Sorry I've got nuttin' for you this week. We're in the throes of party planning, I'm busy at work, and I just don't have much I feel like commenting upon here.
Ah, the post to say I'm not posting. You gotta love that.
March 2006 Archives
I probably should have known about this concept, given that a) I was an English major and b) my mom's name is Mary Sue.
It's fun to read this paragraph with my mom in mind:
Mary Sues have more and better skills than other characters in the story and easily solve problems that stump other characters. Young Mary Sues often have skills or accomplishments that are substantially greater than those of other characters their age and of the vast majority of people their age in the real world. Mary Sues are presented as more moral than other characters and frequently sacrifice their lives or happiness for the sake of other characters. They often have moral ideas that are common in the Western world today but unusual for the setting of the story. They are normally exceptionally attractive.
Because I don't have time today, and because I'm still giddy from the Silver Jews shows, I'll give you this today.
"I'm afraid I've got more in common
With who I was than who I am becoming."
As I just asked my favorite email correspondent and good friend Emily, "Am I nerdy enough for this t-shirt?"
Work it, Marilyn!
Sometimes I think it might be fun to be submerged, naked, in a vat of Elmer's glue, let it dry, then peel it off my entire body a little at a time.
Then I think, ehhhh, not so much.
Today, I got a haircut.
As my hairdresser Beau was brushing the little hairs off my neck, he stopped and said, “Are you aware that your neck says ‘SEXY’”???
I was puzzled for a moment, then blushed the brightest red I’ve ever seen myself as I remembered that H.J. had written something on my neck the day before as I was pouring coffee.
Now I have a kinky reputation in The Little Hair Shoppe!
I'll admit it... many of these fake Morrissey song titles (in the comments - check out poster "Sluggy") made me laugh.
Incidentally, the only two times my Super has come up to tell us to keep it down were when I and friends were singing "William, It Was Really Nothing" at the top of our lungs (and before you ask, yes, we've done this more than once).
I just noticed this while perusing The Morning News...
As H.J. climbed back into bed this morning after he'd been up for several hours, I groggily muttered, "Fast Cash for Pajamas."
What could I have been dreaming of?
Check out the first entry in my Yahoo search.
My favorite, natch, is "Satanic Erotica." It's not easy to work the words, "My rod is athrust" into a song, but they made it work.
It pains me that I can relate to this.
