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butterflies are free

Butterflies remember caterpillar experiences. Am I the only one who finds this ridiculously evocative? Imagine what it would be like to have memories of being an entirely different creature. I wonder if they’re dim or vivid. Are butterflies self-aware? I sort of hope not, since the tests that brought this discovery to light are somewhat [...]

I have the power, except when I don’t

Hi, I’m Adam, Prince of Eternia, defender of the secrets of…er, no.
Where was I? Oh yeah. I blow-dried my hair the other day. Big deal, you say - but what you don’t realize is that I haven’t actually blow-dried my hair the entire time we’ve lived in this apartment. So, like, eight months? And it’s [...]

go ahead and quote me about that quote

I was reading Work Happy today, as I do, and there was a quote from Tiger Woods about his philosophy on life:
The greatest thing about tomorrow is, I will be better than I am today.
And I realized…that’s pretty much the antithesis of the way I look at my life.
If I’m not good at something [...]

a little bit of this, a little bit of that

I just - just! - had lunch, so my brain is all ping-tastic and fluttering hither and thither. Thither. I don’t think I’ve ever used that word without hither attached to it - have you? I am scampering to Merriam Webster right now to see the fun I have been missing.
Well, so. Here I am [...]

resolve face

Happy New Year, internets! It’s an even-numbered year, which always makes me feel vaguely twitchy, but I have high hopes for 2008. If I knew anything about numerology I’d probably have something pithy to say about the auspiciousness of all the numbers adding up to 1, but I don’t, so I’ll just…move on to something [...]

hypochondriacs do it with Google

I have weird pain in my side. Not the appendix side; the other one. Feels like stabbing and burning. Not So says it’s probably my stomach, and he’s probably right, but will that stop me from fretting? It will not.
Honestly, it’s probably stress-related. This whole working-like-a-mad-person so I won’t have time to feel any pesky [...]

visual-free since ‘93*

I was going to post a picture, but I’m on Not So’s laptop, which means I’m only using one browser, which means - you really want to hear this? Okay - I’m not logged in to Flickr under my Cranky Mama alias, so I can’t grab the code for the image I want. The short [...]

truncated

Today’s entry is going to be short, I’m afraid. Very short. In fact…this is it.
Tomorrow’s will be longer. I promise.
Cheers, all.

cough, cough

Or, I guess, sniffle sniffle would be more accurate, but whatevs. I’m getting sick. I can feel it in my head, in my poor beleaguered sinuses, in my cannot-drag-self-out-of-bed-to-save-life-ness. I woke up this morning and immediately needed a nap. Waking up: it’s harder than it looks!
But I don’t have time to be sick…or do I? [...]

yawn

I am full of tired. We just got back from a baby shower for one of Not So’s coworkers, which was a surprising amount of fun (I say ’surprising’ because I usually shrink in fear from social occasions which involve people I don’t know). Happy Fun Baby ran around with the other kids and had [...]