They say clothes don't make the man

And they would be right.However.They still kinda do. Think of that scene in Pride and Prejudice where Mr. Darcy, Mr. Bingley, and Mr. Hurst walk home across the fields after a day of shooting innocent birds that they probably won't even eat. Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley stride along in full-length duster coats, which drape manfully out behind them. This is how you know they are cool. Mr. Hurst lacks the long coat, which is how you know he is dumpy and lame and drinks himself into a red-nosed stupor every night.Ever since I have known him, GH has been strictly a t-shirt & hoodies kind of guy. When the mood strikes he'll don a polo. This works...

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The vissitudes of time

Today I was awoken by a text message from my friend who announced the news of the passing of the, arguably, greatest pop icon in at least 5 decades - Michael Jackson. Be assured I didn't went back to sleep after reading that message. An individual who I admired and respected with immense proportions. His anthems which captured countless hearts of the generations down the timeline and qualified as musical landmarks in history. Billie Jean. Thriller. Beat It. Bad. The list is endless. I can only say I am unfortunate to have missed the golden moment when he bloomed in his full regal prowess with his impeccable performance antics and his signature move Moonwalk.It was believed he died from a sudden cardiac arrest. What a quick and uneventful death that was, to such a man who created such deep,...

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Why I haven't blogged yet this week

a. I am newly pregnant with triplets and have decided to start the bed rest early.b. I got mauled by a bear in the Samurai Sushi parking lot on Girl's Day and have been in the hospital.c. I foolishly agreed to take on a freelance editing project (like a fool) and so am spending every spare minute working on it.Which do you think it is?But yes, I made it home from Alaska safely, if not sanely. I think I'm getting too old for this redeye [stuff]. I was a complete zombie by the time I made it home, approximately 102 hours after I left my parents' house. But I guess I did have it easier than my b-in-law, who is driving a car down from Alaska this very minute through bear-infested lands. Please cross fingers that he doesn't get eat...

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Why hello, pretty Alaska

Sigh. Vacations are so wonderful. Especially when you get to spend them at my parents' house. Have gained 8 pounds from things like chocolate chip cheesecake, brownies, movie popcorn, seafoods dipped in butter, seafoods fried in batter, Costco's chocolate-covered raisins, biscuits & gravy, movie theatre popcorn, ice cream cones, blueberry-macadamia-nut pancakes and I don't even know what else.A real post is coming but I still have a day of vacation left. Tomorrow is Girls Day, wherein my mom and I will do fabulous things like visit yarn stores and eat sushi and drink estrogen shakes. We had to take GH to the airport this morning so he will...

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Evolution for the worse?

I was reading the papers the other day, and an article attracted attention to me, the title of the article reads "Have we lost the ability to feel?" To summarise what the article is about how in this modern world and the daily hassles and monotonous grind of social roles to assume and fulfil, we seemed to have lost the ability to experience life and events in a wholesome manner, to re-inspire our weary souls. I couldn't have agreed more with the writer, for I feel that weighing down on me like stones tied onto my ankles.Isn't it sad?To deepen my sense of melancholy, my recent trip to the Science Centre for the Da Vinci Exhibition made me more embedded on my idea that modern human life is downright lacklustre. To see the sheer amount of inventions and ideas ranging from that wide a range of...

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Flying to Alaska tonight!

Can. Not. Wait.The only stinky thing is that we don't fly out of SLC until 9pm, arriving in Anchorage at 2:30am. (So, you know, 4:30am UT time. Which will be a normal Friday night for GH but not so much for me.) Also? If the TSA people try to take my knitting needles, you watch this space, because there will surely be a blog post on the way entitled "That one time I froke completely out at the airport and got arrested and would totally do it again because there was a principle involved."My poor parents have to drive out to the airport to pick us up. But it's always such a great moment, though, coming down the escalator to see them standing at...

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I love me some Friday

Days like Wednesday make me think I should get a new job. Or just leave the world of work entirely. I don't know if it's the rainy weather, the bad economy, or what, but we were swamped all day long. Children ran and screamed everywhere. The H-B possibly made another appearance, based on the description the PTSDed shelver gave me of the destruction. A toddler slipped out the doors by himself in the melee and they shut behind him (not ON him, mercifully) and he started toddling toward the street before someone saw him and alerted me. Homeless men wandered in and out. People asked me impossible questions like, "I'm looking for that movie that...

