On a Day Like Today You Wish It Was Tomorrow


Boots up in 7 seconds! No traditional hard drive! No need for anti-virus software! Never worry about anything. Google will take care of it for you. Get on-board Google’s new Chrome OS. This is my favorite part – “Chrome OS netbooks will not have traditional hard disk drives — they will rely on non-volatile flash…
I know, I know, award shows aren’t exactly the place to glean essential life lessons, but these aren’t exactly essential life lessons. They’re more like casual observations that have an element of something resembling something worth knowing. So, here they are. The ten things I learned from this years Oscars, in order of increasing importance,…
I saw Aunt Mary on Sunday. I sat on the edge of her bed in the nursing home, next to the wheelchair she has to ride in, despite the fact she can hold up her own feet when someone is pushing it. Half the time, her head was bent down against her chest, her eyes…
Calling someone “gainfully unemployed” (no, that’s not a typo), even when meant as an insult, is actually a compliment.
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OMG! I’m so sorry about your craptastic day and your big disappointment!!!
You’re too cool to have bad days.
Something to make you feel better: I spent three days in the Yellowstone backcountry this week. I went alone, it was super cool. However, when I was literally twenty years from the road, I had to cross a small creek. The edges of the creek were lines with animal hair. I walked on it to get to a rock I could jump on. The ground with the hair was very, very soft. Little known to me, this signifies a regular animal hangout. What do animals do where they hang out? They poo. The ground was so soft that I feel through it!!!!!!! Knee deep in poo!!!!!!!!! It was by far the grossest thing that has ever happened to me.
Twenty yards from the road after three days. Awful.
I enjoy drinking and getting drunk, but most of my drink recipes are “enough alcohol to get me drunk” + “enough flavored liqueur or juice so that I can’t taste the booze”. I find wine absolutely disgusting, and the same with beer. Although with beer I can’t drink enough to get drunk before I get sick, so it’s a loss on both fronts. So yeah, I mostly drink “girly” drinks; vodka with juice, amaretto sours, margaritas, daiquiris, kamikazes, etc. If you see me hitting the tequila shots, you know something’s gone wrong in my life and I’ve decided to check out for the evening.
It’s official. Tara wins. And uh… yuk.