if i ate turkey, i may have been too tired to care

November 30th, 2006

There’s no excuse to pay big bucks for a full-page ad in the New York Times that has a spelling or grammatical error. There’s really no excuse to pay for a full-page ad that only has five words and still has a grammatical error.

I was sitting at my desk, minding my own business, when the sales department manager popped up (literally, she crouches in front of my cube wall and “pops” up). She has a section from the NYT that she’s waving around. “What’s wrong with this picture?” she asks.

So I take a look. Hmmmm, well, there’s a pilgrim hat. It appears to be an ad for Thanksgiving shows on the History Channel. “Well,” I start, “the actual pilgrims never wore those hats…wait a minute...does that say ‘thier’? Oh my God, it does.” In 48pt type.

C’mon people! Not only should the copywriter, designer, and art director at the History Channel have caught this, the NYT should have caught this. The New York Times should not have allowed that to go to press. I, with my puny minor in Journalism, at least know that much.

Not to be down on History, because History has taught us many things...

In fact here are some of the things that History has taught us recently:

Some people like to tow their trailers out to the woods and look for Sasquatch, avoid those people.

If you are searching for the antichrist, you should look for: “A brilliant, enigmatic public figure who transforms the world for good--for a while.” (as per their web site and episode description)

The USS Salt Lake City has the best food of any nuclear submarine.


It was a sad day for History. Hopefully we will be able to learn from this experience, and History will not repeat itself…

i smell like febreeze!

November 11th, 2006

We finally found a home for Rocky! I dropped him off at his new place a few days ago. He's living on a farm, hunting mice for a lady who shows horses. She has a huge arena, a barn, and 30 acres of land that need rodent policing. I know he'll be happy there.

Now that we are down to one cat, it's time to get down to business getting the place smelling like there's only one cat. I spent all day yesterday scrubbing and spraying and soaping the homestead. Good timing too, because my Mom will be here any second now. It finally feels like things are slowing down. I actually got to lay on my floor and enjoy the house (lovely, clean house) for a few minutes. Maybe I'll even be able to get some work done and start making more money (!) That would be rad.

homeownership rocks my socks off

October 5th, 2006

Okay, so, the new house is great...except for a few not-so-minor things.

I hopped in the shower for the first time the other day (not the first time in my life, just the first in the new place), and when I turned on the water, disaster struck. The tub spout shot off the wall, went across the room, and smacked into the opposite wall. Until I got it fixed, the water just came directly out of the wall, and we took baths.

Now the basement is flooding because the overflow drain is backed up. The neighbors say that they had the same problem, and it's roots from the stupid trees (I love trees, but these ones are stupid) wrapping around the pipes and going through them. They had to have a guy come out and run a scary razor-thing through their pipes to sever the roots and clear the line. So after all this, I was pretty stressed and starting to smell sweaty, and I thought, "Why not do some laundry so I can put on something fresh." Bad idea. Bad, bad idea.

The washing machine drains into a sink in the basement.

My flooding problem is now ten times worse. And my clothes are wet. "Why?" You ask. Well, the plug to my dryer goes to nowhere. Although the dryer appears to be plugged in, it's not actually hooked to a power source of any kind.

Hooray, I'm damp and smelly.