What A Doll

They didn't have a "curvy" doll so let's pretend I'm skinny for a minute.

Lifelong Research Finally Realized

Name That Candy Bar!

Arrggh & Avast Ye, Matey

Healy has just reminded me that tomorrow is International Talk Like A Pirate Day. For your enjoyment, the original list of "Things Scurvy Pirates Never Say.

1. I need a manicure, arrggh.
2. Would ye like yer daily vitamin supplement? Arrggh.
3. Arrggh, me psychiatrist says I'm transferring me anger at me brother.
4. Would ye like some vegemite? Arrggh.
5. Arrggh ye going to Scarsborough Fair?
6. Would ye like another slice of quiche? Arrggh.

Geek vs. Dork vs. Nerd

BI'75 says I am nerd. I say I am dork. Wikipedia says I'm a geek (although I would argue that their definition should be reassigned to dork whose definition they have deleted).

I fully admit to being a dork/wikipedia-geek. I love trivia. I love senseless facts. I obsess over random subjects (i.e., calendar reform). But Wikipedia, my spiritual home, says I am a geek; not a dork.

What do you say?

No Underpants

Contrary to popular (or maybe just my) belief, the Red Cross does not need underpants. Or pajamas or canned food or any other items. They just need our moola and we should give it to them. Click on the banner to the right to help out.

Is It Wrong...

...that I have been craving pralines all day?

STDs & You

Actual conversation with my mother:

Mom: (while rubbing her lower abdomen) Do you ever get crabs?
Me: Cramps?
Mom: No, crabs.
Me: Crabs are pubic lice.
Mom: Really? I thought crabs was diarrhea.
Me: No, it's pubic lice.
Mom: (giggles)
Me: I hope you haven't been telling people you have crabs.
Mom: No, no. Anyway, I was wondering if you had diarrhea from lunch.
Me: Nope, no diarrhea. Besides, we had different things.
Mom: Well, we ate at the same place.
Me: I don't think they sprinkle diarrhea powder on the food at Au Bon Pain.

And this is the woman who taught me about the birds and the bees.

Edited...because, unlike all the folks who have written "Pubic Defender" in their resumes, I wrote "public" instead of "pubic".

Tainted Blog

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Another reason to hate the dentist.

By The Skin of Her Teeth

This is a connection I think I would be glad to miss.

Then I'm NOT Sorry

At Pentagon City this afternoon, while BI'75 was picking out new glasses, I bought myself some pretzel sticks and settled on the bench outside of Lenscrafters to wait for her. When I sat down, I did so with more force than I intended. I glanced at the other person sitting on the bench to find that she was glaring at me with unbridled hostility.

"Sorry," I smiled.
"What are you sorry about," she replied, still staring at me.
"I'm sorry I shook the bench so hard."
"You don't need to be sorry about that. I'm done taking sorry as an excuse for everything. People say they are sorry all the time but that is just some bullshit."

And she gathered her belongings and stalked off.