Someday, One Day

(The strongest case for why I should not stay up past 1am).

I just realized my ideal relationship is a combination of the letters of John and Abigail Adams, the first seasons of Mad About You, and this youtube video of otters holding hands:



My heart exploded at 1:20. The video originally appeared online in March of last year. True confessions: I probably watch it every three to five weeks.

Lady Preparedness Course

My igoogle homepage includes random listings from Wikihow. It is rarely useful but frequently interesting (see: stack a penny bridge, towel animals, whistling). Today, the wikihow was: How to be Supportive When Your Friend Gets Engaged. It's not riotous but the pictures are pretty great.

I don't think emotional/behavioral situations should be allowed on a how-to site. If they were, I'd offer the following:

- How to lose spectacularly at internet scrabble
- How to begin and never finish craft projects
- How to develop astounding crushes on boys you only sort of know
- How to fear intimacy
- How to channel the quirky shortcomings of your existence into blog entries

Finally!

Geek out -

Finally !

The Adams Chronicles was a miniseries that originally aired on PBS in 1976. William Daniels (probably the best fake Adams ever) appeared as John Quincy.

Well, it's been impossible to find for the last few years (and believe me, I've looked) but I just discovered that it's going to be released in May of 2008. Here's the link in case you're a nerd too.

New Word Monday

Here's my new favorite word:

hemidemisemiquaver

is the British or "classical" word for 64th note. I guessed but I got it right.

I like the word but could take or leave the definition. I'm going to pretend the real definition is "nervous indecision."

"George, stop hemidemisemiquavering and make up your mind!"

Two for One

I'm still at work.

Before he left, one of my co-workers stapled my tissues to the inside of the tissue box. He did this in such a way that you cannot see the staples. When somebody comes to my desk for a tissue they are going to pick up the whole box. I think this will be pretty funny.

My nose is running.

Dilemma.

Anna Adams is an asshole

Yesterday, I had the following gchat conversation with Anna Adams -

Anna: dude
me: yeah?
Anna: two weeks since your last blog post
me: sorry
Anna: c'mon

I took that "c'mon" to be the hostile kind. Since encouragement thinly disguised as criticism is the only kind I'm comfortable with, I thought I'd go out of my way to write something. I came up with an adorable short story that was inspired by a painting of the most miserable woman ever painted. Boy, is it funny and also heartfelt with feeling. Last night, I posted it.

Well, you're never gonna see it. Because this morning I had the following gchat with Anna Adams -

me: happy?
Anna: kinda long for a blog post, don't ya think?
me: oh wow. bitch.

DELETED.

Boy, there's no pleasing some people.