor this morning...was sweeping it up when i realized it wasn't dead. those bastards are sick....sick..sick. [...] bastards."
At my apartment in Huntsville, I had ants. They would mainly crawl across the living room floor, from the front door to the patio door. The carpet color was such that it was sometimes hard to see them, but I grew to love lying on my stomach, picking ants out of the carpet and killing them mercilessly. There was a sense of accomplishment about it, you could say.
At our old apartment in north Austin, we had ants as well. These were a little more ambitious. They mainly infested areas that had any kind of water (sinks, bathtubs, toilets). But when they got bored with that they'd simply hunt me down in my room and attack; most of the time while I was sleeping.
Now, as we are settling into our new house, we've discovered the joy of roaches. Ahh yes, the beautiful brown color, the huge antennae that move independently of each other, the lightning fast speed with which they dodge a shoe. Glorious, they are. I think they've figured our assassination methods out, as you can see from the email above. We've tried those little traps with the poison, but they're too big for those. We're going to have to call in reinforcements.
06 July 2006
Some days...
I gotta tell ya, some days are just slow. Just......plain......slow.
My co-worker and I were discussing the fact that our right hands and forearms go numb during the day. Mainly because we spend so much time on the internet, either reading articles or playing games. There just isn't anything to do in an academic setting during the summer. It's driving me slowly mad.
Tonight I'm going to a 'send off party' that SHSU is throwing for incoming students. The Austin area party is going to be at Dave & Busters. I'm a little hesitant about going. It's going to be odd to be one of the old people there rather than one of the students. How do I deal with being an alumnus and telling them that I still have no idea what I want to do with myself? I'm betting most of those freshmen are entering college thinking that they know what their path will be. They're in for a nasty wake-up call in a few years. The best thing about the real world is that there's no homework. And the friends are better (I'm generalizing, as I have a few good friends from college).
Ugh, rambling like an old college graduate. I hope there's some kind of beer special there tonight.
My co-worker and I were discussing the fact that our right hands and forearms go numb during the day. Mainly because we spend so much time on the internet, either reading articles or playing games. There just isn't anything to do in an academic setting during the summer. It's driving me slowly mad.
Tonight I'm going to a 'send off party' that SHSU is throwing for incoming students. The Austin area party is going to be at Dave & Busters. I'm a little hesitant about going. It's going to be odd to be one of the old people there rather than one of the students. How do I deal with being an alumnus and telling them that I still have no idea what I want to do with myself? I'm betting most of those freshmen are entering college thinking that they know what their path will be. They're in for a nasty wake-up call in a few years. The best thing about the real world is that there's no homework. And the friends are better (I'm generalizing, as I have a few good friends from college).
Ugh, rambling like an old college graduate. I hope there's some kind of beer special there tonight.
03 July 2006
Penalty Kicks
I agree with this guy, defective yeti, about the penalty kicks. Then again, my Germans won with those, so maybe I'm just truly angry that England didn't.
And Brazil is out?!
Here's a list of what I did this weekend:
a) Drove.
b) Nacho Libre.
c) Forever Plaid.
d) Drank.
e) Drove.
f) Drove some more, listening to Iron and Wine and Gnarls Barkley.
By the by, if you have a dancing bone in your body, you should do yourself a favor and buy the Gnarles Barkley cd (St. Elsewhere). I was a little disappointed that my boyfriend wasn't in the seat next to me shaking his body in the way that only he can. Once you've purchased said cd, skip on over to a little song called "Transformer." You will thank me.
And Brazil is out?!
Here's a list of what I did this weekend:
a) Drove.
b) Nacho Libre.
c) Forever Plaid.
d) Drank.
e) Drove.
f) Drove some more, listening to Iron and Wine and Gnarls Barkley.
By the by, if you have a dancing bone in your body, you should do yourself a favor and buy the Gnarles Barkley cd (St. Elsewhere). I was a little disappointed that my boyfriend wasn't in the seat next to me shaking his body in the way that only he can. Once you've purchased said cd, skip on over to a little song called "Transformer." You will thank me.
