10 June 2010

The Sun is Getting Busy, Baby

Current mood: anxious

But Mariella just smiled as she skipped down the road
because she knew all the secrets in her world.
yeah, she always got the crossword puzzle right every day
and she could do the alphabet backwards, without making any mistakes.
~ “Mariella” by Kate Nash

I lost my self-control this week with regards to not reading the news. I know that people want to keep up with current events; but let’s be realistic; most current events are about devastation (BP and some oil leak) and mayhem (the little Dutch boy and his murder addiction). Yet, I had to look; had to be “in the know”, as they say. Due to my curiosity, I now know that the sun is pissed and it is going to start sending solar storms our way, possibly interfering with satellite communication or killing us all – the scientists just don’t know. Poor Abby Sunderland, the 16 year-old girl sailing around the globe solo, is missing somewhere in the Indian Ocean. Oh, and I am pretty sure that Lindsay Lohan is drinking again. All of this scary stuff is making me agoraphobic.

To make matters worse, NBF is heading to Bloomington this weekend, to find a place to live and meet his law professors. I will be holed up in my house, wearing tin foil on my head to prevent solar flare radiation, and studying for that damn exam I take next week. Luckily for me, I will also be peddling my Second Base Preservation Society t-shirts in front of the Papillion Devil-Mart for 4 hours on Saturday. Stop on by to purchase a t-shirt and some raffle tickets or to make a donation to the cause. Or better yet, make a donation directly on the website: www.the3day.org/goto/jtuck2010 .

On a positive note, my favourite TV shows are back on the air for their summer seasons. This, my friends, makes me so very happy. In fact, one of these aforementioned shows allowed me to view one of the most humbling commercials on TV – the Twix commercial where the guy asks the girl at the party to go back to his place and when she gets insulted, he takes a bite of his Twix, then says he thought she was someone who liked to blog about her ideals – to which she responds, “Oh, I love blogging.” And she goes home with him – where it is safe to assume, no blogging actually went on. While I seldom blog about my ideals (Prince Harry for American King) I do like to think that blogging females are not as naïve and gullible as the chick in the commercial. While it is true that we assume people want to read the thoughts pouring out of our heads, we are not so naïve to believe that a guy would take us home for our thoughts. LOL that is just plain silliness.

PUBLIC NOTE: Free Beer for anyone who helps me move boxes this weekend from one storage unit to another. It will literally take less than an hour.

PERSONAL NOTE: I cannot wait to meet Imacoolbaby

CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: *wink wink* *nudge nudge*

Eidetic Vision

Main Entry: ei·det·ic Pronunciation: I-'det-ik Function: adjective : marked by or involving extraordinarily accurate and vivid recall especially of visual images - an eidetic memory Merriam-Webster's Dictionary, © 2002 Merriam-Webster, Inc.