From reader Heather (who followed the link from Moosh in Indy), this father was a firefighter who was injured 10 years ago and is now a quadriplegic. He needs a tech makeover, and needs people to vote for him. Go check out his story and consider voting for him, won’t you?
Cool/ interesting links I’ve gotten recently:
82 hours a year wasted by slow walkers. (Sent to me by Fred, with the subject of the email reading “I KNEW IT!”, because slow walkers drive him almost as bugshit as slow drivers.)
IRS Now Requiring Pet Tax Returns (thanks, Paula!)
How to “peel” hard-boiled eggs without peeling (thanks, Donna!). I tried this yesterday, but couldn’t blow the eggs out of the peel, I don’t know if it was the eggs, or if I lack sufficient lungpower. HOWEVER, I boiled them for 12 minutes on a slow boil, added ice and 2 tsp baking soda to the bowl of water I used to cool the eggs, and they peeled beautifully. I’ll be hard-boiling my eggs in that manner from now on!
To improve your marriage, shut the fuck up. Men and women communicate differently. Who the fuck knew?
When Liz was here, I set up my laptop at the dining room table for her to use (we try to spoil our guests so they’ll come back!), and she was sitting and surfing on Saturday, and I was sitting at my computer, and she said “Oh, Paul Newman died!”
Only I didn’t hear the “Paul”, only the “Newman died!”, so I immediately thought of Newman from Seinfeld, and I said “Oh shit, you’re kidding! What did he die of?” and she said “Cancer, I think…”
So I surfed over to CNN.com, and I saw the headline that said Paul Newman had died, and I said “Paul Newman is dead too! What are the chances that… Oh.”
Duh.
I got my hair cut last week, I think I mentioned I was going to.
Here I am, before. Does anyone actually get up and style their hair before their hair appointment? Well, I don’t. I’m frizzy and frazzled and three-quarters gray, and that smile? I totally don’t mean it.
Here I am, home after the coloring and the cutting. This is how she styled it. I’m not feeling it.
And here I am, after I showered and styled it myself. With bangs:
And with the bangs brushed back:
My next appointment is in five weeks, and the next one after that is six weeks later. It’s scheduled for the week before Christmas. Which means Christmas is like 12 weeks away.
EEK.
“Iiiiiiiiiiii am the Stuuuuuuuuump of Constant Sorrowwwwwwwwww!”
Previously
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: I’m a badass, that’s right.
2004: I
2003: In adults, I am anti-”bye-bye”.
2002: Day in the life.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.