30 June 2006
Futbol
I'm going to have to tape the game. Unless someone knows of a futbol hotspot in the town of Huntsville, TX. Yeah, me neither.
29 June 2006
Linklater
God love him. I think Huntsville should build a statue of Rick Linklater. They should make it taller than Sam Houston's and place it across from him on I-45.
I get the Paramount's weekly email with usually the same events heralded over and over again. But something compelled me to scroll down the entire email last week, where I happened upon the Austin premier of A Scanner Darkly. I bought tickets on the spot, but apparently I'd seen the notice too late to get good seats. We were parked in the (way the hell up there) upper balcony. We saw the film just fine, but when Linklator, his producer Tommy Pallotta, and Rory Cochrane were on stage for the Q&A, the view was rather disappointing.
On a side note: People, do some research. Rory Cochrane is your beloved Slater from Dazed and Confused, the one everyone quotes at least once in their life after seeing the movie. He was even in the mainstream CSI: Miami for the rest of the world. But when his name was announced as being present, maybe five (5!) of us audience members acted like we cared. Really? In my mind, he was one of the few actors who made Dazed all that it could be. He was Slater. Dammit people. Do your homework.
The movie, of course, was brilliant. The animation was amazing. I really should read the book. I thought Keanu was actually good, but I may have just been swept away by the premier atmosphere. I almost cried at the end. You should see this movie.
Also, the rice at Chipotle is delicious.
I get the Paramount's weekly email with usually the same events heralded over and over again. But something compelled me to scroll down the entire email last week, where I happened upon the Austin premier of A Scanner Darkly. I bought tickets on the spot, but apparently I'd seen the notice too late to get good seats. We were parked in the (way the hell up there) upper balcony. We saw the film just fine, but when Linklator, his producer Tommy Pallotta, and Rory Cochrane were on stage for the Q&A, the view was rather disappointing.
On a side note: People, do some research. Rory Cochrane is your beloved Slater from Dazed and Confused, the one everyone quotes at least once in their life after seeing the movie. He was even in the mainstream CSI: Miami for the rest of the world. But when his name was announced as being present, maybe five (5!) of us audience members acted like we cared. Really? In my mind, he was one of the few actors who made Dazed all that it could be. He was Slater. Dammit people. Do your homework.
The movie, of course, was brilliant. The animation was amazing. I really should read the book. I thought Keanu was actually good, but I may have just been swept away by the premier atmosphere. I almost cried at the end. You should see this movie.
Also, the rice at Chipotle is delicious.
28 June 2006
Summer reading
I've finished American Psycho. Which is good, because I think I was genuinely scared of that book. If you've seen the movie and are interested in the book, be ready for some gore. If you've read the book, I'd like to talk to you about how awful it felt to read some parts and not be able to help those people.
I began writing a book report in this post, but decided to leave the analysis for another time. It's enough to say that this book will stick with me for a while, and I'm not sure if I'm thrilled about that. It served it's purpose, and I'll still watch the movie when I can. But damn, I had nightmares.
I've now moved on to a book I found in a pawn shop on South Congress. Classics of Modern Fiction; 10 Short Novels. Look at some of these names: Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, Kafka, O'Connor. It's safe to say that I'll be tackling this book. With protective gear.
I hope I get a moment when I can answer the question, "What are you reading right now?" with, "Oh, a little Dostoevsky, then some Tolstoy, then god knows where I'll go!" or something equally pretentious and adorable. Yeah, that's going to be a good day.
I'm listening to Surjan Stevens. It's after 4. I'm going to the premier of A Scanner Darkly tonight. It's a good time to be alive.
I began writing a book report in this post, but decided to leave the analysis for another time. It's enough to say that this book will stick with me for a while, and I'm not sure if I'm thrilled about that. It served it's purpose, and I'll still watch the movie when I can. But damn, I had nightmares.
