do you believe in planets?

just stop it

1) Dubya laughing--that's right, l-a-u-g-h-i-n-g-- today at a press conference while addressing the earthquake/tsunami tragedies, after explaining (between giggles) how we need to "further assess" the situation before sending a second wave of aid so that we can "better organize" our efforts.

Those people don't need your assessments, you son of a bitch.  They need to clean up 50,000+ [ed: now looks like 100,000+] dead bodies.  I don't want to hear about tsunami warning systems on the West Coast.  I want to hear about US aid getting to these poor fucking people who are still sorting through each others' remains looking for their families. 

Seriously.  Fuck.  Off.

2) People calling you from loud places who think that they need to scream into their cell phones because they can't hear you.  My eardrums would appreciate a little common sense, folks.

Seriously.

3) Ice storm on New Year's Day.  Looks like my Madison trip may be cut short and I may spend the NY's Eve at yet another midwestern Chinese restaurant talking about vericose veins and davenports.

patience is a Chinese Buffet dinner

Yet another terrible Central Wisconsin restaurant experience awaits me this evening.  I foresee: rice and soy sauce; a fortune cookie.

OMG!! (holy shit)

Jennifer at plastic passion is reading old issues of Sassy magazine.

Drool.

Where the f#$% did she get them??  Nofair.

does it taste like home

Christmas 2004:  If you're bored enough to check out the photo album, observe the alcohol content of every photo.  That's SconnieHoliday Style, for the unfamiliar.

Aside from the seasonal festivities, my stay at home has involved a shit-ton (pronounced sheeit-tuhn) of coffee, a few sleepy evenings at dimly lit, poorly ventilated drinking holes, and a whole lot of missing my real home. The worst thing to come of it all is that my housesitter and catsitter seems to have acquired a girlfriend in my asbsence from Portland.  There goes 50% of my social life.  At this rate I'll have to start hanging out with my boyfriend, the horror!

last time we listened to a bush, we we ended up wandering around in the desert for forty years

I'm just sayin', is all.

A bumper sticker told me.

and all those other bastards were only practice

Okay, I surrender.  It's love.

Or just sexual assault, whichever.

Photo by Aron at MBOMOTMOG.

like carving a teepee out of Kleenex

My initial reaction to this photo was an outraged "No, I am NOT making out with Sarah in a museum."  Then I failed to come up with an adequate explanation of what we are doing (probably because a dense nicotine-caffeine-alcohol-sleep-deprivation haze shrouds my memories of the weekend in Minni), so I suppose I cannot rule out sucking face.  I can only urge you to consider my character and come to your own conclusion.

For more a more detailed account of the weekend's events, check with Aron.  Things he will surely leave out:

• the attack of the WebTV console
• multiple stabbings that were-ent
• a laminated map named Snappy
• genital warts = _____-pimples and ______-pocks  (clue: first blank creates alliteration, second blank creates a rhyme)
• armoire calisthenics

Things you will never see:  the bottom two pictures.

Ooh, I almost forgot the photo credit:  Photo by Aron at MBIMOTMOG

More Best of 2004

Best BBQ of 2004: July 5.

Yes, Cool Whip.

Yes, burny.

Best of 2004 Cont.

Better than 2003:  Birfday.

back in sconnie

Got my grades last night.  Tell me folks:  how much of a difference will it make to PhD programs that I have a 3.98 rather than a 4.0?

This is not the end.

But think what you want.

Best of 2004 V

Best Punctured Tire of 2004: Rear Right During Road Trip to Bend