All posts for the month December, 2007

bitch bitch cute baby hack cough bitch

The reason I haven’t written anything in more than a week is that I couldn’t think of anything that wouldn’t be a whiney mcwhinefest, and you good people have put up with enough of that. It’s not like it’s really justified, either–Christmas was a welcome level of low-key, no traveling to deal with, a lovely [...]

This is not my beautiful banjo… this is not my beautiful pig

I was going to write a big, sappy post about how my day was made by the get well/xmas care package I got today from my coworker Katie, who rallied everyone to sign a card that she sent along with a candle, a plastic reindeer that poops jelly beans, and a pink Santa hat that [...]

Ideal candidate will also walk on two legs

I think the TV writer’s strike has officially jumped the shark*. I’m basing this on the dream I had last night, in which someone convinced me to be a scab, and my subconscious storyboarded an entire pilot revolving around one joke: the hilarity that ensues when the dumb roommate responds to a classified ad seeking [...]

Don’t eat the apple, Snorlax!

Just a little update that my back has recovered to the point where I almost forget I’m not allowed to do things like pick up the cat or lean over to pick something up off the floor. Then I do those things, then I cry, then I remember that not only am I still on [...]

Someone could have reminded me that there’s nothing on except Mad TV

I don’t mean to complain, but I guarantee it took me three times longer to get into a tolerable position to write this post than it will actually take to write it. This recovery nonsense is everything I expected it to be, which is to say crapola. I’m still convinced it will have been worth [...]


home, but vry drugged n woozy n hurty. no funniez 4 u.


Ok kids, this is it, I’ll be signing off for a little while while they cut open my back and scoop some stuff out and fuse my vertebrae. Happy holidays! Maybe the hospital will have wireless or something, weirder things have happened (like remember when they made Jesse Ventura governor of Minnesota? That was weird!). [...]

Oh come ON

I distinctly remember thinking a few weeks ago, “I haven’t gotten sick in kind of a long time. This probably means I’ll come down with something hellish the week of my surgery.” HA HA HA HA HA HA HA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. So yeah, I’m in such a state of virusy nastiness that I had to call [...]

Booooooooooooo (warning: whinging livejournally fangirl rant ahead)

It’s really impossible to read Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials trilogy and come to any conclusion at all except for that they are the best books ever written in the history of human or alien literature. I mean their sheer level of awesomeness on every possible criterion is off all charts–venn, pie, top 40 or [...]