I've now moved on to a book I found in a pawn shop on South Congress. Classics of Modern Fiction; 10 Short Novels. Look at some of these names: Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, Kafka, O'Connor. It's safe to say that I'll be tackling this book. With protective gear.
I hope I get a moment when I can answer the question, "What are you reading right now?" with, "Oh, a little Dostoevsky, then some Tolstoy, then god knows where I'll go!" or something equally pretentious and adorable. Yeah, that's going to be a good day.
I'm listening to Surjan Stevens. It's after 4. I'm going to the premier of A Scanner Darkly tonight. It's a good time to be alive.
27 June 2006
Corporate
There's a place here called Moe's. It's a part Baja Fresh, part Chipotle, part awesome names for orders kind of place. For example, one burrito is called the "Art Vandalay," one order of nachos is called "Ruprict," etc. I usually get the "John Coctostan," a quesadilla that's simply scrumptious. To my delight, this particular Moe's location on Guadalupe had a Longhorn Special. This included either the John Coctostan or a burrito (the name escapes me) and a drink for $5. Even. As in, you hand over a five dollar bill. Beautiful.
We go in today, braving the crowds of parents desperately trying to learn how to live with thier kids at college (it's orientation time), and are disappointed to discover that the Longhorn Special is no more. When I pay the typically friendly cashier, she informs me that this was the only location with this special, and that "corporate" (her word) had decided that they were losing too much money. Wha? I doubt the ingredients that go into this particular dish exceed $5 total.
Somehow this reminds me instantly of Congress deciding that while they certainly have slaved hard enough for a pay raise, minimum wage workers have not. They voted to raise their salaries while keeping minimum wage at $5.15 an hour. Wasn't this what I was paid in junior college? Wasn't that 5 years ago? Hasn't the price of living increased in that time? I live a relatively single life, with rent, car payments, general bills, and groceries to pay for. I don't even pay my car insurance or cell phone bills yet (they're coming, don't worry), and I feel like I'm scraping by on a SALARY. I can't fathom trying to live, let alone raise a family, on $5.15 an hour.
I just think "corporate" and Congress are lame.
We go in today, braving the crowds of parents desperately trying to learn how to live with thier kids at college (it's orientation time), and are disappointed to discover that the Longhorn Special is no more. When I pay the typically friendly cashier, she informs me that this was the only location with this special, and that "corporate" (her word) had decided that they were losing too much money. Wha? I doubt the ingredients that go into this particular dish exceed $5 total.
Somehow this reminds me instantly of Congress deciding that while they certainly have slaved hard enough for a pay raise, minimum wage workers have not. They voted to raise their salaries while keeping minimum wage at $5.15 an hour. Wasn't this what I was paid in junior college? Wasn't that 5 years ago? Hasn't the price of living increased in that time? I live a relatively single life, with rent, car payments, general bills, and groceries to pay for. I don't even pay my car insurance or cell phone bills yet (they're coming, don't worry), and I feel like I'm scraping by on a SALARY. I can't fathom trying to live, let alone raise a family, on $5.15 an hour.
I just think "corporate" and Congress are lame.
26 June 2006
Growing up
Don't you think it's a sad day when:
You're eating an actual homemade meal (chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, squash, peas) but you're not extremely hungry...so you make a point to eat all of your peas and leave the fried food (steak, squash) and potatoes behind?
Geez, is this what growing up feels like?
You're eating an actual homemade meal (chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, squash, peas) but you're not extremely hungry...so you make a point to eat all of your peas and leave the fried food (steak, squash) and potatoes behind?
Geez, is this what growing up feels like?
23 June 2006
Other people's pictures
I tend to enjoy www.dooce.com a lot. Probably more than I should. When it gets incredibly slow at work (like it has been since I started almost two months ago), I make my rounds of websites. Mostly I end up reading stuff (as opposed to playing stuff) and I frequently end up at Dooce's website last...sort of a treat for getting through all of the other places.
