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| Wednesday, July 15th, 2009 |
lonelyholiday
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11:19a |
On a day when I'm completely freaking out over a project that SHOULD have been done Monday, this horoscope is JUST NOT FUNNY: People find you irresistible when you're feeling unsure of yourself. Today, someone interesting is watching you with delight as you bumble through a project. Don't be self-conscious -- this could be profitable in the romance department. Seriously, 1. These horoscopes that talk about "someone" at work drive me crazy because THERE ARE ONLY THREE OF US on a normal day (and only me today, hahaha). 2. Why do I want someone who watches my frustration with "delight"? That's lame, horoscope. |
| Tuesday, July 14th, 2009 |
lonelyholiday
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10:38p |
Oh, I almost forgot... I mentioned the other day that "Knights of Bostonia" has become one of my favorite State Radio songs, and today we put the studio version up on Myspace for a first listen. Check it out, and then try to tell me you don't want to be a Knight of Bostonia, too. <3 |
| Monday, July 13th, 2009 |
lonelyholiday
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5:07p |
Songs of the day.
For some reason, I'm really liking these lyrics today, even though they're pretty gloomy, and I'm not feeling that way at all: Show me how close you can get Show me how close you can get Show me how fast I'm gonna lose it How bad I am out-numberedSong: Cross the Road by Magnolia Electric Co. On the other end of the spectrum, I also just had an at-my-desk dance party to Pittsburgh fight songs. My secret cheerleader days are coming out. This year's Penguins fight song. Steelers fight song from Super Bowl XL. |
| Sunday, July 12th, 2009 |
lonelyholiday
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4:38p |
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| Saturday, July 11th, 2009 |
lonelyholiday
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11:58p |
I just rediscovered this post, and it is probably the single best thing (or at least most satisfying) I've ever written. Funny how some specifics have changed over the years, like we changed credit card processors, so some of those CC-specific things just work differently, etc. But people's general idiocy remains the same. WAIT, I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE THAT WAS EXACTLY FOUR YEARS AGO TODAY! I wasn't looking for "this day in history," as I sometimes do, I was just looking at old work-related posts! Crazy. |
lonelyholiday
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5:54p |
I read Bonk by Mary Roach last weekend. I'd put it in third place of her books, after Stiff and Spook, but I did have a favorite part. The passage and its footnote both delighted me equally, so I'm re-creating them here, before I send the book back out into the world. Dr. Ahmed Shafik wears three-piece suits with gold watch fobs and a diamond stick pin in the lapel. His glasses are the thick, black rectangular style of the Nasser era. He owns a Cairo hospital and lives in a mansion with marble walls. He was nominated for a Nobel Prize.* I don't care about any of this. Shafik won my heart by publishing a paper in European Urology in which he investigated the effects of polyester on sexual activity. Ahmed Shafik dressed lab rats in polyester pants.
There were seventy-five rats. They wore their pants for one year. Shafik found that over time the ones dressed in polyester or poly-cotton blend had sex significantly less often than the rats whose slacks were cotton or wool. (Shafik thinks the reason is that polyester sets up troublesome electrostatic fields in and around the genitals. Having seen an illustration of a rat wearing the pants, I would say there's an equal possibility that it's simply harder to get a date when you dress funny.)
*Nominations for a Nobel prize, I found out when I contacted the Nobel Foundation to try to verify Shafik's, remain secret for fifty years. You make the claim, and nobody can prove otherwise until after you're dead. Add one to your resume today!And look what I found! |
| Tuesday, July 7th, 2009 |
lonelyholiday
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9:02p |
"Today's obviously a Tuesday."
I already posted one funny video today, and here is a second. Also, I just made too much spaghetti. I hate that in-between point when there's too much for one serving, but not enough to leave for a second. I will be stuffed. |
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