Okay, so list Friday is a little late this week. I actually did write it on Friday, on my friends' couch, and then I was going to post it when I got home. But then we started playing Wii and suddenly it was hours later and after midnight. So it's really not my fault that this is late. It's Nintendo's fault.
Things That 'Freaks and Geeks' and 'How I Met Your Mother' Have In Common
-Jason Segel
-Foxy boxing
-'Summer Breeze' by Seals and Croft
People I Want To Be When I Grow Up (fictonal and otherwise)
-Diane Keaton
-Nancy Drew
-Leslie Feist
-Audrey Hepburn
-CJ Craig
-not the old man from Bulk Cheese Warehouse, unlike SOME people I know
6.22.2007
#19 - LIST FRIDAY, Third Edition
Alas, there will only be two lists this week because I have still not finished cleaning my house.
Websites I Visit On A Regular Basis, or That I Don't Visit That Often But Still Like A Lot (divided into handy categories, because I spend waaaay to much time on my computer)
Blogs:
- McKenzie, Matt and Kaiya's (even though none of you have updated in ages)
- Brotherhood 2.0 (also My Pants)
- Rockets in the Night (Ned Vizzini)
- Sparks Fly Up (John Green)
- Ze Frank
- Heartache with Hard Work
Web comics:
Misc:
- DeviantArt
- RPL
- Book-A-Minute and Movie-A-Minute
- TV Links
- McSweeney's Lists
- epguides.com
- LibraryThing
Favorite TV Theme Songs
- The Office
- How I Met Your Mother
- The Nanny
- The Black Donnellys (not really a song, but I like clapping along to the BAM BAM BAM BAM-BAM-BAM BAM BAM BAM)
- Veronica Mars
- Fraggle Rock
- The West Wing (I love this song, it always makes me feel better, and I like waving my arms like a conductor)
- Scrubs
- The Daily Show
6.21.2007
#18 - Run You Hot and Cold Like a Rheostat
I mean a thermostat.
So, I didn't want to go a whole new week without writing anything except list Friday, but I have been sitting here for a good half hour now and not one thing I have written has been coherent. I think I might have to do this in point form, which is kind of like a list only not really because there won't be any real* theme.
*'real' is not the word I wanted to use here, but I couldn't think of the one I actually meant. I kept thinking 'overriding' but that is not right. Suggestions anyone.
So, I didn't want to go a whole new week without writing anything except list Friday, but I have been sitting here for a good half hour now and not one thing I have written has been coherent. I think I might have to do this in point form, which is kind of like a list only not really because there won't be any real* theme.
- My house is a disaster. My dad has been gone for four days and the whole place has gone to shit. Case and point: I just stepped on a fork.
- I also haven't worked in four days, and it's messing with my head. How did I go four months this summer and fall without a job? It is shocking that I did not become a complete hermit.
- The last episode ever of Studio 60 is on tonight. I am going to have to write start watching West Wing re-runs again for my Sorkin fix. Note: Kate, if you are reading this, I caught a snippet yesterday and Fitterer was there, so calm yourself.
- I went for supper with my grandparents at their retirement home tonight. Never has it been clearer where my terrible lack of social skills comes from. I always though my uncle Dave set the McCashin standard for immense dislike of interacting with strangers , but no, it's my grandmother. My grandpa actually loves talking to people, but only so he can mock them later. It would seem that I have inherited this trait also.
- I am really sick of both the colour and title of this blog. Perhaps I will change it someday soon.
I have to go clean my house now. That fork really hurt me. See you tomorrow for List Friday!
*'real' is not the word I wanted to use here, but I couldn't think of the one I actually meant. I kept thinking 'overriding' but that is not right. Suggestions anyone.
6.15.2007
#17 - LIST FRIDAY, Second Edition
Holy crap, it's already Friday again.
Okay, so I couldn't decide what list to do, guys. So I am going to do ALL OF THEM.
Okay, so I couldn't decide what list to do, guys. So I am going to do ALL OF THEM.
Favorite Sauces
- sweet and sour
- seafood sauce (mmm, horseradish)
- chocolate
- ketchup
- pesto (because it counts dammit)
- marinara
- alfredo
- caramel
States I Can Name Off The Top Of My Head
- Delaware
- Wisconsin
- New York
- New Jersey
- South Carolina
- North Carolina
- South Dakota
- North Dakota
- Ohio
- New Mexico
- Montana
- Colorado
- Georgia
- Mississippi
- Nebraska
- Illinois
- Michigan
- Florida
- California
- Nevada
- Maine
- Rhode Island
- Conneticut
- New Hampshire
- Texas
- Arizona
- Alaska
- Oregon
- Washington
- Alabama
- Utah
- Idaho
- Pennsylvania
- Vermont
- Hawaii
- Tennesee
- Kansas
- Ok!-lahoma
- Indiana
39! THAT IS PRETTY DAMN GOOD PEOPLE!!!!!