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Because step one is making the universe aware of your desires

And in this case Universe = Internet.GH is looking for a new job. They say that when you are on the job hunt you are supposed to tell everyone you know, since 80% of the jobs that get filled do so through networking and referrals rather than the pedestrian old "send in your application" routine. So I am telling everyone and trusting that someone out there is going to help us come across the perfect thing. Here are a few reasons why a new job would be nice:1. There is nowhere to move up to and no way to advance salary-wise in GH's current job, where he writes & produces a morning news show.2. He works the graveyard shift, which means we do not sleep together at night and on the one night a week when we DO sleep together it does not go smoothly on account of we are both used to taking...

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Because letter writing is an endangered art

Dear mother who allowed her small child to sweep an entire shelf of juvenile non-fiction books and, later, about 50 board books out onto the carpet in scattered heaps and then waltzed off without trying to straighten it up or notify anyone of the mess,You are a ho-bag.Love,NemDear everybody else,Here is how to not be a ho-bag while using your library.1. Please keep an eye on children who might be prone to creating such messes. Actually, just keep an eye on your children, period. If you can't see them, that is not good. Seriously. There are freaky people at libraries. And things children might be tempted to climb up and then fall off of. Also sharp corners. And maybe exposed wiring. Who even knows.2. When your child makes a mess, please clean it up. I don't CARE if the other kids were pulling...

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Of ringing ears and a neck that feels decapitated.

So I have put myself through 6 hours of continuous live metal music today at the Resurrection concert. Draining as it were, but it was definitely worth every single ounce of energy as it is not an everyday sight and sound to hear the music that one so fervently adore being played at such an indignant volumes and where its supporters can revel in unison.I was there especially to witness performances from Rudra, Meza Virs and Draconis Infernum, although the other acts were nice introductory listens which offered certain times of auditory and visual enjoyment, the latter being the self-asphysixation with microphone wire act from Meltsgnow.In retrospect, I thoroughly enjoyed every song from the 3 abovementioned bands, with no distinct difference in preference, which created a seamless stream...

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Funniest thing I've seen all week

They recently released the official trailer for New Moon (for the bunker-dwellers, that would be the sequel to Twilight) and I saw it online.My reaction? If I have to pick a team, I am completely back on Jacob's. Or possibly Laurent's, cuz, yeah, hot.These ladies, though? Their reactions are a bit more entertaining than mine. I think my favorite part though was when you hear the stars introduce the trailer. Robert Pattinson comes on sounding all British and "it's all for you, the fans" and Taylor Lautner is all, "Yeah, I'm pretty much adorable" and then we get Kristin Stewart . . .(Note: You can quit around 2:40, the rest of it is just more of the same. And at the very end one of them notices that the MTV Movie Awards are still on, says "Who gives a [flip] about this show?" and turns off...

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I only share this in the fervent hope that it may be useful to you

Because I am like Colonel Brandon/Alan Rickman in that way.So. Here is my advice to the world.If you, by any chance, say, open a Bill Me Later account one October while doing Christmas shopping because Amazon.com promises you an additional discount on your order, that is fine. And then you pay off that initial charge immediately and put your new little Bill Me Later account in the back of your mind as something that was useful during this venture but should probably be cancelled at some point, great.Except here's the thing:When you start getting emails about your Bill Me Later statement, you might choose to just delete them, since you know you don't owe them any money.And when you get statements in the mail from Bill Me Later you might just choose to shred them, unopened, while rolling your...

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But I never got to be a mother!

This morning I reached down past my skirt to scratch my bare leg and felt a large hard lump on my calf. For a split-second I was terrified that it was a tumor and I was about to die. Then I realized that it was my rock-hard, grapefruit-sized calf muscle. On account of I have worked out like 7 times in the past two weeks. And that is the kind of instant gratification with which my body (or at least the leg portion of my body) chooses to reward me.I tell you. It's a good thing they're only 2 feet long and so pale and translucent as to resemble zebra haunches (if they were to make white & blue zebras) because otherwise? These legs would make you cry.(Note: What is extra awesome about my oh-my-gosh-I-have-a-leg-tumor-and-now-I'm-going-to-die experience is that I forgot the part where I already...

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