February 2003 Archives
I've sufficiently destressed. I took a nice long shower, lit a nice-smelling candle, and did other stress-relieving things. Use your imagination.
Everybody should have a paczki on Fat Tuesday in my absence. I'm off to Puerto Rico in the a.m. and I am seriously jonesin' for some rum. I cannot promise updates, but there will be plenty o' pictures when I get back.
Breathe is my "I feel like beating someone's ass" song. Right now, my intended target is my mother. I understand that it makes her feel better to be all motherly and say shit like "don't go to any clubs, but if you have to, make sure you look for alternate exits" and to quiz me on my choice of items to pack and luggage to take. Like I haven't fucking traveled before. Like I haven't fucking been on a plane before.
And, last I heard, Puerto Rico is still part of the United States. It will not be the end of the world if Emily doesn't take her birth certificate, and it'll certainly be okay if you can't find mine right this very second because I HAVE MY PASSPORT.
Yes, I will be nice to my sister and accommodate her needs (within reason, of course). You do not need to send dad up to pick up her laundry because the university will not fall down if she has to cough up a few dollars in quarters to do it herself. And she does have a job that she needs to do so since she has to work tonight, she has no choice but to come down here, late at night (when there are "crazies" on the road, because the nighttime crazies are crazier than the daytime crazies), after work is over. Would you rather she teleported?
Please stop wondering aloud why I'm on the internet for so long, because the more you talk to me, the longer it takes to finish what I need to do. I made a completely unnecessary trip to Ann Arbor today, you are annoying me and stressing me out, and no I don't fucking care whether or not your gray is showing enough that you need to get the works at the hairdresser tonight instead of just a regular. And I do not want to babysit dad when these people come over so he can do their taxes because you don't think he's socially capable of handling company and God forbid they should get even the tiniest bit thirsty before you get back with your freshly dyed hair.
And then there's Dad who probably isn't capable of making small talk with company and who thinks he can park at the airport and come into the terminal with us.
This time tomorrow I will be laying on the beach. This time tomorrow I will be laying on the beach. This time tomorrow I will be laying on the beach.
Haloscan, you might be getting kicked to the curb in short order. I waited patiently through "server work" but I thought that was all taken care of now. I realize that this technology stuff is not all that simple and that shit happens and I'm not even paying for this. But you promised to be reliable. And you're not.
I am proud to announce that I have not watched one second of I'm a Celebrity - Get Met Out of Here!
Right this very second, tATu is on Jay Leno, and they totally just locked lips for a good 10 or 15 seconds. Or I would assume they did because all you could see on t.v. was an uncomfortably long shot of the guitarist followed by an uncomfortably long shot of the keyboardist, followed by a shot of them pulling away from each other. Not that I would have particularly enjoyed watching two teenage girls get it on. It's the principle. Unfortunately, their actual performance sucked. The song itself is a little less than just okay. The choreography (!) was bad. It would have been better if they had just stood there and pawed each other a little without trying to incorporate perfectly asymmetric coordinated arm thrusts and take strategic turns prancing schoolgirl-in-porn-video-ishly around.
What's the difference between these two pictures?
Okay, I'll try not to keep talking about the U of M Admissions Lawsuits until something new turns up, but I couldn't pass up on this. The headline says it all: 3 See College Suit as a Way to Show They Belonged
The thing is it's not about diversity and affirmative action. It's about the fact that the 3 plaintiffs assumed that they would be accepted, because they thought so highly of themselves they couldn't imagine that they wouldn't get in.
Tino does this "issues" thing much better than I do. He's got a nice blurb on SUVs vs. station wagons entitled The Suburbs, SUVs, and Unintended Consequences.
eBay, ever anxious to up profits, bends over backward to provide data to law enforcement officials.
I was just having a conversation listening to Tim talk about how eBay works and the precautions they take to ensure smooth transactions, customer satisfaction, and profit.
eBay has a complete record of every single transaction that has ever taken place and regularly hands out user information (not just contact info, employer and the like, but also items you've browsed and bid on, prices you've paid, messages on discussion boards, etc.) per the request of various law enforcement officials. And eBay has internal people who who track "suspicious" users, often posing as fake buyers - complete with faking buying/selling/feedback histories - in order to do so. This is all in the name of sniffing out fraudulent users (e.g. people selling stolen cars) and providing a "safe buying environment."
