Nose and Office

I am unabashedly picking my nose at my cube.

Apparently, I think that when I have my headphones on, no one can see me.

Quick update

I have been sups busy at work, which is good and bad.

BUT!  Really I wanted to share.

Boyfriend and I watched this awesome documentary yesterday.

King of Kong, A Fistful of Quarters

It's funny, and sad, and makes you angry.  It's controversial.  It's crazy good.  You should watch it.

let's all be happier people

Yesterday I saw two friends on U Street.  One was leading the other one, who was blindfolded, to her surprise birthday party.

They were both so fucking happy.

The leading one mentioned cake on her cell phone, and the birthday girl sort of shrieked and got all giggly.

It was awesome.  I am glad I got to see that.

Ask Boyfriend!

Dear Boyfriend,

Does it trouble you when people can't answer their own simple questions?

Thanks,
Unconcerned

Dear Unconcerned,

Let's take a look at your ostensibly "simple" question in two parts, primarily at the assertion that people "can't answer their own simple questions." I posit that it is not because these people are realistically unable to find suitable responses within themselves, but rather that they are, by way of the act of asking, overtly sharing of themselves with the agent that they are asking. Implicit in their seeming incompetence is the cultural value placed upon human interaction and peer consensus in reaching a decision or finding truth, because an anti-social decision undermines group evolutionary fitness and "truth" is culturally relative. Does this phenomenon "trouble" me? It depends on how you define trouble. Do I end up going to the trouble of writing long-winded responses to relatively insignificant quandaries? Clearly. Am I emotionally troubled by the fact that people are somewhat dim-witted as individuals? Not in the slightest, they are my greatest ally as I seek to become the authoritative voice on all things in this world, the arbiter of knowledge and truth, and the largest spongy brain of facts atop a quivering heap of lesser brains.

Thank you,
Boyfriend

Will Power

It's taking a lot of will power and endurance to not eat my lunch left overs right now.

Maybe I should put them on the floor so I don't keep looking at it.

Plus also, maybe I should fill up on some candy.

Project Dispatch

Yoooooooooooooooos,

I just signed up for THIS!

It's where you subscribe to an artist for 3, 6, or 12 months.  And they send you art in the mail.

WHAT?>!?!?! That's totally awesome, right?  I mean getting a package is super dups exciting, but to have it be new art!  I mean com'ons now, that's the best kind of mail you can get, besides that year Grams decided to give all the grandkids $1,500.  Because that was also awesome mail.

But for realsy, never enough art.  Never enough.

Right now we are subscribing to Elizabeth Graeber, and I think we might do Section V next.

Sweetly and as ever EXCITEDLY,
the real deal karin

Another reason I am getting old

Another way I can tell I am getting old is that my parents are coming into town this weekend...

AND I AM SO EXCITED!!

Like really seriously excited to see my parents.  And it's not just because they are bringing me birthday presents.

I like my parents, and I like spending time with them.

Go back 10 years and tell 16-year-old Karin that and she would have had the most sarcastic manipulative answer for you.

Something along the lines of "Oh, I am surprised my parents are even acknowledging me at 26, the way they treat me now its like I am some sort of criminal who has to "check in" when she is going somewhere and has a curfew. I thought by 26 they would have disowned me altogether."

Because I was a bitch! And insecure!  And I took it out on everyone around me.  But not now, well maybe I am still a little bitchy, and still super insecure, but I don't take it out on my parents any more because I am an A-DULT.

Fake Comment Friday!

Fake comment friday is back!!! I am so sorry about the lapse.

Also here is a picture of Cat snuggling this morning:

Two pictures that made me tear up today

Today, two pictures brought me to tears.

The first is form the New York Times story on the Obamas:

Barack and Michelle Obama in 1996. She was hesitant about his campaign but became his most energetic volunteer anyway, and she warmed everybody up — including him.


The second picture is a pumpkin that has been carved to look THE Death Star:

Life is so awesome today.

Stump the Punner!!

[Sorry for the delay on this, apparently I have a real job that takes up time.]

Jello there, Jigglers! (This was cheap, and I admit that!)

This week's entry is short and sweet & sour because I'm stuck in work-life balance purgatory BUT lucky for youze guyze, I made a list of wordplays, worksheet-style. I apologize for the extremely Stretch Armstrong (he makes bracelets just like Lance...really flexible ones!) nature of this post:

On Feb. 14 this year, I'm toasting to Bobby Valentino, a British man who polices (definition 2: to make clean and put in order ) music, after my own heart! 

(Interesting side note: Bobby Valentino, the American R&B artist goes by Bobby V or Bobby V-tino in the UK because there is another artist there who has been recording under the same name since 1975. Wikipedia said so! )

The McDonald's crime scene was covered in ketchup with fries buzzing all over the tender stripped chicken victims. The detective started to feel sick as he questioned the Hamburglar so he snapped, "We know you're responsible! Nugget to the point!"

I would imagine that a high-rollin' but family-oriented baller would write, "I do it for de guts & and de-lore-an  also my mama but also my wunnerful, one-in-a-million girlfriend, de Laurie Ann." (Even I de-groaned loudly at dis one!)

The temperature in the room is at the Fahrenheit of blistering heat. I Smellcius something burning. Oh. It's my face. Time to read some Kelvin & Hobbes comics to get my mind off the pain and cool off.

Before he passed, Aaron Spelling named a highway after his daughter called Motori Spellway, but the DMV changed it to Motori Speedway after several Hollywood-you-please mo-tourists complained. (They also complained about this sentence.)

[Leave your challenges in the comments for next week and be prepared for results done in a touchy-feely, new-age (there is no wrong answer), time-crunchy granola way!]