Things On My Desk
- My U of R acceptance letter
- my camera
- blank CDs
- a Blockbuster case (I am not telling you which movie)
- DVDs of: Almost Famous, Slings and Arrows, The Godfather, Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, The Commitments, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, The Office (season 2, US version), and a bunch of my dad's old westerns
- envelopes
- staples
- stapler
- a bunch of CDs (including: two mixes, two Stars CDs, Matt's copy of Seven Swans and the newest Nellie McKay)
- a photo of my mom, my dad, my sister and I
- a penny
My Favorite Last Words
- "Lady, you shot me!" - Sam Cooke
- "Dammit, don't you dare ask God to help me!" - Joan Crawford
- "This isn't Hamlet, you know. It's not meant to go into the bloody ear." - Laurence Olivier
- "Now, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies." - Voltaire, after being asked by a priest to renounce Satan
6.08.2007
#16 - LIST FRIDAY, First Edition
So, I love Fridays. And I love lists. So it only makes sense that I would post a new list every Friday right? Right!
Today's list:
Words I Like (alphabetically).
Today's list:
Words I Like (alphabetically).
- ampersand
- bounce
- cameo
- diagram
- Edwardian
- fathom
- garnish ("That caviar is a garnish!")
- haberdashery
- indubitably
- jealousy
- kismet
- mouth
- nefarious
- opaque (not to be confused with 'oblique', they are not the same thing at all)
- petulant
- quagmire
- resin
- situate
- traipse
- utterly
- vanish
- white
- xenphobia (mainly because of it's defition: a fear of strangers or foreigners, or anything that is strange... or foreign)
- young
- zig (but not zag)
I am currently taking requests for next Friday's list!
6.03.2007
#15 - Ballad of a Lonely Construction Worker
Today after work I helped my dad put the baseboards (that does not look like a real word!) and crown molding (moulding? I'm not sure. I hope it's the former...) in my room. I volunteer for this sort of thing from time to time because it makes me feel incredibly competent and handy.
Normally I find a way to mess these things up in such a way that my father decides within the first ten minutes or so that I am doing more harm than good and asks me to please go do something less destructive. Not this time though! I take this to mean I am improving. Unfortuantely, when I volunteer for these sorts of things I am always sort of counting on being dismissed in short order. After the first fifteen minutes or so I got bored and ended up playing with the little plastic army men on my back deck.
Why are there plastic army men on my back deck you ask? Excellent question. I have no idea. They were there when the snow melted. They come in handy though. Apparently my father often bores the people he enlists with renovations because last weekend my uncle Pat spent a great deal of time arranging them into different battle situations. He particularly enjoyed setting them up so all the regular sized plastic soldiers were being commanded by the single, very tiny, plastic soldier*.
Anyway, the moral of the story is to be careful what you enthusiastically agree to, because you just might not screw it up enough to get out of it. This can lead to a great deal of horrors, including (but not limited to): splinters, sunburns, the transformation of one's back deck into a warzone with tiny plastic bodies strewn everywhere, and repeatedly being referred to as 'Wilbur' by one's father, for no fathomable reason whatsoever.
Consider yourself warned.
*Methinks if Patrick had lived in Europe in early 19th century he would've been something of a Bonapartist.
Normally I find a way to mess these things up in such a way that my father decides within the first ten minutes or so that I am doing more harm than good and asks me to please go do something less destructive. Not this time though! I take this to mean I am improving. Unfortuantely, when I volunteer for these sorts of things I am always sort of counting on being dismissed in short order. After the first fifteen minutes or so I got bored and ended up playing with the little plastic army men on my back deck.
Why are there plastic army men on my back deck you ask? Excellent question. I have no idea. They were there when the snow melted. They come in handy though. Apparently my father often bores the people he enlists with renovations because last weekend my uncle Pat spent a great deal of time arranging them into different battle situations. He particularly enjoyed setting them up so all the regular sized plastic soldiers were being commanded by the single, very tiny, plastic soldier*.
Anyway, the moral of the story is to be careful what you enthusiastically agree to, because you just might not screw it up enough to get out of it. This can lead to a great deal of horrors, including (but not limited to): splinters, sunburns, the transformation of one's back deck into a warzone with tiny plastic bodies strewn everywhere, and repeatedly being referred to as 'Wilbur' by one's father, for no fathomable reason whatsoever.
Consider yourself warned.
*Methinks if Patrick had lived in Europe in early 19th century he would've been something of a Bonapartist.
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