Gchat with Z, 11:22 a.m.
October 1, 2008

This took place during a discussion about dinner tonight:

S: i have plenty of wine. dandelion wine! from ithaca!
does M eat cheese? i might put goat cheese in the couscous, but if she doesn’t i can keep it on the side

Z: she loves cheese!
i love cheese!
we all love cheese!

S: yay cheese!
actually, i was playing along with jeopardy on monday night and there was a category called “cheese” and i got every question right and it was simultaneously awesome and embarassing.

Z: hahhahahhaha
i liiiiiiiike that
that should be on your blog

Well, Z, ask and ye shall receive.


This Will Stay With Me Forever
September 17, 2008

Sorry, kids! (All, like, 3 of you). S was out yesterday because she got a really, really bad cold. So bad she thought it was something more serious. So while she sat at home and slept and sneezed and coughed and hovered above cups of steaming tea so that she could just breathe through her nose already, god!!, K sat at work and sent her this:

She doesn’t know where he found it, or why he found it, or why he sent it to her, other than it is the weirdest, creepiest thing either of them has ever seen on the internets.

Also, the song is stuck in her head now.

And she can see the video behind her eyes.

She expects some lovely fever dreams tonight.


Um, Wow.
August 8, 2008


K: That is like my dream come true.

Email from K, 10:51 a.m.
August 5, 2008

K: “Fatso’s taking my money back. Fatso’s taking my money back. Fatso’s taking my money back. Fatso’s taking my money back.”

That is from Home Movies. That is the whole song. That is what happens to be stuck in my head today.

K Redeems His X-Files-bility
July 31, 2008

K: Okay, how’s this, Scully:

“Fact: after animal control was called, no one showed up. Why? Either they didn’t care–which, frankly, I find hard to believe; working in animal control isn’t the most lucrative business, and I can’t imagine why they would ignore potential customers–they were told not to come by someone with not just a little power and authority, or the call never reached animal control in the first place. Fact: onlookers claimed an old man, yet to be identified, made off with the caracass. This is called plausible deniability. I would have thought that after all we’ve been through, you’d be familiar with concept. I also would have thought that, after all we’ve been through, we would have boned by now.”

How’s that?

S: I think you should ask Chris Carter for a job.

Rocky Cat!
July 31, 2008


Why So Serious?
July 30, 2008

God, I’m busy at work again today! This is potentially something that may carry over through the next few weeks, especially as the attorney who I assist preps for a major trial. Woot.

So, in lieu of a steady stream of random posts with utter nonsense spewing from the fingertips of K and myself, I bring you what we probably would be doing at work today if we didn’t actually have work to do.

Ladies and gentlemen…

Funny cats:

And, for good measure, two hilarious hamsters:

You’re welcome.


Junk Food Religion
July 30, 2008

“Cheesus”! HA!


Email from K, 9:43 a.m.
July 29, 2008

I googled pictures of Nick Drake and one of them led me to a site dedicated to anal stretching. That wasn’t the first time that had happened, either, while innocently mulling through pictures of people or things that have nothing to do with the anus. I guess anal stretching is currently in vogue? I don’t know. However, one thing is for sure–I will never be able to unsee what I saw.


Favorite Alternate Word for Sluts
July 28, 2008

Thanks to Gigglesugar

From S:


I am partial to Harlot, Ditty-Bag, and Tart.

I would LOVE to be called a Tart!

From K:

I like tart, strumpet, and especially ditty-bag.

From S:

Ditty-bag fucking rules.

From K:

I think we just found the female equivalent of douchebag. I really don’t like douchebagette. It’ll never catch.