Category: misc.

Sigh. Dare I? Ah, what the heck. Here’s how I met G, ladies and gentlemen. That makes an even four now. Best-ofs, not boyfriends. Anyway. Let the mockery commence.

So at pub trivia last night (where we thought ourselves to be the dumbest clods in Seattle, only to discover that we had tied for sixth place among 22 teams), I heard of the most amazing activity ever for my obsessive-compulsive mind, second only to editing Wikipedia entries, or perhaps to obtaining free writing instruments.… Continue reading Virginia and the Bee

So this morning at the doctor’s office I had to get some blood drawn, and the lab technician (“LT” henceforth) was kind of busy so she and I were just bullshitting while she pottered around and filled out paperwork before stabbing me in the veins and all that. So we were chatting, and I was… Continue reading Free pens are totally my kryptonite

I don’t normally drink caffeine, or I keep it to a bare minimum because I often have trouble sleeping and that’s what they tell ya to do. But last night I got very little sleep and really needed to be awake and efficient today at work, so I downed me a double mocha this morning.… Continue reading Trembling Fingers

Weezer is done, apparently.  Just like before, only more final now.  I hope he’s bluffing.

This morning I ate cookies for breakfast and played Nintendo.  The title of this post says it all.  Next I’m going to be hiding Playboy under my mattress or something.  I hope my voice doesn’t start cracking all over the place – it already kind of does that anyway when I’m dehydrated.  Or tired.  Or… Continue reading I’m turning into a 13 year old boy

Oh. My. God. This weekend was great, but it had in store some, er, odd commentary from random strangers. Remember J’s encounter with a creepy stranger with very much unsolicited input as to her appearance? Well. Ahem. I too have entered this realm of weird commentary from strangers. So the recent object of my affection… Continue reading I’ve finally discovered my super-power

In addition to company-sponsored drinking, we have added an 80 lb. English bulldog named Bacon into the mix.  He’s so cute and funny and roly-poly, and he’ll just appear under your desk panting and begging for some love every so often.  And when he gets tired from playing and sits down, it’s as if he… Continue reading Friday = Beer AND Bacon Day

That would be the time my coworkers and I broke out the beer this morning. THERE SIMPLY IS NOT A DOWNSIDE.

J, while cutting up nectarine for breakfast: “Man, I hate when your nectarine doesn’t separate nicely or cut open nicely!” Me: “Yeah, did I ever tell you that nectarines are crazy, and that there are like eight different varieties (clingstone or freestone, tasty or bland, different colors, yada yada) and that a given nectarine seed… Continue reading A.M. Revelations at Brick House #4