Have just read this article about how if you're fat it's really your husband's fault.
Guess we can just add this to the list of how singles without children are constantly screwed over:
1. Maternity parking spaces
2. The child-bearing induced breast cancer risk reduction
3. Taking responsibility for those 2 bags of chips you ate while watching Frasier
Countdown 3 days, 17 hours, 17 minutes
Thursday, August 31, 2006
re: anonymous comments
Upon request from a friend who went WAY TOO FAR AWAY for grad school, readers can now leave anonymous comments. Or at least you don't have to have a blogger account.
from a recent insomniac, regarding suitcases and hooker boots
Meanwhile, back on the farm, it is now 1:26 am and I naturally cannot sleep due to the incredibly exciting peak of my life experience which will commence in precisely 4 days, 14 hours, 24 minutes, if I am doing my math correctly, which is doubtful.
We finished packing today. Twice, in fact. The original bag we packed for the tour part of the trip was maybe, I don't know, 203 pounds and just generally huge. We decided that this would not work. My parents insisted that there would be some good-hearted young gentleman on the trip willing to tote my large suitcase around for me. Perhaps I could exchange baggage carrying with him, they suggested. No. This is partially because I am highly opposed to being dependent on others for things like, oh, computer-fixing, potato-peeling, and bag-carrying. Thus, we shuffled things around, decreased the total number of items, and managed to fit my tour necessities into 1 very expandable carry-on size suitcase, a duffel bag, and a bookbag. Hooray! My Stratford/London bag is however much larger and rather heavy, but I only have to move it around twice and by golly I will do it myself even if it takes me 4 hours! (Actually, I'm not really that morally opposed to getting help. At least not if it is really going to take me 4 hours.)
We were somewhat concerned about how much space I would have to hold souvenirs and such on the way back. Then I realized, what the heck, I can just leave stuff there! I can assure you I will never again need my Arden Shakespeare volumes of King Henry VI, parts 1, 2 & 3. Why not sell it to a used booksalesman there? And all those toiletries I bought? Eh, they weren't that expensive, just dump them in the trash! And while I'm at it, I've had those hooker boots for a few years, I could just leave them as a souvenir of myself in England!
No, I couldn't survive without the hooker boots.
On a different note: a woman in China decided her dog was intelligent enough to drive. She discovered via a head-on collision that in fact he isn't. Obviously she should have a cat instead. No cat in a car would ever look sane/sober enough to convince the driver that the animal should take the wheel.
Countdown: 4 days, 14 hours, 8 minutes.
We finished packing today. Twice, in fact. The original bag we packed for the tour part of the trip was maybe, I don't know, 203 pounds and just generally huge. We decided that this would not work. My parents insisted that there would be some good-hearted young gentleman on the trip willing to tote my large suitcase around for me. Perhaps I could exchange baggage carrying with him, they suggested. No. This is partially because I am highly opposed to being dependent on others for things like, oh, computer-fixing, potato-peeling, and bag-carrying. Thus, we shuffled things around, decreased the total number of items, and managed to fit my tour necessities into 1 very expandable carry-on size suitcase, a duffel bag, and a bookbag. Hooray! My Stratford/London bag is however much larger and rather heavy, but I only have to move it around twice and by golly I will do it myself even if it takes me 4 hours! (Actually, I'm not really that morally opposed to getting help. At least not if it is really going to take me 4 hours.)
We were somewhat concerned about how much space I would have to hold souvenirs and such on the way back. Then I realized, what the heck, I can just leave stuff there! I can assure you I will never again need my Arden Shakespeare volumes of King Henry VI, parts 1, 2 & 3. Why not sell it to a used booksalesman there? And all those toiletries I bought? Eh, they weren't that expensive, just dump them in the trash! And while I'm at it, I've had those hooker boots for a few years, I could just leave them as a souvenir of myself in England!
No, I couldn't survive without the hooker boots.
On a different note: a woman in China decided her dog was intelligent enough to drive. She discovered via a head-on collision that in fact he isn't. Obviously she should have a cat instead. No cat in a car would ever look sane/sober enough to convince the driver that the animal should take the wheel.
Countdown: 4 days, 14 hours, 8 minutes.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Today's news coverage
So, three interesting bits of news gleaned from the internet:
Scientists have declared that Pluto is no longer a planet. It is instead a "Dwarf Planet." Asked why they changed the status, government astronomers explained that well, they had to at least look like they were doing something.
Anyone over the age of 18 (or with a fake ID) can now purchase the Plan B contraceptive, also known as the "Morning-after pill", without a prescription. This is certainly a positive step considering that hundreds of ignorant Americans will probably accidentally kill themselves by not reading the directions. It's natural selection at work. Meanwhile, an anonymous college student states that she is "grateful that the traditional "Walk of Shame" has gotten a little bit shorter."
And finally, shock of the day: France has dedicated 2000 troops to keeping peace in Lebanon. Did anyone else not know that they have a military? (I know, I know--cheap shot. But it really is appalling.)
P.S. Cheer on Lindsay Davenport in the U.S. Open (tennis people, tennis)!
Scientists have declared that Pluto is no longer a planet. It is instead a "Dwarf Planet." Asked why they changed the status, government astronomers explained that well, they had to at least look like they were doing something.
Anyone over the age of 18 (or with a fake ID) can now purchase the Plan B contraceptive, also known as the "Morning-after pill", without a prescription. This is certainly a positive step considering that hundreds of ignorant Americans will probably accidentally kill themselves by not reading the directions. It's natural selection at work. Meanwhile, an anonymous college student states that she is "grateful that the traditional "Walk of Shame" has gotten a little bit shorter."
And finally, shock of the day: France has dedicated 2000 troops to keeping peace in Lebanon. Did anyone else not know that they have a military? (I know, I know--cheap shot. But it really is appalling.)
P.S. Cheer on Lindsay Davenport in the U.S. Open (tennis people, tennis)!
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