Via FishbowlDC, here’s today’s Doonesbury strip about how hard it is to generate meaty blog content everyday.
Gives me an excuse to post this old Doonesbury strip about “Inside the Blogs:”
Via FishbowlDC, here’s today’s Doonesbury strip about how hard it is to generate meaty blog content everyday.
Gives me an excuse to post this old Doonesbury strip about “Inside the Blogs:”
I’m one of those cat owners that loves her cat so much that blogging about my cat could very easily spin out of control. And who wants to be that cat blogging lady, really?
But Emmy purred so loudly last night that she woke us up.
I thought it was odd. I thought I should share.
Especially since it’s usually her snoring that does the trick.
We ordered Thai food for dinner the other night, and the time from call to delivery…16 minutes. With that kind of service, where’s the incentive to cook?
My signif is convinced we get special treatment because the restaurant recognizes our orders by now, AND he’s befriended the delivery guy. He says it’s not just that they’re fast but that they go out of their way to get to us first. All I know for sure is said friendship produces a ridiculous number of free sodas with every meal.
And even though we live on the edge of their delivery zone, we get our food in 16 minutes. 16. I’m not even sure how that works.
Me neither.
I Can Has Cheezburger is wildly popular. I didn’t really get why until last night. But for some reason, I was in a rotten mood and just scrolling through the site made me giggle.
The best part is you can upload your own cat.
Here’s Em:
So after several months of consuming both day and evening programming on a wide variety of channels, I am ready to defend my thesis.
Most TV is crap and watching it is the intellectual equivalent of eating nothing but bad Easter candy. It looks good on the shelf and no matter how many times you’ve had it before, you think this batch is going to taste better than you remember. But the minute you tear through the cellophane, the suckers go stale, and you’re left with the aftertaste of cheap, granulated sugar.
I convinced myself mid-run today that the only solution is to abandon the tube altogether. And then I remembered Project Runway Season 4 starts tonight.
And I like sugar.
Now it’s hammers. And drills. Someone’s building a deck or a garage out back.
If you live in my ‘hood, you can lie in bed and play “name that tool” at 7:15am every morning.
I name the guy who decided it was okay to start construction before 8am.
UPDATE: The water workers just kicked in out front. I give up.
I have no idea why I was looking up pomegranates online since I haven’t actually had one since I was, like, 8. But this site shows you the least messiest way to extract the seeds. In an odd coincidence, a friend on Facebook posted she wished pomegranates weren’t so tough to eat. So I sent her the link. She claims she’s got a crate of the things and is going to try the no-mess method and get back to me. I’m oddly excited to find out if it really works.
Once again, I clearly need a hobby.