Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Tuesday Task
Turn off the mixerer thingy. Break 2 leggs and add to the bowl and chuckin the cup of dried fruit, Pick the frigging fruit off floor. Mix on theturner.If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers just! pry it loose with adrewscriver. Sample the Cuervo to check for tonsisticity. Next, sift twocups of salt, or something. Check the Jose Cuervo.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Fa La La
Monday, December 1, 2008
Working Wednesday


Saturday, November 29, 2008
Friends Don't Let Friends Make To-Do Lists

Help!!! It's attacking me!!! It's leaching onto my soul and pulling me down into the depths of despair with its deadly didactic dictatorship of doom!!! !
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True story. There was once a girl. She thought to herself, "I'm so glad Thanksgiving is coming up. It will be the perfect time to catch up on my list of stuff to do. I've been soooo behind, but I'm going to get all caught up and head into the rest of the semester feeling confident and relaxed."

And then IT happened.
(gasp) The List. (other gasp)
Said girl made a list. Now, this wasn't just any list. It was split into categories, beautifully organized and succinctly stated. It was the best, most comprehensive, list the girl had made all year. It was beautifully crafted, with bullet points, underlines, and italics. She named it Lester. I think that's where she went wrong, really. In naming the list, she somehow endowed it with an evil spirit.
The girl began crossing things off Lester. She emailed, shopped, banked, telephoned, and wrote. She cooked, called, fixed, and practiced. She sat for hours and hours in front of a computer screen, thinking, "It will end soon, I've crossed off so many things." Then, the first day ended.
She awoke the next morning knowing she had accomplished a great deal the day before. She decided to reward herself by reworking Lester, as she usually gained a vast amount of satisfaction being able to cross things off and see the list shrink. This is when she discovered the terrible truth. Lester had become the gerbil of all lists. Those twenty things she did yesterday had somehow multiplied into forty more things to do. She once again categorized and bullet- pointed. She thought that she must be miscalculating, so the girl began anew, trying to whittle Lester down to the size of a post-it note.
Post-it no.
As the girl worked, Lester began to stretch. Whenever the girl tried to cross something off the list, Lester arranged for the entire universe to point at her and laugh. At the end of the day, the girl once again fell asleep dreaming about little feathers tickling that one spot on your upper back that you just can't get to with either hand.
And this torture went on for days upon days and months upon months, until, at last, the girl gave up. Lester won. He was now the master.
Stupid list.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Thrifty Thursday
Step 1. If you're feeling particularly precocious, you may fashion your own gnome body out of ceramic or even papier macher. If you're feeling Semi-Homemade, then go buy a starter gnome, making sure he has not yet been painted. There are many, many, MANY websites to do this. More than you may have been expecting. My favorite just might be this one.
Step 2. Decide what kind of gnome this is. Is he a bastion for peace and welcome? Is he a voodoo gnome? Is he going to be the centerpiece at your next major event? Is he going to stand guard in front of the Matterhorn (see above picture... it's real.)? The answer to these questions will determine your decorating scheme. After all, we wouldn't want a bastion of peace to leer at our visitors, now would we?
Step 3. Paint and let dry.Step 4. Put in place of prominence so all can enjoy.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
When the Future Looks Bleak
