"My new movie is called Baby Bridesmaids. Women will love it."

I should go to a club or something but it goes against my philosophy "why stand in line for booze and dancing when I have booze and dancing in my very own living room?" I hate lines. And I never have the right clothes to go to cool places and if I try to dress like I do I look like a lady of the evening.

Sarah Haskins, I heart you.

get your tartan on

Short week - things are really picking up at work and I'm glad for it!

This weekend we're off to an evening of Scottish festivities. Burns Night 2010! Bring on the haggis!

Also, one of these days I'll post about the ballroom classes we've been taking lately... (Best Christmas Gift EVARRR)

For now, here's what made me chuckle today:



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it's a world of laughter

When I graduated and joined the "real world" (remember all that adulthood nonsense?) my sister gave me an awesome gift: An Overheard in the Office book. Fortunately my job is not nor has it ever been a nightmare where I'm surrounded by incompetence, but on days when I'm wishing I could just win the lottery and call it a day it's a nice lift.

Last night I came across this passage and have been giggling about it all morning. Yeah, I know. I'm sick. Oddly enough, I always figured my dream job would be working for Disney.

3PM Local Sports Editor Arrested by Karma Police; Sentenced to Ride 'It's a Small World' in Perpetuity
City editor: Do you think they give you your money back if your kid dies at Disney World?
Editor-in-Chief: No, but Mickey Mouse volunteers to be a pallbearer at the funeral.
Sports editor, in a Mickey Mouse falsetto: Hey guys, what's in the box?

7 North Jefferson Street
Huntington, Indiana

Overheard by: tricky nikki
via Overheard in the Office, Jul 11, 2006

Where is my flying car?

The end of the first full year out of school and the "rigors" of academia. The end of the decade in which I completed middle school, graduated from a new high school, collected a bachelor's degree, and lived in a mere seven locations (West Seneca, Medford 1, 2, & 3, Prague, Somerville, Brighton). It was the decade in which I voted for the first time, got myself a bank account, collected my first paycheck from a full-time job, learned to drive a car, file my own taxes, cook for myself, and pay bills on time - though not in that order.

If I had to pick a meme for all of this stuff, it would be Adulthood. Gross. While the last decade has yet to garner a popular moniker, I'm going to need to refer to the period of time society considers my formative years, and I'm going with The Noughties.

The Noughties were pretty good to me - I'm thankful I had a supportive family to secure me a lot of those milestones. And like a lot of Gen Y in my shoes (done with undergrad, feeling out the real world) I feel the siren song of grad school - especially with a lot of baby boomer mentors in academia who are proponents of their fields. But then I go and read something like this. Argh. One part of me notes that the author is an associate professor of English at a Midwestern school I've never heard of and scoffs that he's out of touch. The other part of me shivers a little and slides the GRE practice test under a pile of junk mail.

Hmph. Anyhow, at least I get to enjoy a few adult perks, like traveling. We took a roadtrip to Montreal this weekend and had a blast. Tim Horton's was involved. I forgot my camera, but will hopefully steal some pictures elsewhere. We toasted to the New Year on a Blue Moon - though no one told me about this, I only learned after the fact. But now I know that a blue moon is the 13th full moon in a year - not the second full moon in a month. And that's the real key to adulthood, right? To keep on learning...