Posts Tagged ‘random stuff’
The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Frustration is: Anticipating a million details and getting screwed by detail number million-and-one.
Yes, that was random. But I just had to get it out.
Cats
I’m getting tired of the comments war going on in the thread below. SSDD. So here’s a thread for you all to talk about… um… cats. Yeah, cats. That’ll do.
What is it about bloggers and cats, anyway? I don’t own a cat – never have, never will (though I did have a pet bunny rabbit). Some cats are cute, but they seem pretty anti-social for the most part. Especially the ones that hiss and claw. I guess I’m just not a cat person.
And yet it seems that there are more photos of cats on blogs all over the web than there is, well, pretty much anything else. The term “catblogging” is a longtime staple in the blogosphere, but I’ve never heard anyone refer to, say, “dogblogging”, or “fishblogging”.
Something to ponder.
Random thoughts
- It’s Wednesday, aka humpday. (Which could have multiple meanings depending on who you ask.)
- Fajita Wednesday at 3 Amigos is the perfect midweek pick-me-up. Especially with those really good frozen strawberry pina coladas. Mmmmmm.
- It’s too early to be this cold and mid-winter-like! I’m in total denial. I’m still insisting on wearing my fall jacket, and I’ve yet to change my tires.
- There’s nothing like spending time with someone who has just returned home after a decade-long absence and is completely enthralled by the snow and cold to make you appreciate it laugh at them.
- Do sheep shrink when it rains?
Mmmm doughnuts
I’ve decided that the ultimate in cruelty is bringing a box of fresh Krispy Kreme doughnuts to the office on a Friday. How on earth do they expect me to resist???
Note to self
Never go to the hairdresser on a bad hair day with the instructions “I’m sick of my hair, do something different”.
Ah well, I suppose it’ll grow back . . . eventually.
Chocolate chip addiction?
Sitting here eating chocolate chips and wondering, seriously, if I may be addicted to them.
Shhhhh
If a tree falls in the forest and it doesn’t make a sound . . . then I want to work in that forest. It’s gotta be quieter than my office.