they better get me a cake in the shape of david cross

attention dudes:

dad has a facebook account. his profile says his birth year is 1961. somehow that doesn't seem quite right to me.

i'm also scared of any weird (weird = incriminating) things my friends may write on my page.

also, tomorrow is my second to last day at the paper. bittersweet. i'm going to miss the crap out of my boss. she is truly superb. we have a psychic connection that frightens those around us.

tomorrow is also the last day i'll be forced (but paid) to sit near my own personal Dwight Schrute. happy happy times. last-minute prank suggestions are always welcome. maybe e-mail me though, because sometimes this site is cached for me at work and i can't view updates.

hmmmmm ... whatelsewhatelsewhatelsewhatelsewhatelse ...

for the past two days there has been something that i think of during the day that is totaly STR-worthy and i can never remember what it is when i sit down with my lil' red laptop.

well. i guess that's all for now. it was good to see y'all in tha flesh this weekend. i hope to do it oftener.

kisses!

Happy Summertime!

Look out, people. The school year has mercifully ended. This means that I will have a bunch of free time with which to pontificate and jabber.

This is your warning.

Anywho, did you hear about the british "car enthusiast"? Yes, this is how I'm kicking off my return. I am wasting no time (mine or yours).

Keep up with the latest in the trial of Mr. ShowBiz by clicking right here.

Bacon + Booze = Transcendence?

If that isn't enough of the perfect food for you, I bestow upon you 50 additional ways to prepare some divine swine.

Bob Odenkirk and some guy named David Cross have filmed a pilot for what will surely be the greatest program in the history of humankind ever.

This is just plain creepy.

And finally, here is my favorite interwebs find of the morning.

Phew! That felt good.

david cross is invited to all our family events

i think that we're going to have a real-deal pow-wow this weekend, eh boys?

paul, i do hope you'll be present.

there is a karaoke machine at mom's house. should we all bring a 4-pack of D batteries and see if mom will bring it to the park? jeff, you bring CDs to sing along to; paul, you bring the sequins; i, ally, will bring the funk.

bob kovachic just said 'golly gosh'

micro blog.

do we think stephen malkmus might have a google alert?

i love me a good malapropism. we're all guilty of them, some more often than others.

i work with someone who malaprops like she's getting paid to do it.

today after work, we were chatting and i mentioned a friend that works at a company where she had interned. she said something about a motto of the company having to do with balancing life and work. "but it's just a falsetto in all their lives. they work non-stop."

i guess i don't have to say anything else.

david cross vs. r. kelly

jeff shared this lovely link with me. i can't stop rating the tightness of braids (first listen to the new jam, then click on into the rating section).

i'm addicted.

half of these people don't even have braids. nay, 3/4 don't have braids.

hotornot.com for the new (urban) millenium.

i love it.

thank you, jeff. and thank you, kells.

There Had Better Be a Repeat

(100th post!)