Conversations Inspired by The Oatmeal

Brown Paper Packages Tied Up With String

Growing up I listened to this odd collection of music (thanks mom and dad) of Motown on 8-track and Country, 50s music and musicals on reel-to-reel or record. To say my musical preferences are eclectic would be an understatement. Am I music guru, no. I know what I like and I could care less if everyone agrees with me or not.

Listening to Adele's new album 21 and it sounds like a cross of what my parents would separately listen to. Old country was like Rhythm & Blues in the aspect that there was soul to the music. You heard the wail of the singer and emotion they were conveying you felt with every note. I know that's why I enjoy her music so much, plus it reminds me of sitting outside on a summer day with a whiskey and honey on the rocks.

New Addiction

I have a new addiction and it comes in the form of a Fantasy/Horror series. The Sabina Kane novels (Red-Headed Stepchild and The Mage in Black) by Jaye Wells paired wells with the Girl Scout cookies I devoured this weekend.

Sabina Kane is a half vampire/half mage (magician) who is an assassin in the first book. I hate spoilers so that's as much as I'm going to give you. These two books I read over a couple of days. Now I'm sitting here waiting for the third book Green-Eyed Demon to be released on Wednesday. Wish it was Tuesday instead of Monday, but I should be off finishing the The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest.

Hope my ninja skills don't kick in and make me want to kick some ass, I'm not in shape for that right now.

Tense

I have a bad habit. It has to do with tenses and run-ons. I'm aware of these failings in my writing and with every edit I catch more and change them. Sometimes though, it's just easier to change tenses (past to present and back again) because that's how my mind operates.

So mind the dust as I'm working work on it. Damn people, judging me with your judgey judge eyes. You think I can't hear your thoughts?

P.S. I know you just ate that cookie and you should feel guilty about it because cellulite isn't cute on anyone. How do you like that little piece of judgement.

RADIOHEAD!

Radiohead's New Album is out today. Who's the excited girl? I AM! I AM!

The King of Limbs

You Cruel Little Bitches

These little girls are the ones you hate, but love so dearly because they bring something more sacred dessert. Yes, I'm talking about the Girl Scouts and their delectable cookies.

They are so delicious and I am starting to believe these little drug dealers have actual narcotics in them. Everyone salivates at the thought of a Thin Mint, Samoa, Do-Si-Do, Trefoil, etc. Only those with fortified will power can resist the urge to tackle the little demons who bring the treats of desire, just for one...more...box.

I bought 5 boxes (stop judging me, I'm sharing) and have started to offer them up to people at work while secretly praying that they are all on their perpetual diets.

If you see me with chocolate on my face and cookie crumbs on my chest, please be kind and just look away.




Who let the Sugar Free cookie get in?

 

Hoe vs. LaCrosse Sticks

 Bwahahahahahaha!  We're not dealing with the Mensa folks here. Here's the article in the Frederick News Post.

Late to the BSG Party, but I Brought the Frakking Beer

My roommate told me she was addicted to BSG a couple of years ago and I heard the people at work gush about it, but it was on the SciFi (now ScyFy) channel and I don't get cable. I disregarded the show, that was until it became available on Netflix instant streaming. Ok, fine. I'll add it.

Oh FRAK! The show was so addicting that I lost sleep for weeks trying to get through the 4 seasons. I finished right around Christmas and it made me a little sad for it. The writing, the acting, the storyline in general was so great! One by one other friends started to watch it around the same time, so there was a gaggle of newb BSG fans and hilarity ensued.

General Premise
The humans created cylons (androids who think for themselves) and the cylons rebelled. They leave for 40 years and come back (and they have a plan) to destroy the humans. "This has happened before and it will happen again."

I bought the entire show on Blu-Ray with Christmas gift cards (thank you consultants).

Currently I am rewatching it and falling head over bum in love with the show, the characters (whispers: Helo), and wondering when our cylons will come.

If it's the Thought That Counts

Sal Masekela posed an excellent question on Twitter today.

"If it's the "thought" that counts, then why do women turn their noses up at the lustrous cubic zirconium?"

I thought about this question, because what is the actual thought behind buying cubic zirconium jewelry? Was cost a factor? Is the person not able to purchase, but really wanted to buy their beloved something that resembles what they wanted to buy them? What stage of the relationship are we talking about here? Or are we talking about the cheap skate?

Now I know women who prefer CZ to real diamonds due to the fact that diamond workers are exploited and their social consciousness cannot handle contributing to that. Cool! In this case, CZ is perfect and to the man buying it for her, kudos.

The worst though, is the cheap basturd who is trying to pull a fast one and get a woman a CZ piece of jewelry and presenting it as a diamond. These are the men that really need to be dumped, that kind of thinking is dangerous. It would be like a woman who knows her partner is a diehard Chicago Cubs fan and buys him tickets to see the Chicago White Sox.

Same questions would apply, what were they thinking?

What Have You Been Up To?

An innocuous question to most, but it almost felt like a loaded question to me. That if I tell people if I'm good or bad it slates me as an optimist or pessimist. If I've kept busy then I'm leading an interesting life and people like me, if not then I'm a loser.

It could quite possibly be in my head, I haven't dismissed that idea. However, body language makes fools of us all, tells people our dirty little secrets.

What have I been up to? Oh just keeping busy. Maybe I'll tell you sometime over coffee.