Do people use non-electric pencil sharpeners anymore? I mean, when they're not typing on a computer, texting, etc?
Yes. I'm far too thrifty and protective of my colored pencils and drawing pencils to watch an electric sharpener chew them up.
I read a comment somewhere that Kobe Bryant's wife had it more right: she was at the press conference, but was staring him down like "You motherFUCKER" the whole time.
This is the sort of option I'd like to see. Like, philandering husband thinks wife is there to stand by him in silent support, whereas wife glares at him more and more angrily as the conference goes on until he says something a little too condescending and she goes to town on him with a desk stapler.
until he says something a little too condescending and she goes to town on him with a desk stapler.
Or, how about an electric pencil sharpener? Just to tie the threads together.
until he says something a little too condescending and she goes to town on him with a desk stapler.
love this. I think "I'm sorry I didn't live up to expectations" would qualify.
Speaking of kitchen gadgets that look annoying to clean but I totally need anyway, I present this totally awesome whisk.
Silda is a smart cookie, and very tough. I doubt anyone is forcing her to do what she doesn't want to do. I don't like the idea that she's not doing this for her own reasons-- maybe her kids, or her divorce settlement, or her other ambitions after this.
The children part is what makes me craziest. If she doesn't kick his ass to the curb the lesson she teaches the 3 daughters isn't one I would teach my daughters. Personal button. My neighbor's husband treated her like crap in front of their sons all the time. Now the grown sons treat women like crap. Kids learn from our actions people.
Oh, most excellent whisk! It wouldn't be hard to clean for liquids.
Craigslist ad for Silda: [link]
Does anybody doubt I'm a blade type?
I did tell you guys the story of the blowhard copier repair guy, who had to "make conversation" (but--why? Fix the copier, and leave!) by talking to me about ...things. In one instance, his gun collection. He seemed to feel I wasn't responding with enough eye-batting adoration--or maybe I just had an itchy spork that day. "...went BOOM!" he finished his saga of weekend black powder events.
I fixed him with a sweet smile, an unflinching eye, and a soft voice. "I don't like things that go boom," I told him. "I like things that go ssssssnnniccckkk."
His eyes got a little buggy, he went a little pale. "Wh-what d'you mean?"
"The katana, wakizashi, and the cavalry sabre I own. Plus my kitchen knives: the cleaver, the 10-inch chef, the butcher knife with the eighth-inch tang, and the Finnish filet knives, all smooth blond wood and edges so smooth you don't know you've been cut till you see the blood. You know, sssssnnnnniickkkkt!"
He turned a little green, and found conversation less necessary after that.
BevDog! remains, as always, awesome.
The iron man triathlete guy in my dept is bugged by my BK Wednesdays. Finds it IMPOSSIBLE that I have had BK at least once a week for most of 5 years. Eat it Health/Fit boy, that's how I roll.
