I’ve added a few links to my blogroll, and I think they’re worth mentioning.
Avitable is wonderfully frank, and his off-color humor never fails to entertain.
Sarcastica is a charming Canadian girl, with a true gift with words.
Joel Dueck is an insightful and extremely creative type. His is in podcast format most of the time.
Sarah over at A Child’s Romance, is an extremely gifted poet. She’s just started blogging, so lets all try to get her some readers and traffic, eh?
A few days ago, I was going to dinner with my girlfriend. Close to her house, there is a 3-road intersection, that does not allow any turning while the light is red because right turns are not necessarily protected there. Turning right illegally at that intersection happens to be one of my girlfriend’s greatest pet peeves.
We were talking, and I wasn’t particularly paying attention to driving, so I came up to the red light, stopped, saw nothing was coming, and instinctively took my privilege of turning right on red. She (rather overly, if you ask me) emphatically told me that I wasn’t supposed to do that. How could I not have seen the sign? What if I got a ticket? What was I thinking? I sort of shrugged it off, and we parked at the restaurant which wasn’t too far away.
As we were walking in, she asked again what I would do if I got a ticket. Rather smugly, I said, oh, I’d just tell the judge that I had…” WHAM. Right about that time, my shoulder met with the corner of what I assume to be the electrical switch of the large, lighted sign for the restaurant. Much to my surprise (and chagrin) the encounter was less than amicable, and the resulting and sudden pain in my shoulder prompted me to flail my arms up defensively, tossing my phone in the process.
Nevermind that my phone flew directly in front of my girlfriend. She was too busy already doubled over laughing to try to save it from a death-drop to the concrete. Thanks.
Rubbing my shoulder and picking up my phone, “I’d tell him I had my mind on other things,” I finished, but at that point, I decided I should probably shut up, lest I run smack into the doors of the place. Besides, it’s too hard to talk when the both of you can’t stop laughing.
After a tough week of school, including midterms, papers, a conference, and a million other things, I decided to take a break tonight and make a new header and a new color scheme. Rachelskirts didn’t even make me.
I’ve been wanting to do something with greens for a while now, but I always had trouble with it. Here’s the green. Like my last design, there’s a whole lot of it. If you don’t like green, sorry!
Anyways. Thoughts? Comments? Broken things that I need to fix? Let me know!
Per the usual, thanks to Squidfingers for the pattern.
Does anyone else like cookies? I’m a big fan of them. I hear from some older adults that we (and our parents) are a cookie generation, while many of the older people of the United States aren’t so much for cookies. I’m not sure of the veracity of this, but I figure it’s as plausible as any theory on the cosmopolitan trends of baked goods.
Anyway, today in Literary Criticism, a group presented to us on feminist criticism. They brought home-baked cookies with which to win us over. They were so good, I used my crappy phone camera to take a picture so you all could be jealous of the wonderful cookies that we had today.
So, compliments of the feminist criticism group, I give to you these cookies (excuse the quality of the image. The camera in my phone really does suck. A lot.)
They were some fine cookies, especially since they followed the mantra from one of my favorite childhood stories, If you Give a Mouse a Cookie…, and they had some milk for us to wash down the cookies.