She takes a picture everyday (how glorious is that?) and I apparently decided to try to look at every picture in her archives. At least, that's what I now think I did. My mind stopped thinking, my finger kept clicking "previous," and my emotions took over. You're probably thinking about how cheesy this is, right? But something inside of me just thought that every picture depicting a good time or an adorable daughter or an obedient dog was the best thing I'd ever seen. It made me long for the time when I'll have a family, a pet, a house, a life like that. I think that today...but next week I'll probably be ecstatic that I can go to a movie premier without having to be concerned with anyone but myself (and Richard Linklater, god love him).
It also made me wonder if my mom sometimes looks back at pictures of us kids and finds tears in her eyes. She's not the most emotionally outspoken person in the world, but there was never a question of whether or not we made her life complete. Now we're all grown up, and I wonder what that feels like. It can't be too terrible I guess, as I'm the only child out of three that doesn't live within a one mile radius of my parents.
So go check out Dooce's website. And maybe I'll be a professional blog writer one day too.
Probably not.
She takes a picture everyday (how glorious is that?) and I apparently decided to try to look at every picture in her archives. At least, that's what I now think I did. My mind stopped thinking, my finger kept clicking "previous," and my emotions took over. You're probably thinking about how cheesy this is, right? But something inside of me just thought that every picture depicting a good time or an adorable daughter or an obedient dog was the best thing I'd ever seen. It made me long for the time when I'll have a family, a pet, a house, a life like that. I think that today...but next week I'll probably be ecstatic that I can go to a movie premier without having to be concerned with anyone but myself (and Richard Linklater, god love him).
It also made me wonder if my mom sometimes looks back at pictures of us kids and finds tears in her eyes. She's not the most emotionally outspoken person in the world, but there was never a question of whether or not we made her life complete. Now we're all grown up, and I wonder what that feels like. It can't be too terrible I guess, as I'm the only child out of three that doesn't live within a one mile radius of my parents.
So go check out Dooce's website. And maybe I'll be a professional blog writer one day too.
Probably not.
21 June 2006
Former Boss
As I was walking home today, I stopped to talk to a friend who was biking by. He was explaining to me why he was thinking of selling his car. This led to a conversation about how his aunt had given him 1000 Swiss franc and he had to drive all over Austin trying to get the best exchange rate. The conversation ended with him looking up and quickly saying, "Oh there comes your boss. I'd better let you go." I quickly glanced in the direction that he just had and saw my (devilish) former boss walking toward us. I mentioned something like, "Yeah, you're right I'd better go" as I turned in the direction I had been heading, quickly putting my headphones on.
My music was up loud enough (and she was far enough away) for me to pretend that I didn't hear her calling my name and not feel too guilty, but the simple fact was that I heard her. I heard her and kept walking. I tried to turn my head so that she could see my headphones blocking out her voice, but I doubt she got that message. I'm sure she understood that I just really didn't want to spend any of my time talking to her. She caused me a lot of grief. If I can avoid thinking about that now, I will.
But, amazingly, I still feel like a horrible person. Shouldn't I have swallowed any ill will I feel toward her and turned around? Shouldn't I have had small talk ("Hi, how are you? Fine. Yeah, walking home. New job's great (mainly because you're not my boss anymore). Ok, see you later") Would that have taken SO much out of me?
YES.
My music was up loud enough (and she was far enough away) for me to pretend that I didn't hear her calling my name and not feel too guilty, but the simple fact was that I heard her. I heard her and kept walking. I tried to turn my head so that she could see my headphones blocking out her voice, but I doubt she got that message. I'm sure she understood that I just really didn't want to spend any of my time talking to her. She caused me a lot of grief. If I can avoid thinking about that now, I will.
But, amazingly, I still feel like a horrible person. Shouldn't I have swallowed any ill will I feel toward her and turned around? Shouldn't I have had small talk ("Hi, how are you? Fine. Yeah, walking home. New job's great (mainly because you're not my boss anymore). Ok, see you later") Would that have taken SO much out of me?
