The mystery is solved.
I love the picture of the guy pumping his fist. What do you think is going through his mind? Pick one:
A) Yay, I'm a father!
B) Yay, millions are coming my way!
Please please please let this story go away now.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
It's Worse Than We Thought
My favorite part is the ominous "7 DAYS" at the end, just like in The_Ring. Thanks much to boingboing for this image.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Diversion
So, today is one of those free weekend days that I love--no committments, nothing specific to do. I know this is not true today for a lot of you, as it's Easter--lots of family dinners and such going on. But truthfully, Easter just isn't even on my radar anymore. As an atheist, I sort of gave up on it a long time ago. I would prefer a more paganesque, spring-welcoming celebration . . . and it's kind of hard to get in the mood for that when it's 30 degrees outside and cloudy with snow on the ground. So, today is just a me-day, which is perfectly fine (and much needed after all the traveling I've been doing).
On days like this, I like to break up my activities into segments--surf the Web for a while, do some cleaning, watch T.V. or read, do some more cleaning, write, etc., whatever the mood strikes. (The cleaning part I have to force a little, but it's direly necessary right now. I'm actually considering hiring a cleaning service . . . more on that later.)
So anyway, I was just poking around on the Web a while ago, and I found this quiz about opening lines in novels. And I was kind of intrigued--I like quizzes, and, as a former English major, I was curious about how much of that stuff might still be stuck in my head 15 years after graduation (!). So, I took the quiz and got 10 out of 13 correct, which I felt pretty good about. It's nice to know that I have managed to retain a certain portion of my education despite years of brain-cell killing recreational activity. I will divulge that I missed questions 8, 11, and 13, and one of those was a sci-fi question, which I don't feel badly about missing. There were 2 others that I kind of had to use process of elimination and guess at, but the rest I knew outright. It helps that most of the lines are pretty iconic--you may very well know the answer even if you've never read the novel. So, if you want to kill a few minutes, give it a shot.
(Sorry about the fluff post, by the way. I'm working on something else--stay tuned.)
On days like this, I like to break up my activities into segments--surf the Web for a while, do some cleaning, watch T.V. or read, do some more cleaning, write, etc., whatever the mood strikes. (The cleaning part I have to force a little, but it's direly necessary right now. I'm actually considering hiring a cleaning service . . . more on that later.)
So anyway, I was just poking around on the Web a while ago, and I found this quiz about opening lines in novels. And I was kind of intrigued--I like quizzes, and, as a former English major, I was curious about how much of that stuff might still be stuck in my head 15 years after graduation (!). So, I took the quiz and got 10 out of 13 correct, which I felt pretty good about. It's nice to know that I have managed to retain a certain portion of my education despite years of brain-cell killing recreational activity. I will divulge that I missed questions 8, 11, and 13, and one of those was a sci-fi question, which I don't feel badly about missing. There were 2 others that I kind of had to use process of elimination and guess at, but the rest I knew outright. It helps that most of the lines are pretty iconic--you may very well know the answer even if you've never read the novel. So, if you want to kill a few minutes, give it a shot.
(Sorry about the fluff post, by the way. I'm working on something else--stay tuned.)
Monday, April 02, 2007
Bounty
A kind of strange thing just happened. Today was gorgeous--warm, sunny, lots of birds out and about. After work, I broke out the capris to wear while walking Josie. We set out on a fantastic walk--started out on the bike path, veered out into the woods right along the river for a while, then back to the bike path, then finished with a romp through the cemetery. (Not as morbid as it sounds, by the way. It was still very light out, and Josie loves to run back and forth across the cemetery path, for some reason. Also, it's peaceful--naturally.)
Anyway, we got back, and I fed her and the cats. I was starting to clean up the apartment a bit when I noticed, for some reason, something in the back pocket of these capris I hadn't worn since last fall. It was a $10 bill. Woo hoo! There's nothing quite like finding money in a pants pocket to make your day, even if it's not that much (and especially if it's more than a buck or two).
Then, however, I found myself just staring at this $10 bill, and I started feeling kind of gloopy. Gloopy, by the way, is an odd mix of nostalgia and guilt that I feel on occasion and have so dubbed. The $10 made me feel nostalgia about (not for, by the way--not like I'd want to go back) the days in my life in which $10 would have been a very big deal. And there were many, many days like that. The $10 also made me feel guilt--guilt about the fact that $10 actually doesn't make any difference to me anymore. This $10, that represents an amount more than some people in the world take home in a week, doesn't even show up on my radar, at all. Is this an American thing, this guilt? Should it be an American thing? But then, what can we do about it? Besides trying to make the world a better place by ________________________ [fill in your favorite cause here]. All this stuff was running through my head, triggered by nothing more than that $10 bill. (I have no solutions or answers to these questions, by the way--I just find the thought-triggering process interesting.)
On the other hand, that $10 will pay for lunch for a couple of days. So, woo-hoo, anyway.
Anyway, we got back, and I fed her and the cats. I was starting to clean up the apartment a bit when I noticed, for some reason, something in the back pocket of these capris I hadn't worn since last fall. It was a $10 bill. Woo hoo! There's nothing quite like finding money in a pants pocket to make your day, even if it's not that much (and especially if it's more than a buck or two).
Then, however, I found myself just staring at this $10 bill, and I started feeling kind of gloopy. Gloopy, by the way, is an odd mix of nostalgia and guilt that I feel on occasion and have so dubbed. The $10 made me feel nostalgia about (not for, by the way--not like I'd want to go back) the days in my life in which $10 would have been a very big deal. And there were many, many days like that. The $10 also made me feel guilt--guilt about the fact that $10 actually doesn't make any difference to me anymore. This $10, that represents an amount more than some people in the world take home in a week, doesn't even show up on my radar, at all. Is this an American thing, this guilt? Should it be an American thing? But then, what can we do about it? Besides trying to make the world a better place by ________________________ [fill in your favorite cause here]. All this stuff was running through my head, triggered by nothing more than that $10 bill. (I have no solutions or answers to these questions, by the way--I just find the thought-triggering process interesting.)
On the other hand, that $10 will pay for lunch for a couple of days. So, woo-hoo, anyway.
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