I can't be trusted with state secrets, apparently
My Dead Celebrity Soulmate? Mata Hari. Choices 2 and 3? Cleopatra and Annie Oakley. :) Link courtesy of TV Squad
My Dead Celebrity Soulmate? Mata Hari. Choices 2 and 3? Cleopatra and Annie Oakley. :) Link courtesy of TV Squad
Lorrie and I walked into our new neighborhood Urban Outfitters last night, and I immediately felt I was in another world…one where I had no clue about fashion, or actual clothing sizes. That’s not much of a stretch, but the feeling passed. I started to notice there’s still an underlying, mundane mall-ness to it all. Not much different from the food court, if the food court had books about sexual positions. ...
One of the hazards of keeping the TV on as background noise while working over a weekend is that you might end up hearing fashion advice for guys. What I just heard: “Sexy tops, lowcut shirts, and skinny jeans” are in for men. Okay, if you’ve seen the pictures in a photographic record, you kind of know what I look like. What I now can’t get out of my head is a picture of me, dressed in a lowcut satin shirt with a sequin pattern and a pair of jeans that look like they were painted on. Suffice it to say, at 5'6" and the approximate weight of an NFL running back, that’s not a good picture, for me or the rest of the world. TV fashion shows should carry liability insurance. ;) ...
Come one, come all! See the amazing “Don’t Marry Career Women” article at Forbes. Marvel at the reasoning! Take a trip back down nostalgia lane to a time when cars were big and women stayed in the kitchen! Seriously, did someone over at Forbes go insane? Here’s the first paragraph: Guys: A word of advice. Marry pretty women or ugly ones. Short ones or tall ones. Blondes or brunettes. Just, whatever you do, don’t marry a woman with a career. ...
Tonight, we saw a bit of Airplane II: The Sequel, and my wife said Buck Murdock reminded her of me. Buck Murdock is played by William Shatner…sweet. :) Quote from Buck: Oh, cut the bleeding heart crap, will ya? We’ve all got our switches, lights, and knobs to deal with, Striker. I mean, down here there are literally hundreds and thousands of blinking, beeping, and flashing lights, blinking and beeping and flashing - they’re flashing and they’re beeping. I can’t stand it anymore! They’re blinking and beeping and flashing! Why doesn’t somebody pull the plug! ...
New Web 2.0 version of the logo, created by the Web 2.0 V2 Logo Creator: Link courtesy of inessential.com :)
A while back, Spam seemed to know me a little too well. Let’s see how familiar it is with me today. A sampling of subject lines: I was just on my cam.. where did you go Well, “Bekki,” I actually just got to my computer…wait, how do you know when I’m at my computer? I’m 19, Want to see me in my dorm? Right, and walk all the way from visitor parking during the summer. Not likely. ...
A WikiHow article on How to Detect Lies. My problem with the article? I do almost all of these, all the time. It’s called being nervous. For instance, #5 points out which direction a person is likely to look if they are telling the truth. I don’t care which direction I’m looking, I’m just looking away so I won’t think the person is staring at me. :) Link courtesy of Lifehacker. Great blog, by the way. ...
Just got back from a great vacation at the beach on Oak Island, NC. I kept a short journal of the trip, so at some point I might bore you all with it. :) Saw a baseball game when we got back. First excursion to the DBAP. A good place to see a ball game. Now we need to hit the GSO Hoppers’ First Horizon Park some time. I’ve been curious about it ever since we first drove past it while visiting my mom. ...
You know, in my day we didn’t have all these fancy, new-fangled meditation rooms and Zen gardens in the student center. ;) I’m hoping the picture is stock, though, because it ends up looking like a small dark corner: When I was going to UNCG, back in the days of flannel shirts and grunge – which fit right in with my love of plaid and not shaving – the quietest spot on campus was the Weatherspoon Art Gallery. Only problem was that you would occasionally feel a little weird if you were just writing a letter and a serious art lover came in. ...