YES.
19 June 2006
House, interrupted
This is our fourth week of living in the new house, and it's really starting to feel like ours. Which makes me sad, because by the end of the week there will be a new person there. We'll have to begin to let him feel like it's his too. How do we do that? I hope he has no qualms about us having the cleaning supplies in the half bath, the Paramount and Alamo Drafthouse calendars on the kitchen walls, or the rather pink bean bag in the living room. I also hope he has no problem with me watching a lot of ESPN or FSN, though I think he might be able to get over that. We'll see how he reacts to my cousin's Lifetime TV.
This weekend we finally had the housewarming we've been craving for a year (ever since we moved in together). It was, I think, a success. Except for one guy having to leave because he had gall stones. And one of our nicer shot glasses getting the top broken off. And most of the beer still sitting in our cooler. Wait, maybe the beer is a good thing. If only we could find room in the fridge.
This weekend we finally had the housewarming we've been craving for a year (ever since we moved in together). It was, I think, a success. Except for one guy having to leave because he had gall stones. And one of our nicer shot glasses getting the top broken off. And most of the beer still sitting in our cooler. Wait, maybe the beer is a good thing. If only we could find room in the fridge.
26 May 2006
Bestseller
It's a sloooooow day at work today.
Ever noticed that some people are just more prone to being called "sweetie" by perfect strangers? I've always seemed to have that. I'm not sure if it's entirely based on my looks, which are admittedly deceiving (I'm really not 18, I promise). I have a feeling it might have something to do with my voice. Is this a Southern thing?
I'm reading 'The DaVinci Code' right now. And it makes me wonder. Why is Dan Brown considered an author? Why does the whole world seem to be enamored with this book? There are some interesting theories, yes, but the whole style of writing is very underwhelming. There is so much explanation involved that I am almost halfway through the book and only 4-6 hours have passed in the story. Brown seems to have this smirk on his face the entire way through, like he feels very proud of himself that he knows more than the reader, and he's really doing us a favor by laying it out so simply. Honestly, even I knew the account number for the vault was the number sequence left by the dead old man. It took Brown's characters (a French cryptologist and Harvard symbologist) 3-4 pages to figure this out. Instead of yelling at the book, trying to help them figure it out, I had to roll my eyes. If we're really supposed to think these people are so much smarter than us, we shouldn't figure things out before them. (I will admit, though, that I hadn't thought to rearrange the numbers. Touche, Brown. Jerk.)
I think I offend some people when I say I didn't like this book. I'm sorry. But at least I read it, eh?
Ever noticed that some people are just more prone to being called "sweetie" by perfect strangers? I've always seemed to have that. I'm not sure if it's entirely based on my looks, which are admittedly deceiving (I'm really not 18, I promise). I have a feeling it might have something to do with my voice. Is this a Southern thing?
I'm reading 'The DaVinci Code' right now. And it makes me wonder. Why is Dan Brown considered an author? Why does the whole world seem to be enamored with this book? There are some interesting theories, yes, but the whole style of writing is very underwhelming. There is so much explanation involved that I am almost halfway through the book and only 4-6 hours have passed in the story. Brown seems to have this smirk on his face the entire way through, like he feels very proud of himself that he knows more than the reader, and he's really doing us a favor by laying it out so simply. Honestly, even I knew the account number for the vault was the number sequence left by the dead old man. It took Brown's characters (a French cryptologist and Harvard symbologist) 3-4 pages to figure this out. Instead of yelling at the book, trying to help them figure it out, I had to roll my eyes. If we're really supposed to think these people are so much smarter than us, we shouldn't figure things out before them. (I will admit, though, that I hadn't thought to rearrange the numbers. Touche, Brown. Jerk.)
I think I offend some people when I say I didn't like this book. I'm sorry. But at least I read it, eh?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
