My dad said, “post something to keep the homefires a-burnin’!”
Like he can just take the rest of the summer off and make me do this instead.
As I stated before: I am lazy. For today, at least. Thus I instigate (dun dun DUN) an open thread! Cool beans! If you’ve never posted a comment on the Nightwriter blog before, I dare you to. To all you regulars- Welcome back! I’ll think of something to start with.
Oh, I’m ready for it
Come on, bring it.
Oh, I’m ready for it
Come on, bring it.
Oh, I’m ready for it
Come on, bring it.
Oh, I’m ready for it
Come on, bring it.So kiss me goodbye.
Honey, I’m gonna make it out alive.
So kiss me goodbye.
I can see the (tubesock) in your eyes.
Goodbye.
So my dad kinda has this strange idea that “Snakes on a Plane” somehow corrolates with Sock Wars.
What is this “Sock Wars”, you ask? I’ll tell ya.
It’s basically like capture the flag, but you chuck socks at each other instead of a ball; the two teams’ home bases are artfully piled mounds of cardboard; and the flag is a glowstick instead of a flag, because it is played in the dark.
The War starts on *August 18th.
Think that you can handle it?
If you’re interested, talk to my peeps using the contact info.
*Part of the b-day festivities!
I know that all of you have been eagerly awaiting the premiere of the show that I described in this post a while back.
“Instant Beauty Pageant” (Mall of America episode) will apparently be airing this weekend on the Style Network, which is on Comcast and Dish Network in the Twin Cities, but not DirectTV. It broadcasts this Friday at 10 p.m., and again at 1 a.m., 8 a.m. and noon on Saturday. Yet again on Sunday at 11 a.m., 9 p.m., and Monday at 12 a.m. and 12 p.m. (all CST).
Gosh, I wonder if anyone will see it?
I was an innocent bystander working at one of the shops the crew visited, and they snuck up on me with the camera and lights. I don’t know if I’m in the show or not, but keep a look out for the dark-haired girl with eyes bigger than a deer’s in headlights.
PS: Just twenty-four more days!
Hi guys! Wow, it’s been a long time. I almost don’t know what to say! Almost.
So, there’s this Swedish scientist named Jarl Flensmark who thinks that wearing high-heels makes people schizophrenic and subject to other mental disorders (HT: Samantha Burns). I think he’s absolutely nuts. I wear high heels all the time and there’s nothing wrong with me!
I am, however, the girl who puts on her heels right before leaving the house and takes them off right when she reaches her destination, such as church. My pastor asks me if we’re standing on holy ground.
Apparently, “during walking, synchronised stimuli from mechaneroceptors in the lower extremities increase activity in cerebellothalamo-cortico-cerebellar loops through their action on NMDA- receptors.”
Followin’ me here? And no, a mechaneroceptor is not a dinosaur.
“Using heeled shoes leads to weaker stimulation of the loops. Reduced cortical activity changes dopaminergic function, which involves the gangliathalamo-cortical-nigro-basal ganglia loops.”
Basically Jarl is saying that walking in heels can prevent the neuro-receptors in the calf muscles from releasing dopamine, which is a necessary compound for mental well-being. Thanks Jarl. Sure you haven’t been wearing your heels to work lately?
He also points out that wherever heeled shoes have popped up around the world, so have mental institutions.
Hmmm. You know, I wonder if this has any connecton with me failing the insanity test (if the link makes you laugh, you’re insane).
BONUS! Random stuff!
What is Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia?
Thanks for the meme, Kevin. Don’t you have anyone better to tag?
Sitcoms? I don’t watch TV. No, not because my dad hogs it, I just fell out of the habit when I was in Beauty School. I didn’t have time, and when I did, there were better things to do than flip through 1000 channels and say “there’s nothing on!”
My life is sooooo much cooler than any sitcom character’s, anyway. I can’t think of any that I would want to be, so I’ll let the people who still check out blogs (even though its Summer) pick some out for me.
I reject your meme, and substitute my own!
Yep, it’s that time of year again. The time of year where we start thinking about and planning for one of the most important events that mark a revolutionary change in the history of America; nay,nay, the world!
“Independence Day,” you say?
No! My birthday! What do you think? Gosh!
Yes, that famous date, 8/18/88.
Do you know what that means?
GOLDEN BIRTHDAY!
And since I want this day formally acknowledged, I decided to buy myself an early birthday present. Ahhh, the benefits of working in formal dress store. Here it is!
WE INTERRUPT THIS PROGRAM FOR SOME BREAKING NEWS:
THE MALL DIVA HAD WEETABIX FOR BREAKFAST THIS MORNING. YES, THANKS TO TOM, WHO SUPPLIED IMPORTANT INFORMATION ON THE WHEREABOUTS OF THIS CEREAL, WHICH CAN INDEED BE FOUND AT TARGET.
