Meara, you know I would totally go gay for you, honey.

Whoot! I DID just tell the recruiter this morning that any city on a coast, or Chicago, was fair game...

"I don't understand why you don't want to sleep with me."

I feel your pain, Allyson. Why is there not magic connection in brains, where you are only attracted to those who are likewise attracted to you??

"WTF, lady, there's a whole sidew-- Oh, HI!!"

Hah! That's funny. Yay, running into people on teh street.

"WTF, lady, there's a whole sidew-- Oh, HI!!"

I keep reading that HI in lolcat pidgin, and it does amuse me muchly to imagine Jesse saying "Oh, HAI!11!"

Today I'm going to take it where I can get it.

Things I didn't say today:

"Ow"
"Please don't be so excited about what you think I can do for you. One of us is estimating this thing wrong. Better not be me."
"Sorry...are you still talking?"
"Where were you when that would have been useful, tosser?"

I'm home.

It's Friday

I have beer.

I mean, sorrowful child-murdering ghost who lures children to their drowning? So yeah, we named a park after her.

That sign is hysterical.

"Oh, HAI!11!"

You know that's how I talk in real life all the time.

Relatedly, I tried to say "lolcat" at work, and I realized I wasn't sure if it should be loll-cat or ell-oh-ell-cat. The former, right?

And I see that once again, my mother's bright idea has been implemented by someone else for profit: she's been dying for a wardrobe makeover show for years where they tell you how to deal with your current clothes, and what absolutely needs to go, and that's pretty much what I'm watching on TLC right now. Although this show has a little Project Runway to it, with fashion students (?) sewing new stuff out of her worst stuff.

In my head I say lolcat as one word. And lolcat pidgin has totally infected my brain.

Ooh, what's the show? That sounds good.

It's called "I've Got Nothing To Wear." So far, the one guy went through her wardrobe putting stuff in new combinations, and told her what never to wear again, then took her shopping at H&M. Meanwhile, the students are making her new stuff.

La Llorona was the cautionary tale to dissuade kids from trying to swim in the river and irrigation ditches. On the scale of freaking kids out, it's along the lines of Bloody Mary in a dark elementary bathroom: highly effective and nightmare inducing. And now there's a park! Cracks me up again.

Via Boing Boing [link] Really, really bad lawyering ( A real estate lawyer tries act as a copyright attorney to stop a rental service from renting a DVD they bought. Because what the rental service did was completely legal, the lawyer soon descends to making jokes about the owner's height, to challenging the rental service owner to a streetfight, to accusing him of pedophilia ect... )

The links below are multiple blog entries as the lawyer descends further.

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I've heard of La Llorona before--I fear it was cheesy sci fi. Possibly Mutant X. Heh.

Just watched an episode of Graham Norton. Watched it because Orlando Bloom was appearing, but was totally enchanted by Samantha Morton. She's so fucking regular--it's hysterical. Graham's a hoot. Not a weekly sort of a hoot, but bully for him for making the fun fag image profitable. He's certainly working it.