Whisper what you want left unsaid-
then I’ll know for sure.
Play me pictures from that evening
when you turned yourself inside out-
me laughing while you posed.
Remind me of kisses
that thawed my temper-
and cured your indifference.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
play-doh...continued.
remember than tropicana commercial where they stuck those stripey straws right into the orange?
my play-doh rendering.
i'll take requests. keep it clean, people. keep it clean.
here you go, mike. um. nothing is to scale. they're very small tubs of playdoh.
things that make work bearable 1.2
plaaaaay-doh!
my friend leigh went to live in japan. she ceremoniously passed it on to me. she said it helped when customers drove her crazy...it's like play therapy.
my friend leigh went to live in japan. she ceremoniously passed it on to me. she said it helped when customers drove her crazy...it's like play therapy.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
blame the pinstripes
Ok. So, I was reading an article by Michael Rosenberg on FoxSports.com on the Mets getting Johan Santana.
Came across this little gem of information...
[The Yankees] 2007 payroll was $218.3 million. Some perspective: that is more than the combined payrolls of the Cleveland Indians, Arizona Diamondbacks and San Diego Padres. The Yankees will spend more on the left side of their infield than Florida or Tampa Bay will spend on their entire major-league rosters.
I'm sorry, what? I knew that the Yankees had an outrageous amount of money, but I don't think I had any idea it was that bad.
Two words. SALARY. CAP. Pronto-like.
Came across this little gem of information...
[The Yankees] 2007 payroll was $218.3 million. Some perspective: that is more than the combined payrolls of the Cleveland Indians, Arizona Diamondbacks and San Diego Padres. The Yankees will spend more on the left side of their infield than Florida or Tampa Bay will spend on their entire major-league rosters.
I'm sorry, what? I knew that the Yankees had an outrageous amount of money, but I don't think I had any idea it was that bad.
Two words. SALARY. CAP. Pronto-like.
Monday, January 28, 2008
drum roll please...
so, it's been brought to my attention (through the grapevine) that my year end total sales for 2007 came to $1,000,426.28.
that's a hell of a lot of religious propaganda.
to be perfectly honest, i'm torn. part of me thinks that hey, if the Word is getting out there, then who cares, right? then there's the other part of me that's convinced i've pimped out my faith like some cheap atlantic city hooker.
the things i believe...that i hold as absolute Truth--have been marketed. painted and packaged to appeal to the masses. i just can't figure out if i think it's wrong...
that's a hell of a lot of religious propaganda.
to be perfectly honest, i'm torn. part of me thinks that hey, if the Word is getting out there, then who cares, right? then there's the other part of me that's convinced i've pimped out my faith like some cheap atlantic city hooker.
the things i believe...that i hold as absolute Truth--have been marketed. painted and packaged to appeal to the masses. i just can't figure out if i think it's wrong...
Thursday, January 24, 2008
if i was a man...
I'd be pissed. Why aren't you guys pissed?
Here's my beef--why does every commercial on TV ultimately involve a husband/father/boyfriend who is the biggest idiot ever? They make them stupid. They make them silly. They make them liars. You want examples? Gladly.
These two really get on my nerves:
1.) the Verizon commercial where the father goes around telling each individual family member that s/he is his "number one." Haha. I get it...see, he wants all of them to think he loves them the most. Ha ha. Yeah. But it doesn't end there--the last scene is him walking out the door with the coolest of the phones muttering to himself something about saving the best for "numero uno."
It's obnoxious. So, there's dear old dad. A liar. A shmooze. A selfish douche. And it's supposed to be funny. And maybe it would be if it wasn't such a sad commentary on how the world obviously views men.
2.) the iRobot/Roomba vacuum commercial where some snarky housefrau is complaining that she lives with a bunch of animals. Her children are pigs (cue the set of running, squealing, fat, pink little porkers barrelling through the living room) and her husband...aye dios mio...him, he's a...well, you know. She rolls her eyes, hinting at the thing standing behind her--and it's a jackass. It's actually a shot of a donkey's ass. Later, she says something about getting to spend time with her "best friend" and they show her and the jackass on the couch.
Bravo...an attempt at a save. Too little, too late. All I could think was that, now, it's funny to take something as important as family, as a marriage--and demean it, mock it, and above all else, make men look like second-class citizens. And not only that, but to assume that women everywhere will laugh along, rolling their eyes as they cackle at the TV that they, too, are married to selfish, stupid jackasses.
Sigh. Isn't life as a woman hard? Ungrateful children. The stupid, stupid man I married who, no doubt, probably can't find his ass with both hands. I swear, I'd be better off without him....unless he was buying me diamonds. Or changing my oil.
But I'm not buying it. I happen to know plenty of men who are wonderful. They're wise, and good, and smart, and charming and funny. They aren't annoying fools who can't complete simple tasks without the help of a woman or a 3-year-old child.
"I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman." -Anais Nin
Here's my beef--why does every commercial on TV ultimately involve a husband/father/boyfriend who is the biggest idiot ever? They make them stupid. They make them silly. They make them liars. You want examples? Gladly.