Now back to your original programming.
What? I’m not going to show you, it would ruin the surprise! Stay tuned for the big reveal that will take place in 58 days, or 8 weeks and 2 days if you prefer.
(And no, that bag does not contain a body – dead or otherwise.)
While we were staying in Quilty, Ireland, I discovered my new favorite breakfast item: Weetabix. It’s a gray brick and looks kind of like the pellets we feed to our guinea pig………never mind.
Anyway, you just put it in your bowl and pour some milk on it like normal cereal. It soaks up the milk just like a sponge! Don’t pour too much milk, though, or it gets all soggy and nasty. Then sprinkle several tablespoons of sugar on top and you’re good to go!
Or if you want to be unconventional, I guess you could dip it in your morning cup o’ joe or Mountain Dew, but that would be weird.
But now I have a dilemma because I don’t know where to get my Weetabix fix, so I’m sending out a plea for help:
Does anyone know where in the Twin Cities I can get the weety goodness before I go through withdrawal?
So, we arrived on Sunday around 8:45 a.m. our time, 2:45 a.m. CST. After landing, we didn’t rest, but went and saw some sights, like Trafalgar(tra-FAL-grr) Square. I was really too tired to enjoy anything very much except our dinner, which I am proud to say I didn’t fall asleep in.
One thing that I have noticed is that everyone here has great jeans. They’re the kind that actually fit; even for the guys, they don’t sag halfway to their knees.
Have you ever felt like you’re being watched? Well, for me, it’s not just a feeling. People have been openly staring at us for some reason, and it bugs me. It’s not like we look any different.
Anyway, I’m sure you all want to know why we were asked to leave the
Tower of London. It was because it was closing time. We were taking a tour of the tower, and at the end, walked through the Bloody Tower onto Raleigh’s Way (which were also the battlements) and I stood on it and looked over and started reciting the lines of the French soldier in Monty Python’s Holy Grail. “Don’t come back or I will taunt you a second time! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!” Just about the time I got to ” you silly Eenglish Knnnn-iggits!” the Yeoman Warder at the end of the battlement said “Alright, everyone time to leave!” I think he was offended.
And now for something completely different! Happy belated birthday to Uncle Benny! Here’s your present — a birthday finger-wagging in front of Big Ben!
Here’s something of interest for Kevvy-Wevvy, the oldest breech-loading guns in the Tower (can you see me in the picture?):
Hi, guys! This is my obligatory blog.
New music review!
The band is Angels and Airwaves. The song is “The Adventure”.
This is a new band from Tom DeLonge, who was 1/3 of the pop/punk trio Blink182. I listened to the song one time and went and downloaded it.I heard it on Drive105, which I listen to because I love alternative music. It’s pret-ty sweet, yo.
One thing I really like about Drive105 is that they play all this rockin’ music before stations like KDWB get ahold of them and play them into the dirt. Which is incredibly obnoxious.
So, yeah! You should go and check this band out. They are h-o-t-t hot!
See you at Keegan’s!
As Americans, we like food. We like to have it as fast as possible, and the bigger, the better. Thus, fast-food. At least, that’s what it’s called, though I’m not sure that it really qualifies in the “food” department.
Anyway, apparently 1 in 4 Americans visits a fast-food restaurant every day. French fries are the most eaten veggie in the U.S. They are linking these stats (and more!) to this one: 60% of all American’s are overweight or obese. Just some fun facts for ya’.
Morgan Spurlock, the producer/director of the documentary “Supersize Me”, asks: “Is it our(American’s) fault for lacking self-control, or are fast-food corporations to blame?”
Hmmm…Let me think about that one.
How exactly are the fast-food corporations to blame for Amercans not being able to control themselves? It’s not like secret agents from McDonald’s are walking around holding guns to 1 in 4 American heads and forcing them to eat fast-food! What would they say to threaten them, “Eat this and/or die”? Right.
I’ve heard of a couple girls that sued Micky D’s because eating their food made them get fat and sick. My question is, how much did they eat to get that way? Was someone force-feeding them, or were they just being piggies all by themselves? Wasn’t there an alternative nearby like, say, Subway?
The World Health Organization has declared obesity a global epidemic, but it seems that people are more worried about who to blame than about how to make a change for the better in their own lives.
Sure, you can point your finger at fast-food places all you want, but ultimately, you are resposible for what you put in your mouth.
And when it comes right down to it, if people started taking charge of their diets and not eating at fast-food joints, don’t you think those joints would notice and start making changes of their own? Numbers don’t lie — whether on they’re on bottom line or your bathroom scale!