Of course everyone who signs up, including myself, agrees to the "privacy" policy. I sure didn't read it. But even if I had (and it's long as hell and you have to work to even get at the whole thing), I probably would have signed up anyway. I guess the service is too compelling for 62 million users and 150,000 full-time sellers to be bothered with worrying over the minute details like that.
What's more, eBay admits that the purchases of PayPal and of Half.com "help eBay to provide lawmen with a full picture" because the media sold on half.com is barcoded and easily identifiable, and because PayPal transactions provide financial information which is more reliable than sniffing IP addresses.
"By buying PayPal, eBay is merging the information about the goods trail with the money trail," explains Kozlovski. "Thus, in spite of the protective mechanisms of the law against disclosure of details on transactions, eBay is in a position to analyze the full set of data and `advise' investigators when it might be `worthwhile' for them to ask for a subpoena to disclose the details of a financial transaction. Essentially, this bypasses the rules on non-disclosure of details of financial transactions and the confidentiality of the banker-client relationship."
I feel screwed. I guess you could argue that if you did nothing unlawful, then you wouldn't have to worry about anyone coming after your information. But it's the principle.
In this week's NY Times Magazine: For years, therapy has been about discussing and reliving your trauma. But now there's an argument that it may be better simply to keep it to yourself.
... A study done by H.J. Eysenck in 1952, a study that still causes some embarrassment to the field, found that psychotherapy in general helped no more, no less, than the slow passing of time. As for insight, no one has yet demonstrably proved that it is linked to recovery....
Repressionist (my term, not theirs) therapists have all kinds of anecdotal and autonomic data to show that people who repress traumatic events have a lower incidence of lasting trauma. There are various theories as to why:
[An Israeli] study [of heart attack survivors] hypothesizes at one point that repression may work as a coping style because those who ignore have a uniquely adaptive perceptual style. Repressors, others posit, may be protected by their presuppositions regarding -- and subsequent perceptions of -- stressful events, meaning that where you see a conflagration, they see a campfire, where you see a downpour, they see a drizzle. Still other researchers suggest that repressors are good at repressing because they can manipulate their attention, swiveling it away from the burned body or the hurting heart, and if that fails, they believe that they can cope with what befalls them. They think they're competent, those with the buttoned-up backs. Whether they really are or are not competent is not the issue....
Expressionists (again, my term, not theirs), the therapists that want you to tell all and learn to confront the trauma and deal with it (which has been the prevailing method of treatment since the 1980s) argue Repressionists are only saying that "repression is useful for repressors" and people with different coping styles are harmed by repressing trauma. The argument is also made that different types of traumatic events have different effects and should be treated differently (e.g. sexual abuse or something perpertrated by another person vs. a heart attack or other medical event). But then I think it dissolves into the semantics of characterizing trauma.
So all it really seems to boil down to is that a therapist should be able to figure out if a person is naturally repressive or expressive and encourage them to use their natural coping skills to their best advantage. (Just like that. Easy as pie.) There's something to be said for examining your past to learn from it, and there's something to be said for moving on and getting over it.
I'm finding this particularly interesting for a couple reasons. The first being that I always wonder if I should be going to therapy. Not because I feel like I have a problem that I really need to work through, but because it seems like it would be nice to get some things off my chest and get some feedback on them in a way that I have a really hard time doing even with my closest friends (and after seeing A Girl Thing I wish Stockard Channing could be my therapist). And also because I really like Dar Williams' What Do You Hear In These Sounds?
And when I talk about therapy, I know what people think
That it only makes you selfish and in love with your shrink
But oh how I loved everybody else
When I finally got to talk so much about myself...
I've never experienced a trauma of any kind, so I don't have an informed opinion on any of this. And I can't afford to go to therapy anyway, so I guess I'll keep on repressing until I can.
I had a whole bunch of random comments, but to reflect the horrible I-can't-believe-I-watched-the-whole-thing-it-was-so-fucking-boring nature of the show, I've distilled it down to a few. YAY for Norah Jones. Aretha Franklin, what the hell were you wearing? And Erykah Badu with your Whitney-in-the-80s hair and your drugged up Whitney-in-the-00s behavior.
My tabs expire in March and it doesn't look like I'll be moving anytime soon, so that means I have to register my car in Michigan and get a Michigan driver's license (because I have Minnesota plates and a Minnesota driver's license right now). I was hoping I'd have moved somewhere else by now so I wouldn't have to go through this process twice this year, but oh well.
I've already decided that I'm getting U-M license plates. I'd like to also get vanity plates, but I can't decide what to get. I feel like I'm getting a tattoo and have to be extra careful about what I choose. My limit is 5 letters/numbers. I checked Plate It Your Way to see what's available, but when I go to the Secretary of State branch office, it might not be so I have to have backup options and have them ranked. Here's what I've come up with, in the order I think I want them:
1) WWXD
2) IRK
3) ERICA
4) XWP
Whaddya think? Suggestions? Votes?
Why am I watching the Michigan State basketball game on TV and hearing a cowbell in the background beat in a certain pattern that ends in "Go State" when it should end in "Go Blue"?!?! They can't fucking steal that shit. Fuckin' Spartan motherfuckers.
Banana Slim-Fast shakes are nay-uh-stee. But. If you put two spoonfuls of NesQuik into a partially frozen banana shake (and thus add 90 calories of sugar to your 220-calorie shake), it's not half bad.
Oy. I'm having palpitations.
Okay. I'm switching. To my new server. Head on over to swirlspice.com. God, please let this work. I have no idea how to make the transition neat and clean. Just change your links. And I know this page still looks ugly on some PCs. I'm working on it.
I went to Target to return something, which I did. But then the additional purchases I made ended up totalling more than I returned. So overall I spent even more (this is after buying two pairs of pajama pants at the Old Navy Outlet, but they were both on sale). One item was meant to be an exchange. I took the medium back, intending to get a large, but I accidentally grabbed an XL, and I didn't notice until after I took the tags off. And you know Target all went crazy strict on the return policy. Oh well. It's not too big. Just not ideal. And why are swimsuits so damn expensive? I'm never gonna find anything that I like so I might as well quit fretting and be happy with something that's kind of decent. I don't like showing my ass, you know. God damn dad's family genes. It sucks having the body of a weeble wobble. Only pigs are supposed to have hamhocks. *sigh*
But, on the bright side, it was such a nice day, I had to have a Slurpee.
A fast food restaurant in America says it has received huge support after renaming its French fries, in protest at France's opposition to the United States' stance on Iraq. They're calling them "freedom fries" instead. The idea came from renaming German things in protest during WWI (frankfurters became hot dogs, sauerkraut became German cabbage). I think it's retarded, personally. Can't we just call 'em "fries" like we've been doing anyway? And if I hear one more French toast joke....
Snow storms and freezing gales are hampering efforts to retrieve bodies and search for clues at the site of Iran's worst air crash. The 284 crash victims were members of an elite military unit. "There has been a series of disasters in Iran involving mainly Russian-built planes. Up to half of Iran's transport aircraft are believed to be of Russian design, and correspondents say they have a poor safety record. US sanctions have left Iran increasingly dependent on an ageing fleet, acquired from the former Soviet Union. Three of them have crashed in the past two years, killing an estimated 200 people." I hope we don't expect help from Iran. But on the other hand, how is this all our fault? We're not pouring enough of our money into their economy so the poor state of their military is because of us? Are there other countries involved in these sanctions? Not to detract from the tragedy of having 284 people die in a plane crash.
As Koreans numbly digested the latest numbers on victims of subway fire here on Tuesday ? 125 dead, 146 injured and dozens missing ? recordings of victims' final cellphone calls added to the sense of horror. The arsonist was a former taxi driver with a history of mental problems who had gotten much worse after suffering a stroke a couple years ago. He wanted to die, but not die alone, so he took a milk carton full of gasoline on the subway and lit it up. They were able to see him on a security camera. What a horrible way to die.
Not a rapper. A Detroit man sentenced to life in prison for being a white "teenage drug kingpin" in a mostly-black criminal organization. He has served 15 years in jail, and is up for parole next week. He wants to make something of himself if/when he gets out of jail. Kid Rock is writing letters of support for him. Since he and WBR come from similar backgrounds, Kid thinks he can be of service to the community by speaking to kids about how drugs ruined his life. I'd rather listen to Hollywood stars talk about why we shouldn't go to war than listen to Kid Rock talk about why this guy should be paroled. This is before I started paying attention to the world around me, so I don't know anything about it, but this whole thing is just silly and having Kid Rock in your corner so does not help your case.
I did not see that coming. I'm sad for Charlie. My mom picked Ryan because she thought Charlie looked doughy and like he'll get fat when he gets older. I actually really liked both of those guys. What I want to know is, how come the guys had to pick out rings so they could propose? Why couldn't Trista do it? So, are we done with The Bachelorette now?
And to lump all the reality tv posts together, I'm happy that Rickey & Vanessa got picked on American Idol. Those two were my faves.
City Heat is a strip joint on 8 Mile. I have laughed over the marquis for months. What a deal!
Darwin's theories threatened by lesbian monkeys. I was under the impression that bonobos were they primary monkey family exhibiting lesbian behavior, but apparently macaques are in on the action, too. My favorite line: "Vasey said it is clear the females are deriving sexual pleasure when they mount other females. In some positions, he said, a female will rub her clitoris against her partner's back, while in others, 'it's common for females to masturbate with their tails' where there is no direct genital contact."
Now I'm just tired of it. There was not one surprising thing about that finale. I knew Joe, er, Evan I'm-Not-A-Marriott Marriott would pick Zora. Folks had already speculated that Fox would give them money. And the only good part of the whole show - where Sarah indicates that she gave Joe a blow in the bushes via creative use of a sock - I didn't even catch. And now there's one more episode in which we get to witness their first public reunion since the reveal.
You thought I was gonna say something dirty, didn't you?
My neck is fine, but my back is killing me. It's not even that. It's just a mild dull ache. Middle lower back. It feels like it's right on my spine, like something has loosely grasped my spine and is tugging downward on it. Or maybe like they're pushing back on the bone from the inside. That imagery is making it feel worse. It's more annoying than anything. This only happens once a month. Go away, Aunt Flo. I hate you. But I'm glad that you came before I go to Puerto Rico.
Apply online to be a seatfiller.
It's bad enough that the president can't pronounce "nuclear." But it is unacceptable for Jack Bauer to mispronounce it.
Once again what looked so purty on the Mac now looks strange on the PC. Actually, it looks fine, except that that menu thingy on the right is supposed to be "floating" and so I would think that the lines would wrap around it the same way the text does (as it does on the Mac). Oh well.
To Do:
fix style sheet so comment window matches
decide if I really like the colors
fix line non-wrapping issue (or decide whether or not to even keep the lines)
change domains
I was gonna wait to present this, but I couldn't. I'll be working the bugs out for a bit. Not to mention Haloscan's been funky for, like, a week and it looks like there may be some blogrolling burps. It hasn't been PC-tested yet, either. Your feedback is appreciated.
This month's Redbook comes with a free sample of K-Y Brand UltraGel Personal Lubricant. There's also a 60-cents-off coupon if anyone wants to call dibs on it (offer expires 5/31/03, limit one per purchase). You can also enter to win a "super-inclusive vacation for two to Breezes Runaway Bay" at www.kydestinationromance.com.
My dad had to go to Office Depot for a printer cartridge and some paper. He comes back and says to me, "Did you know they now have CD labels?!" Yeah. Thanks for sharing, Dad. Welcome to the 90s.
Talked to a recruiter today. This is the first person I've talked to that actually had something that sounded really interesting. Of course it is his job to make it sound interesting. But this sounded really interesting. But. It's in Salt Lake City, UT. I told him location is a dealbreaker. There is no way Utah is gonna fly. Then the lifelong Florida resident tried to convince me that it's a great place to live. I'm sure it is. If you're Mormon. And even if you're not. But only if you're white. And even if you happen to be not white and living in Utah, it might be okay. But only if you're straight. I told him that I prefer a "more diverse" area and a "more open" atmosphere, but if I knew anyone that seemed interested I'd refer them to him.
After three consecutive nights of staying up until at least 4:30 am, I'm gonna hit the hay "early" tonight.
San Juan, PR is showing an average low of 72, an average high of 84, and a 20-30% chance of showers every day for the rest of this month (and, actually, until the end of next month).
My sister and I went to Target yesterday to shop for things for our trip (Em) and Slim-Fast (me). After 45 minutes of browsing and selecting and trying on I found out we hadn't started looking for anything on Em's list yet. As usual, I came out of there without Slim-Fast (necessitating a later trip to Kmart), but with a new swimsuit, underwear, a bra (which I have to return b/c it's a smidge too small, nyah), and a shirt, for a grand total of $88. How does this happen?
That's Ben Affleck, you know. I don't really want to admit this, but I might be interested in seeing Daredevil (if someone else already rented it and I have nothing else to do) just on account of Jennifer Garner.
And we all need to admit that being married to the star of Alias is the only reason that Scott Foley has that A.U.S.A. sitcom (as Emmles pointed out, gotta give credit where credit's due).
I've been wanting to redesign the layout of this page. Mainly because it's just a bastardized Blogger template and thus there are a lot of other people out there whose sites look similar. And while the colors would be appealing to me if I were decorating my house with them, they're not doing it for me in cyberspace.
What I'm trying to change it to is not super unique, but it's different from this, it's cleaner, and it doesn't hurt my eyes as much. Except that I've been working on this for days, sort of trying to combine two different layouts that I like, and it's going v e e e r r r y y s l l l o o o w w l l y y y and is really starting to hurt my brain. *pout*
Maybe I should feel special. Someone out there on the west side of Canada has taken it upon herself to make sure that I see the error of my ways before it's too late. This well-meaning person happened across The Sunday Night Sex Show Drinking Game on this, the Day of Rest. She had this to say:
[to the named authors of this drinking game] ....please stop drinking and find a good path in life ...
remember .. you are the future of our Earth .. our tomorrow
depends on you and your friends ...
yikessss .. all that booze .. what a blur you must be in ///
peace
[my savior]
suggestion .. one more time ..
stop drinking .. it gets you no where .. no where at all ..
only you can realize this .. I hope it comes soon ..
you can be anything you want .. without booze ..
you don't need booze .. you only think you do ..
I am so glad she told me that. Before I did something horribly and terribly wrong. I've been saved!
I might be looking to purchase that "I gave myself to Jesus, and now he never calls" t-shirt this week.
This guy I know, Jeff, has gone on a conjoined twin thing. It's sort of hard to explain exactly how this fascination works and how it's not really surprising for Jeff, so I won't bother. Anyway, he wants to know who gets the vagina. I think it's purely an intellectual pursuit. The point of this is that they just did a sketch on SNL about this. Jennifer Garner and Rachel Dratch (con)joined at the hip. Rachel Dratch had that same baby arm plastered to her head that she wore when she played Angelina Jolie & James Haven's baby. Rachel Dratch had the vagina.
I definitely like the Shakira Pepsi ads better than the Britney Pepsi ads.
I finally convinced my mom to go to La Shish so I could get my hommous with chicken fix and she could stop pretending that she didn't really want that shish tawook with lemon oregano. She managed to weasel the spicy salsa ingredients out of the waiter so I anticipate a homemade batch of spicy salsa before the weekend is out. We gotta have something to dip the extra basket of bread we ordered just as we were finishing in.
After the day she had she deserved it, though. She offered (against my advice) to watch the Ponies because for some odd reason they didn't have school today. By the time they left (at 7-fucking-o-clock - Hoss showed up at 7:00, with another, unrelated child in tow, when she got out of work at 5:30, and all she had to offer was "sorry if I spoiled your evening" - UGH!) mom was cussin' like a sailor. She said after Emmles and I grew up and started cussin' all the time, she realized how bad it sounded and made a concerted effort to lay off, so she must have been hella mad. She was droppin' the f-bomb left and right (I've been waiting for an opportunity to use "f-bomb"). She really did sound like Em does shortly after the Ponies have departed.
I think Edgar may have ruined Escape for me. You can ruuuuuu-uhun. You can ruuuuuu-uhun.
Right before I went to bed two nights ago, I briefly hallucinated. I thought that a bottle of Extra Strength Tylenol was actually a cup of Yoplait yogurt ('bout the same height, red lid...). I suppose it could have been some sort of Freudian vision based on late night hunger pangs, but I'm pretty sure I was just delirious.
Isn't that a book? Commonly seen at places like Urban Outfitters and probably anywhere you can buy MikWright cards. Whenever I see/think of it, I think of it to the tune of that R.E.M. song, Everybody Hurts. "Everybody poooops...."
People seem to disagree on the most effective method of bathroom deodorizing. As such, there are both a box of kitchen matches and a can of Lysol in the bathroom right now. I am a match believer. My folks insist on Lysol. I hate Lysol because people tend to overuse, and you can not only smell it, but taste it when you walk in the bathroom. I'm inclined to try both at the same time, except that there are flammable things like drywall, toilet paper, and the fuzzy lid cover in close quarters.
I think my dad single handedly keeps Entenmann's in business.
I'm watching Detroit's Most Wanted right now. If you live in the city, and thus have Comcast, flip on over to channel 6, where they flash up mug shots and vital statistics on the seediest locals out there. What's funniest is the voice of the guy who reads off the names and offenses. I think he enjoys it.
I finally get access to cable television, and it's the middle of the morning when nothing good is on. Even the damn Food Network is showing an infomercial at the moment. I'm going back to sleep.
Wait. Not yet. Let me talk about why I'm watching cable tv in the first place. I got into reading last night, and thus was up until about 6:45 when I heard the phone ring. My mom answered and I heard her answer and I heard the phrase "yeah she is" followed by a series of "uh huh"s and "okay"s. I knew this was going to involve me. So my grown ass rips the headphones off, throws the laptop down, pulls the covers up and pretends to be asleep. Five minutes later mom pokes her head in the door and tells me that grandma's been without heat all night and if the furnace man doesn't show up before she has to go to work that I have to go down to her house so I can sit and wait for him. He didn't show. And here I am. I threw my glasses on instead of putting contacts in and it's sunny as hell outside so I'm sure I did permanent retina damage on the way over. And grandma has cable. And I'm watching Regis & Kelly. And I'm sleepy as hell.
Why is Teck on Friends right now? I never even realized that was him in that Bud (Light?) commercial with the 3 arms.
Now you can count for yourself whether or not you would have been accepted at U-M.
What do children of longtime donors, scholarship athletes, white students at predominantly black high schools, northern Michigan residents, men who want to be nurses and children of alumni have in common?
Just like blacks, Hispanics and American Indians, they get an edge on the competition when they apply for admission to the University of Michigan.
I'm reading it online at the moment, but I'm sure this is the front page article in today's Detroit Free Press. Lots of good stats and a nice and simple blurb on the origin of the lawsuits if you need to catch up.
Just for fun, I'm going to estimate my scoring. The article says that generally a score of 100 out of 150 will get you admitted. (Whether or not you can afford it is a whole 'nother story.) (Another note: the current system was implemented for the fall of 1997, three years after I applied.)
Category: My Score (Total)
GPA: 80/80 (80)
Alumni (aka Legacy): 0/4 (80)
Essay: 1/3 (81)
Leadership & Service: 3/5 (84)
High School: 0/8 (84)
Curriculum (scale of -4 to 8 pts): 2/8 (86)
Test Scores: 12/12 (98)
Geography (In-State): 10/10 (108)
Geography (Underrepresented County): 0/6 (108)
Geography (Underrepresented State): 0/2 (108)
Miscellaneous (Socioeconomic Disadvantage): 0/20 (108)
Miscellaneous (Racial/Ethnic Minority): 20/20 (128)
Miscellaneous (Scholarship Athlete): 0/20 (128)
Miscellaneous (Provost Discretion): 0/20 (128)
Miscellaneous (Men in Nursing): 0/5 (128)
Miscellaneous (Woman In Engineering): 10/10 (138)
UPDATED: I realized that I added wrong in one spot. And left out some words in another spot. Oops. I need to not do this in the middle of the night.
UPDATED AGAIN: I couldn't stand to look at it on the PC, so I took the table out.
Mother, dear, I know that you are somewhat technology-challenged, but I am not going to transcribe your address book full of loose papers and stack of Christmas cards into Access for you because you "don't feel like doing it anymore" even though "[my] sister would do it if she were here."
Does anyone have any idea why Mail will not let me send outgoing messages when I'm dialed up, even though it works just fine when I'm on DSL or wireless? (The error messages says "This message could not be delivered and will remain in your Outbox until it can be delivered. The reason for the failure is: An error occurred while delivering this message via the SMTP server smtp.covad.net.")
I was gonna try and ease up on posting links that I found on other people's blogs, but this is rich:
a carrot with a vagina (via a small victory, and read the comments while you're there)
I learned yesterday that Abraham Lincoln coined the term "Michigander."
Speaking of Abe Lincoln, my mom recently taught her daycare kids a lesson about good ol' Abe. One little girl, when presented with the information that he is no longer with us, asked "Is he in jail?" This is the same little girl who, when presented with the information that Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated, proclaimed "He got busted!"
Lucy Lawless was on Jimmy Kimmel Live last night. You know I luh me some warrior princess. :9
The Blogwhore contestants' latest challenge was to write a quiz. My results from my two favorite contestants' quizzes:
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little bit scary, frankly.
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