Dec 19, 2005 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up
Ok, so I’m on a teaching break in Iz’s office. . . just checking my email and minding my own business when I notice this sound. It’s music I don’t recognize. Oddly repetitive, disturbingly bouncy music.
Me: What’s that?
IZ: (bopping his head)
Me: What is that?
IZ: (bopping his head)
Me: Seriously, what is that?
IZ: (bopping his head)
Me: Really. What are you listening to?
IZ: (bopping his head)
Me: Honestly! What are you listening to and why are you listening to it in 30 second intervals?
IZ: (bopping his head)
Me: I’m not kidding around here! Why are you listening to that same track over and over again? WHAT IS IT?
IZ: I’m having a moment here… just let me enjoy it.
Me: But what is it?
IZ: Sheesh… it’s the Walt Disney’s Happiest Celebration On Earth Planning Kit CD. I have it loaded but I’m not interacting with it… so it’s just looped.
I married a genius with poor taste in music. What does that say about me?
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Jun 11, 2005 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up
I’ve got not strings
To hold me down
To make me fret, or make me frown
I had strings
But now I’m free
There are no strings on me
Hi-ho the me-ri-o
That’s the only way to go
I want the world to know
Nothing ever worries me
Hi-ho the me-ri-o
I’m as happy as can be
I want the world to know
Nothing ever worries me
So, I finally went wireless. I’d shout “freedom” but something tells me this new iBook will be glued to my lap indefinitely. IZ sleeps with his Palm Pilot, whom we call precious. I know, seek help. So I will… Any suggestions on what I should call this God of a computer? I make it a hard and fast rule not to sleep with strangers. 🙂
May 29, 2005 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up
It’s hard not to laugh when the eight year old turns to me and says,
Of course, it stops being funnywhen he then launches into a 3 minute lecture on the causes and treatments of said heartburn. This child is a walking Rolaids
commercial.
May 23, 2005 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up
Gone? Not quite. I finished classes and work last week. I even stopped dating my Dentist as of last Friday. But I traded one list of academic work for a much longer list of things to pack. Currently, my living room is filled with 10 crates of boxes–all of which must be unloaded and packed by the 26th of June. That’s 100+ boxes! So, while I’ve been blogging right along in my head, I haven’t had the time or space to sit down and say it all. And there is SO much to say. Like how I went out to a school “function” on Friday and lived to regret it! Or how I learned the lesson that you must, you MUST back-up all your email–especially when dealing with Religious Institutions! Heh. Or how Boy Wonder discovered the Dark Side and then promptly put it into play at home. But I’m not blogging any of this now. The only writing I’m doing is on the outside of boxes:
- LIVING ROOM: FRAGILE.
Drop this box and I will hunt you down and tell your mother what you did at camp when you were 15. I have ways of knowing these things.
- UPSTAIRS OFFICE: Yes, all the way upstairs. Stop your whinging!
- BOOKS: The only reason I’m keeping these is because I’m paying YOU to haul them upstairs. YES, they go upstairs, too. Don’t give me that look.
- BOOKS: Take a wild guess where these go!
- ART: FRAGILE. Don’t even think about stealing this. Unless you think you can pass off my kid’s kindergarten paintings on Ebay for $500 bucks. And then I expect my cut.
I know this looks like I don’t trust movers. But that’s not it. I don’t trust humanity in general. Seminary does that to a person. Heh.
May 13, 2005 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up
We are less than a week from the official release of the last of the Star Wars movies. The Bay Area has gone particularly nutty. Oh wait. It’s the Bay Area, we were nutty to begin with. (Can I tell you that I’m elated to be moving to Oregon where the term “Nutty” has a completely different connotation? Not that it will apply to me there, since health food is the devil in my book) Anyhow, for some reason, big wigs in the area shelled out $500 to watch the movie one week in advance.
Now, I won’t pay $8.50 to see the same movie next week–I cannot fathom spending the $500 to see it ever… much less early. But out they were, in full garb, attending an event they labeled “charity” so they could justify what is clearly just a manifestation of their geekyness. Oh and Lucas, dear, could you stop your bitching already about how you are “tired” of Star Wars and are bothered to be part of the establishment? When you throw premier parties for charity, you don’t get to whine about the establishment. Smile for the cameras sweetie… yeah, there you
go.
Anyhow, this bit of lunacy caught my eye and sparked the following IM conversation:
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May 12, 2005 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up
Christ is not speaking to the press at this time.
Headlines for this particular news story are far more entertaining than the news itself. Which is saying something, considering some lunatic in West Virginia (figures) wants to legally obtain a driver’s license for that state with the name Jesus Christ. Uh huh. Here are a few of the better headlines:
