Month: November 2012

Woof

At least they don’t say “Now you know how to speak ‘Bear’.”

I think I mentioned once before in this space how much it used to bug me when fags of a certain persuasion would come up to me and say “woof” in an effort to tell me they thought I was attractive. I was never able to find it particularly flattering to be barked at. And I don’t think I would be able to do so now either.

Not that it’s been much of an issue lately anyway.

OK. Back to work.

Procrastination through domesticity

It still works, even though I’m no longer a student. I have tons of work to do. instead, I spent the morning cleaning up the house. It looks really good but I still have a lot of words to write this weekend.

And I really hate it when the cable box decides to spontaneously reboot in the middle of “That Girl.” Just sayin’.

At least my casserole was good…

Let’s just be honest and admit that Thanksgiving was sufficiently miserable that I’m feeling pretty secure in not being too excited about that other holiday. Aside from watching this movie again and deciding I liked it even more the second time around, there was precious little to recommend this particular Thursday in November. But having just talked to two friends who had an even worse day (week), I’m keeping mine in perspective.

Random Thursday night stuff for your viewing pleasure:

  • Hmmm. A job that (1) has lots of high-end requirements, most of which I could meet, (2) is located in a ridiculously expensive place where I don’t want to live, and (3) pays astonishingly little given the first two points. Oh boy! Count me in!
  • Wasn’t this originally a sight gag at the end of a Bugs Bunny cartoon?
  • Even though his mommy dresses him funny, this guy clearly gets it. And extra points for the brilliant term “cupcake urbanism.”

Nighty night.