Wednesday, October 28, 2009

All your base are belong to Calvin.

This is easily the geekiest thing I have ever laughed at.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

and then later, tripping in 7-Eleven...

I'm sure I've mentioned my pathological relationship—nay—obsession with the incredible store of ultimate convenience. If I haven't, it's because I haven't needed to. You may have accompanied me on a Sev-run or even heard me refer to one of "my 7-Elevens," because I do both of those things. If you haven't, don't worry. You know now. And knowing is half the eighties catchphrase. I'd been making trips to my 7-Eleven almost daily (I've made a point to always live within walking distance of at least one at a time) until Ravi, the wall-eyed Armenian cashier, started referring to me affectionately as "Slurpee Girl" and even more affectionately telling my boss that he wants to work at Yolk to be closer to me. Yes, he knows I'm married. No, he does not care. You've got to admire the kid. He's pretty ballsy for convenience store worker with a lazy eye. I digress....

When I woke up this morning, it was just an ordinary day. But when I stopped at my 7-Eleven for my post-Yolk slurpee, I realized it was a very special day indeed.

This is my Domo cup. I don't know who Domo is or where he came from, but I love him and I love that I'm drinking out of him.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Am I krumping now?

I know I'm running the risk of making this the Community blog, but I don't care. If you guys aren't watching this, you should be. Rob said last night that it is quickly becoming his favorite show. "Better than 30 Rock," he says. I don't know if I'm ready to go that far yet (I mean, look at this, will ya?), but I will just tell you that there are a handful of things that make me happy enough to forget that I have to read an average of 100 pages a day. And this is one of them.

Also, you guys don't like it when I post about serious things like Roman Polanski being gross, so here you go.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Roman Polanski says he wants to go to jail here.

It says so here.

Now who do I have to sedate and violate in order to get into that prison?