Mar
03
2008
(This follows on from Twelve & Thirteen, and before that, Eleven, and before that, Seven Through Ten and, before that, Zero Through Six)
First of all, did you see The Bachelor: Where Are They Now? on ABC last night?
I'm having trouble coming up with a tag line for the new design of my site. There's some lovely real estate up on the header just waiting to be filled with something witty and pithy and fun, but man, all I do at my regular job is think of lines that are witty and pithy and fun, and by the time it comes around to being creative OFF THE CLOCK, my head is as empty as Paris Hilton's....uh....head, I guess. I was trying to go for something a little cleverer there---Paris Hilton's bed? Nope, that won't work, certainly not---but exactly, there you go, you see what I mean?
When I was about 18, my lips suddenly started getting really chapped once in a while. And, you know, that kind of sucked and all, but what didn't suck was the color they'd go when they were chapped: it was the most perfect shade of pinky-red, like I was wearing the world's most natural-looking lipgloss. And so I almost started hoping for them to get chapped, because for two weeks I'd have some seriously awesome-looking lips, but without, you know, the hassle of reapplying lipgloss every few hours.
Surprise! Welcome to the new digs! Are you digging the new digs? Because I'm digging the new digs. Allow me to take your coat, hand you a tall glass of something cold and sparkling, and give you the grand tour.
More than the generous vacation policy, more than the one day a week working from home, more than the fantastically well-traveled co-workers (thanks, in part, to the generous vacation policy), and more, even, than Bagel Fridays (which have since become Bagel Wednesdays, which is even more awesome, because you really do need some cheering up then), what I like most about my job is the fact that I can walk to it.
(This follows on from Fourteen & Fifteen, and before that, Twelve & Thirteen, and before that, Eleven, and before that, Seven Through Ten, and before that, Zero Through Six.)
So my new favorite thing at the moment is this: I throw six of these Tazo teabags in "Passion" flavor into an enormous pitcher, then I add six packets of Splenda. I fill my electric kettle up to the brim, boil it, then pour the water into the pitcher---then I do it all over again until the pitcher is completely full. I stick the whole thing in the fridge, and don't drink it until the next day.
There are only two things that I really, really want right now, and I can't find either of them anywhere. The first is a classic khaki trench coat (with a belted waist, rather than one you tie), and the second is a pair of knee-high black leather boots with a pointed toe and a really skinny heel. That's not too much to ask, is it?
I can't remember how it came up, but I asked Sean recently if he used to watch Beavis and Butthead back when it was on in the early 90s, and---despite being its target demographic---he said didn't much because he didn't find it that funny, and I said "are you kidding me? It was hilarious! I used to stay up late to watch it because it came on at midnight in England! And if I couldn't stay up that late? Then I'd videotape it!"
(This follows on from Sixteen, and before that, Fourteen & Fifteen, and before that, Twelve & Thirteen, and before that, Eleven, and before that, Seven Through Ten, and before that, Zero Through Six.)
I don't normally ask you to do things, but I was wondering if you could head over to one of my favorite blogs, Not That You Asked, and read Emily's latest post. I've only met Emily once in real life, and I've never met the couple she's writing about, but I'm thinking that if there's a way that we can band together on the Internet every so often and try to help each other out, well, then that can only be a good thing.
