Holes

I'm having a hard time recovering from my Thanksgiving break. Being the genius that I am, I stayed up late every night and slept in every morning during those days off. Now, I find myself wide awake at 1am, not able to fall asleep until sometime around 3am. When it's time to wake up and get ready for work, my best pal is the snooze button. But my best pal Snooze has a downside, and that is that I only leave myself about 15 minutes to get ready. Yesterday, I already knew I wanted to wear a button down shirt with a sweater. I pulled a black sweater on over a white button down, and immediately I noticed not one, not two, but three tiny holes in my sweater, highlighted by the white shirt underneath. It was too late to try and figure out something else to wear, so I shrugged and wore it anyhow. No one noticed the holes, or if they did, they didn't say anything. When I got home I carefully placed it in the mending pile (alright fine, I actually tossed it into the random pile of clothes in my room).

I'm starting to worry about my sweaters, because I just finished mending a brown one that was full of holes. I hope it's just from an evil washing machine, and that I don't have a rogue moth chewing through all my cashmere and woolen warm things. This morning I found out that the hole plague is not just confined to sweaters-- I pulled on my sock, and there's a hole in the toe. Come to think of it, I had a pair of socks on two days ago with a hole in the heel. When did all these holes happen? Are all my things that old or badly cared for? It's clear that this can only mean one thing: Winter Shopping Spree.

Song I Love

I'm listening to the Michael Medved show (talk radio), as I do every day, and today, before going to commercial, "Oh Yoko" has been being played. It's just 30 seconds or so, a part where it's just instruments, but it still makes me smile. I love, love, love that song, it never fails to make me happy.

W & W

President Bush's wax likeness is taking a thumpin' these days at Madame Tussaud's celebrity waxworks in Las Vegas. Bush's head suffered about $25,000 in damages when a Madame Tussaud's visitor attacked it the day before last week's elections.
"No one's pushed one over before," said Jack Taylor, spokesman for the tourist attraction.Bush has needed repairs a number of times, mostly from having his nose pinched, Taylor added.
"This was the most damage" to one of the wax figures, he said. "People are always touching them, but this was pretty rare." The wax creations cost between $200,000 and $250,000 to produce.
The back of Bush's head was damaged in the fall, "but he's been back on his feet for several days now," Taylor said.--Taken from Las Vegas Review Journal

Well, Whit and I liked the Dubya wax figure!:

And now I feel dumb

There is a creepy commerical out for PlayStation 3, with a baby that coos, then cries, then the tears get sucked back up and it sees fire. Everytime it has come on, I ask John "what the hell is that about?! It's creepy!" Well, I found out: PlayStation 3 is not for babies. So, the baby sees it, is excited, then finds out it's not for him, cries, then sees fire. Makes sense. Why didn't I get it before?

The Fug Geniuses

I adore Go Fug Yourself. The girls that write the fuggings are hilarious, creative, and I love their writing style.

I especially enjoy "Letter of Fug" which are always "from" Britney Spears (once there was one from K-Fed, as well). This was the lone light in my otherwise hellacious work day. Enjoy.

Gag

I really gotta stop buying bananas. For some reason, whenever I try to eat a banana of late, I gag. I know that I hate ripe bananas, so I always make sure to buy the kind that still have some green on the peel. But even those have been making my stomach sieze up and my throat spasm. It's something about the texture. I want the texture to be smooth, and sometimes one of the peel remnants (I call them "strings") is not smooth, and I think that is what makes me gag.

I really do enjoy banana flavor, though. Perhaps I will replace banana, the fruit variety, with banana flavored laffy taffy.

Christmas, Christmas time is here

Well, not really, but, Target has all the Christmas decor out already. And I almost bought a few things last night. I'm a sucker for pretty and sparkly. But I settled for making a mental list of what I must get. I think Kitty needs a stocking this year...

Way to sail over that shark

I don't know if any of you bothered to tune in to the Simpson's Halloween special on Sunday, Treehouse of Horror MMCCCLX, but if you did, you witnessed the sad spectacle of "The Day the Earth Looked Stupid", a transparent and lame attempt at parody.

The worst and thus most offensive part? It wasn't even funny.