Pregnancy dreams that really need to happen…
boojum: Week 7 Day 7:
“Vince Vaughn was running for governor of California. His ad campaign, in print and on (national) TV went like this:
Black screen title card: ‘I can read’
Video of VV reading a children’s book, lips moving
Title card: ‘I can add’
Video: VV figures out a tip in a restaurant
Title card: ‘I can groom myself’
Video: VV combing his hair and picking lint of his clothing
Title card: ‘I’m already smarter than the president and two steps ahead of our governor. Vote Vince!’”
This is my new favorite site…
There are some serious giggles issuing forth from me noodling through this site.
(thanks to Eden’s pregnancy blog for this link…heh)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GREG!
The third in the December Capricorn trifecta.
After the 1st, the January Cappy babies start up again…
Oh screw MY new year resolutions..
Diablo Cody’s resolutions are so much more interesting than mine….
Diablo Cody – Pussy Ranch – High Res:
“So this year, I’m going to actually make some resolutions…1. Start eating more things that grow in the ground. Hallucinogens don’t count.
2. Wake up earlier and use the time to exercise or yogacize or whatever it is Enlightened Women do these days to Empower Themselves and Fight Osteoporosis.
3. Ingest more Omega 3 Fatty Acids. I don’t know what those are, but I’ve theorized that Douchepacker is a good source. His fur is so shiny and his hindquarters look delicious.
4. Get a dog that doesn’t die right away.
5. Strike up mutually beneficial friendship with CJ.
6. Buy one of them pussy sprays that’ll make my hot gypsy snatch smell like purty azaleas.
7. BUY HOME STRIPPER POLE.
8. Stop killing manatees with the outboard motor on my totally bitchin’ boat, Foam Fucker II.
9. Learn to unhinge my jaw like a python so your cock will go deep enough to tickle my ribs. This sex act is called ‘ribbing’ and it’s all the rage in Pattaya.
10. Equip Foam Fucker II with proper lifevests. I can’t have more stupid toddlers dying on my watch. Also, restock the minibar.”
Quote of the day:
“If you live on this land, and you have ancestors sleeping in this land, I believe that makes you a native to this land. It has nothing to do with the color of your skin. I was not raised to look at people racially. What I was taught is that we’re flowers in the Great Spirit’s garden. We share a common root, and the root is Mother Earth.”
-Oh Shinnah
found in my treo today from who knows when…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRANCEJEN!
Rollin’ rollin’ rollin’…
keep those cappy’s rollin’…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTOPHER!
(a.k.a. the start of the capricorn birthday march begins…and you
think I have a lot of Sag’s in my life. Watch all the cappy’s pile
up.)
What breed of cat are you?
You are a Maine Coon! You are larger than life, a gentle giant.
You are independent, but very affectionate with your friends and family.
What breed of cat are you?
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universal blogger constants
There are, across the blogging experience, several universal constants that you will run into.
One of them is when bloggers/journalse/what-have-you decide that they are going to stop journalling.
Sure.
There’s one thing about a journaller: we like to write. No, actually, we NEED to write. I liken this to Lestat “going into the ground” to hibernate or rest but he comes back. Either that or they start another ’secret’ journal and just move over there with a select few followers to seed the pile
A second universal constant is your friends/family/honeys and the inevitable realization that, yes, THIS is going in the blog.
“Mr. Tall of TranceJen fame had this happen to him today… and here it is dreadfully out of context:
“Ha ha ha!”
*rolls eyes again* “You are so ridiculous.”
“You loooooove meeeeee…”
“You’re going to write about this on your website, aren’t you.”
“Probably. Anyway, what’s your problem with the Real Doll? If you’re going to have sex with a fake person, why not have it be a quality fake person? I mean, if you want to blow that kind of dough?”
“Where would you hide it when your girlfriend came over?”"
[linky]
My mom knows this..she doesn’t even say it anymore, she just rolls her eyes and pauses slightly as the realization dawns on her that my little blog recorder in my head is rollling and that this will be spewed (facts altered slightly for melodramatic benefit) on fredlet.com. Tex does this, too. He gets a little more exasperated by this though. [And now even more so since I have a category just for when he asks "Are you going to blog this?"]
Mom started her own blog so I have to be careful, though Tex could do the same, I think he’s inherently too lazy to feverishly blog everything I say… he really has better things to do.
Heh.
Dunno what that says about me.
Vintage Powerbook (Bronze baby…)
Vintage Powerbook (Bronze baby…)
Originally uploaded by fredlet.
I installed OSX on this without any upgrades… though eventually I have put in more RAM and a bigger harddrive…(heehee, I put my old 20G from my VAIO laptop in it when I put the 80G in my VAIO…)
Its now getting more use from Tex than his 17″ PB.
Also, today I wore my Powerbook tshirt (under my sweater-no tshirts at work) of the same vintage.
Not bad for two 1998 bits of Apple fodder
Karl Elvis will be so proud of me.
The alleged yule lights…
The alleged yule lights…
Originally uploaded by fredlet.
all I’ve wanted to listen to lately
is a Melvyn Tan recording of Beethoven’s Piano Concerto #3 & 4…
I don’t even think its in print anymore… I got it off of Matt Brown ages ago (and have dutifully TRIED to buy the fekkin’ thing ever since to no avail.)
Anyhoo, its all I want to hear lately.
Am making lemon oatmeal cookies (using my red kitchenaid mixer, yum) for my workies tonight and the house smells good, I’m covered in flour (and wearing all black, natch…) and I have some cool lights up for yule.
Not really much of interest going on with me lately. I haven’t even had time to really post (I’d be a complete washout at Holidailies if I attempted it.) Sorry I’m boring.
No trips planned until February (Weetapiecon at this point) and short of electronics I don’t have much to squee over (speaking of squee, I have the first 4 hours of JournalCon written up and that’s where it has sat since I looked at it last…several weeks ago. Sigh.)
I’m not a clothes whore
but I am a fabric whore.
I can find the frumpiest cut short or pair of pants and fall madly in love with the fabric.
It doesn’t bode well for my ass.
Today was a decent shopping day… 2 new pairs of pants, a pair of Born shoes and TWO new pairs of boots…
Swank.
99.34% of the stuff I got today I can wear to work, too. The other .66% was a hoody that I fell madly in love with the material and the tag.
Yeah, don’t ask.