These two really get on my nerves:
1.) the Verizon commercial where the father goes around telling each individual family member that s/he is his "number one." Haha. I get it...see, he wants all of them to think he loves them the most. Ha ha. Yeah. But it doesn't end there--the last scene is him walking out the door with the coolest of the phones muttering to himself something about saving the best for "numero uno."
It's obnoxious. So, there's dear old dad. A liar. A shmooze. A selfish douche. And it's supposed to be funny. And maybe it would be if it wasn't such a sad commentary on how the world obviously views men.
2.) the iRobot/Roomba vacuum commercial where some snarky housefrau is complaining that she lives with a bunch of animals. Her children are pigs (cue the set of running, squealing, fat, pink little porkers barrelling through the living room) and her husband...aye dios mio...him, he's a...well, you know. She rolls her eyes, hinting at the thing standing behind her--and it's a jackass. It's actually a shot of a donkey's ass. Later, she says something about getting to spend time with her "best friend" and they show her and the jackass on the couch.
Bravo...an attempt at a save. Too little, too late. All I could think was that, now, it's funny to take something as important as family, as a marriage--and demean it, mock it, and above all else, make men look like second-class citizens. And not only that, but to assume that women everywhere will laugh along, rolling their eyes as they cackle at the TV that they, too, are married to selfish, stupid jackasses.
Sigh. Isn't life as a woman hard? Ungrateful children. The stupid, stupid man I married who, no doubt, probably can't find his ass with both hands. I swear, I'd be better off without him....unless he was buying me diamonds. Or changing my oil.
But I'm not buying it. I happen to know plenty of men who are wonderful. They're wise, and good, and smart, and charming and funny. They aren't annoying fools who can't complete simple tasks without the help of a woman or a 3-year-old child.
"I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman." -Anais Nin
you're invited...if you're cool.
ok. so, i made up my super bowl party invites last night. i heart x-acto knives and paint markers.
Monday, January 21, 2008
long distance dedication...
Danny Clapp! I was in Pat Catan’s the other day getting my craft on, turned the corner and lo and behold—I saw this: 
Yeah. That’s right. I stood there and laughed out loud…and then missed you.
For those of you who don’t know Danny (which, that’s a shame-you’re missing out), he and I used to work together at Geneva in the Student Activities Office. He was the good assistant, I was the bad assistant. Except on Mondays when our boss wasn’t in the office and we were both bad assistants. We’d spend a good 8 hours just emailing/IMing our friends and secretly throwing out crap we’d find in the supply cupboards that we deemed unnecessary. Well, that or I’d have worn a skirt on purpose so I didn’t have to help him set up stages, move chairs or any other manual labor. He’d regulate me to blowing up inflatable palm trees and I’d complain I was messing up my lip gloss.
For those of you who don’t know Danny (which, that’s a shame-you’re missing out), he and I used to work together at Geneva in the Student Activities Office. He was the good assistant, I was the bad assistant. Except on Mondays when our boss wasn’t in the office and we were both bad assistants. We’d spend a good 8 hours just emailing/IMing our friends and secretly throwing out crap we’d find in the supply cupboards that we deemed unnecessary. Well, that or I’d have worn a skirt on purpose so I didn’t have to help him set up stages, move chairs or any other manual labor. He’d regulate me to blowing up inflatable palm trees and I’d complain I was messing up my lip gloss.
Good times. That’s us in the middle…
Friday, January 18, 2008
hey, beezus...this is for you.
sooooo...remember that conversation we had last night? yeah, well, conduct was sharing his devotionals on his site and i couldn't believe what i was reading. creepy? sure. extraordinary? absolutely.
ps. the dropkick murphys and i both love you.
From the devotional Days of Heaven on Earth:
The moment we really believe--we are conscious that there is power. We can touch God at such times, and the fire in our souls makes us sure that something is settled forever.
Faith must be a clear-cut taking hold of God; grasping Him with fingers of iron, with an uncompromising commitment of all to God. In learning to float you must utterly abandon yourself to the water; you must believe that the water is able to hold you up; so you must take this step of commitment, and then look up to with confidence and say "It is done." Our part is to commit; God's part is to work. The very moment that we commit--that very moment He undertakes. We must believe that He has undertaken what we have committed. Faith must re-echo God's promise and dare to say "It is done."
The thing is as good as done, since He has taken it in hand.
Step out upon a bare promise right now, and "count the things that be not as though they were," and God will make your reckoning real. It will be done by actual experience.
ps. the dropkick murphys and i both love you.
From the devotional Days of Heaven on Earth:
The moment we really believe--we are conscious that there is power. We can touch God at such times, and the fire in our souls makes us sure that something is settled forever.
Faith must be a clear-cut taking hold of God; grasping Him with fingers of iron, with an uncompromising commitment of all to God. In learning to float you must utterly abandon yourself to the water; you must believe that the water is able to hold you up; so you must take this step of commitment, and then look up to with confidence and say "It is done." Our part is to commit; God's part is to work. The very moment that we commit--that very moment He undertakes. We must believe that He has undertaken what we have committed. Faith must re-echo God's promise and dare to say "It is done."
The thing is as good as done, since He has taken it in hand.
Step out upon a bare promise right now, and "count the things that be not as though they were," and God will make your reckoning real. It will be done by actual experience.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
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