December 2007 Archives

one of the things that annoys my mother more than anything, wait, let me rephrase... more than ANYTHING, is burping out loud.  i am a pro at keeping it quiet and to myself, but let me just say...

i belch better than any pre-, during-, or post- pubescent boy in the world.  and my mother knows this and is not/NOT fond of this at all.  the problem is, coke is the catalyst of champions and i am quite fond of the brown liquid of the gods.  and let me just say, there is nothing more satisfying than belching like homer simpson after a swig of coke.

so the other day, before the christmas festivities can begin, i had to run to my mothers to pick up a platter and drop off something to her house.  i grabbed a coke and out came a beuatiful and extraordinarily unlady-like belch.  my mother looked like she was forced to eat fire as someone scratched their nails down a chalkboard.  i looked at her and apologized.

she rolled her eyes, took a deep breath and then sighed, "uh huh."

my father had just walked into the kitchen with a big smile on his face, "that's my girl."

"joe, don't encourage her."

who needs encouragement?  i didn't know the goal was to make me a lady.  ; )

if you do anything, then you have to at least breathe.  after that, you have to go see the new movie juno.

we went last night to see it and i must say, i have not laughed that hard, with tears streaming down my face, in a movie theatre in a long time.  the dialogue is so clever, the quips, the responses, the character development, all of it, it is hilarious.

this is not that touchy-feely movie, although there was a group of teenagers in the audience who added the appropriate "aahs" at the appropriate sappy moments, but those are few and far between.  it is an interesting perspective about being a teenager and a pregnant one at that.  it doesn't preach, it doesn't "educate" you, but it gives you a witty and funny look into some interesting characters.

have a wonderful holiday.

while we were out getting the groceries and various things for the family holiday party tomorrow, we stopped off to pick up the ham.  ham is essential in my opinion and i feel bad for people who don't eat it.  ham is good.  bacon is good.  and really, life is not worth living without pork products. 

sorry.  i digress.

we went to the honey ham place where they have to have a tent and ropes for people to line up and get their ham.  did i mention that there are police officers present.  who knew that getting ham at christmas needed to involve the police?  i even commented on it before we went it.

the place was packed and there was a lot of ham to be had.  homer simpson would have lost his mind.  as we are talking to the ham guy about how big of a ham i need, this woman goes storming out of the building followed by an emplyee telling her that "no" and "something, something, something" and the woman then responded with "an obscene comment" that i did not hear exactly but got the gist when i watched her say it.  did i mention that all transactions in the store stopped to watch this little incident?  well, they did.

so after it was over, the ham guy next to our ham guy said that he got chewed out the day before by a customer for no apparent reason.  to which i responded that i didn't understand since clearly there was more than enough ham to go around...  the people at the store were so jolly and nice (by product of being around delicious ham all the time, you are happy and fat and fat & happy).

upon leaving the store, i then understood why there needed to be three police cars at the ham place.  apparently, selling the christmas ham is an angry, angry business.

dear officials and people in charge of tv stations,

um.  so yeah.  this writer's strike thing.  it needs to stop.  i have resigned myself to my netflix subscription and to books for forms of entertainment, but is it really so hard to share the profit?  is it?

i have resigned myself to the idea that you have sucked me in and made me addicted to those characters on tv.  i am resigned to the fact that i consider them part of the family and am invested in their futures (even though i am more than willing for you to kill off quite a few of them).  but i need them.  please, please, please give the writers part of the internet profit.  pleeeeeaaaase!

they deserve it.  really.  really they do.  without them, without the writers, i am left with game shows and reality tv... and really, where is the clever banter and the wit?  where?  it isn't there!  i need the writers.  i need them.  where would i be without pushing daisies?  or californication?  or grey's?  or heroes?  where?!?!?

GIVE THEM THE MONEY!

sincerely,
the princess

sorry i haven't written in a while.  things have gotten hectic here.  but now, well, now the semester is over.

i will say this, i think my blog has hit that snag that the television industry has as well.  my brain is having a serious writer's block.  it may be holding out for more money, i am not quite sure, something about a larger cut in the profit off of the ads on this blog.  hmm.  maybe not. 

it is true that i have not had much to write about as of late.  the grading is accomplished.  i have no funny anecdotes to tell.  nothing new to report.  i am hoping over the break to watch at least ten movies on netflix and to read at least three books.  it isn't much on the reading part of things, but i have so many books to get through that i really want to lower my expectations and hope that i get through it.

writer's block suck.

i love this phenomenal charity.  i hadn't heard about it until this evening watching 60 minutes.  but in my mind, what better way to help than to teach, and to give the world to children in underdeveloped countries.

one laptop per child.  it's a start, and a good one, in my opinion.