creepy and intriguing at the same time
My fortune cookie fortune today:
A MAN WITH BROWN EYES HAS A SURPRISE FOR YOU
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D’asses Chocolate
Last night a coworker gave some chocolates to us. I took mine and chuckled at the name written on the package. Ah I should blog this cause it’s funny but maybe tomorrow. Later Sid came back to his desk and we were going to catch the same bus back home. I was packing my things to go and thought of showing him the chocolate but then heard him laugh. I knew immediately that he had seen the finished box of chocolates in the garbage can. “Who put D’asses in D’garbage!!!” he exclaimed. I laughed really really hard. I wish I had a recording of that cause it might make you laugh too.
Have not eaten my chocolate yet. Will update after I do. Tell you how good D’asses really taste.
sorry if this has happened to a close family member but…
…I read about the handful of mochi related deaths every year in Japan and this fact itself seemed quite funny to me. Oh I felt horrible chuckling about it but death by choking on any sorts of food seems a bit funny to me and that it is a common, annual thing makes it funnier.
On Friday night we had a work party. I brought mochi deaths up and I was informed that the emergency procedure in the case of choking on mochi is to use a vacuum cleaner to suck it out. Heimlich doesn’t cut it. This had me in tears laughing.
Now I am on a quest to find a mochi choking emergency procedure card (must have illustrations).
two funny things (I think)
I’ll try to do this Tony-style.
(1) My mother is getting used to the fact that I am not eating “land or sky meat”. She was making pork souvlaki the other night. “Can you eat these? There is pork in them.”
“No mom, remember it this way - I won’t eat anything with four legs and/or wings.”
(2) It’s noon, I’m in pyjamas, not showered and my hair is reaching for the ceiling. The doorbell rings. My recently showered and dressed older brother says: “Meghan can you get that? My hair is still wet.”
nut club
Oh boy…I love people that do things like this. Especially when they write about it.
i am a sponge
I am so addicted to my morning cup of coffee. Ran out of grinds yesterday and thought that instead of buying more I would try out the espresso machine on our floor. Subsisting on the meager amount of caffeine in a cup of green tea, I made my way to school. On the bus, the pages of my book were a blur. Walking to the lab, I felt the evil hands of withdrawal clamp around my brain and squeeeeze.
Better now. Actually, I made the perfect shot - the crema was thick and beautiful and golden.
I can now absorb. For the next month I have designated myself officially a sponge. My only function is the gathering of information.
Research is in full swing. It is my purpose, my life, my shower thoughts. Expect that I may post everyday. It must be done because it is the best way to deal with distracting thoughts and there are many of those.
To avoid making this all about me, here’s a link to the most hilarious book online: the Holy Tango of Literature. An excerpt:
LIKABLE WILMA
WILLIAM BLAKEWilma, Wilma, in thy blouse,
Red-haired prehistoric spouse,
What immortal animator
Was thy slender waist’s creator?When the Rubble clan moved in,
Was Betty jealous of thy skin,
Thy noble nose, thy dimpled knee?
Did he who penciled Fred draw thee?Wilma, Wilma, burning bright, ye
Cartoon goddess Aphrodite,
Was it Hanna or Barbera
Made thee hot as some caldera?
That’s not even the best. There’s more and there is so much gold. To explain…I will let Wikipedia explain (referenced today): Holy Tango of Literature (Emmis Books, 2004), by Francis Heaney, is a book of literary parodies based on the theme “If poets and playwrights wrote works whose titles were anagrams of their names.”
basketful
1. I sent this picture to Jemma before the weekend. She’s been tackling a big paper and needed a pick-me-up. It was well received and I am sure that in one week the entire University of Regina will have seen it. If you are not in the UR network, here it is for you:
From a photo blog by Andrea. I think she’s in NY. There is a large factory there, and they produce these amazingly funny, smart, witty women who blog and I read and love their blogs. It’s great.
2. I am trying to start running again (yes it’s been six months…this is a cycle that’s been going on for oh about 5 years now) so expect future complaints about knee pains. I get some nasty tendonitis but I absolutely must run a marathon someday!
3. I bought a cd today: Headphones
I’m actually not supposed to buy anything for the next 4 months because I cannot accumulate (self imposed regulation)…but I was in a grey mood and needed a fix of something. Something that would not necessarily break me away from my glum but let me calmly float along with it. It did the trick - quite the remedy. Only synthesizer and drums…very simple. Check out their free song: Headphones - “Pink and Brown.mp3″
4. Then I went to yoga and learned the breath of joy. It worked…made me quite joyous. Well I was also already pretty happy by then because a gloomy day was turning out alright - new cd, coffee with Ali (and awesome gift from her), some research done, and
5. I got a passport photo taken today. Comparing it to my ID picture taken 6.5 years ago, I look quite the same as I did when I was 18. Sure, when I was 18 I looked 25…but, well…it’s pretty funny. Maybe I will post the pictures one day.
6. It’s amazing how agreeable apples are.
52 Projects: A Not-To-Do List
Things you are not supposed to do on Project Day.
I think I fall victim to at least 50% of that list’s items everyday. Having projects on the go is the only way I get non-project related things done.
Anagrams
I while ago I used this pretty good anagram server to dish me up a mixed version of my full name. I used first, middle, and last and the result was:
Men hate her. Scenic daughter.
Interesting…I panicked for about 15 minutes, worrying that maybe yes, a name’s anagram is the secret key to destiny. Then I got over it. I gave it another try today, this time only using my first and last names. Maybe the middle name is not so important. Friends and family rarely use it if they even remember. Resulting anagram:
Huge, tender chasm.
That fits well with how I feel today. Like there is a big, sensitive, empty in me that’s waiting to be filled with compassion for something. I think I need a cat or dog or both. They could be friends. Maybe a fish will do for now…
Are You a Baxter?
Oh it’s hilarious, I’m still laughing at the short clipped played when I found my results of the “are you a baxter” quiz. My results: I’m a “Middle-Of-The-Road Minor Character”. The Are You Are Baxter? site has a quiz you can take to determine if you are, or how close you to being, a baxter. They define this as:
A guy/girl you “settle” for because you can’t be with the one you really love.
The Baxter is a movie coming out ….two days ago I think. Can’t seem to find Canadian showtimes though. If you can’t see the movie in your neighborhood, at least check out that site. It is beautifully designed.
Daily Dancer
What a surprise, a happy surprise. Some links led me to the Daily Dancer blog. I totally needed to find this today. Here is this guy who looks so serious and practically, shaking his booty and generally having a cheery time for the public. No inhibitions just doing something that feels good and sharing it makes it feel better.
I recommend checking it out. It seems like a good Monday morning wake-up-er.
