Friday, March 31, 2006
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Jege is a mastermind !!!!
You are a Mastermind!
(Submissive Introverted Abstract Thinker)
You are a MASTERMIND (SIAT). You can be silent and withdrawn, but behind your reserved exterior lies an active mind that allows you to analyze situations and come up with creative, unexpected solutions. Normal people call this scheming.
Anyway, your sense of style and originality are your strengths, and people will respect your judgment once they get to know you. If you learn to be a little more personable, you could be a great leader— you've definitely got the vision thing down. Just make sure all the plotting you do behind those eyes of yours is healthy.
Famous masterminds in television: Dr. Claw, The Scarecrow and Mrs. King, Montgomery Burns.
Take the test: http://community.sparknotes.com/person/ (you have to register, but it's free)
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Hot procyonid-on-procyonid action
In other words, a raccoon couple lives in the giant tree in our neighbor's yard, and apparently, they like to have wild raccoon sex on the roof of our garage. I threw rocks at them, but they just thought the rocks were food and kept chasing them down and trying to eat them. So instead, I took lots of pictures.
Dude Raccoon....
Dude AND chick raccoon....
Bow-chicka-bow-wow....
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
The seat of evil
New "city" tires for the mountain bike: $50.
Tuneup for the formerly cobweb-encrusted bike: $100
Cardiovascular workout from riding it to and from work: free
The realization that the high-tech tiny ultralight seat on the bike (which, incidentally you last rode 6 years and 20 pounds ago) is a fucking WEDGE OF EVIL, progressively prying your "sit bones" apart like a motherfucking wishbone every excruciating moment of the 40 minute ride home: Priceless, my ass. Literally.
Outside my window...
I've recently moved to a different area in my office building. It's still a cube, but I have my own space near the breakroom and the stairs, which is pretty nice and honestly, it's work. And I've got a sweet view and lots o' paid vacation, so really, wtf?
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Friday, March 24, 2006
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Teatime, or, Another Reason Why I Hate The Bus
This morning on the bus, I sat in front of 2 strangers who happened to strike up a conversation about tea.
Their innocent smalltalk escalated rapidly into a philosophical discussion on the Origins of Tea, thoughtfully dissecting personal experiences with ALL types of tea, from green to red, complete with psychological analyses of tea preferences, and the possible cultural, sociological and genetic components thereof.
This tête-à-tête of tea continued, exhaustively probing the differences between hot and cold, Lipton and Tetley, sugar & milk or " straight up". It was a motherfucking Thesis of Tea, and lasted the entire length of my half-hour ride into the urban core.
My point? There is none. It just made me want to punch them both in the throat. Except for the parts where they mentioned "teabags". Then I just giggled.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Well DUH....
You Are 66% Evil |
You are very evil. And you're too evil to care. Those who love you probably also fear you. A lot. |
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Monday, March 06, 2006
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Friday, March 03, 2006
4 meme
I'm tired this week and saw this on another blog and it was kind of neato (slightly modified).
Four jobs I’ve had:
-age 14: busgirl at a hotel restaurant which was hard work and sucky hours (saturdays from 6 am to 2). BUT I did deliver room service to Johnny Cash once and that was pretty sweet.
-age 16: Coffee server at a horrid buffet restaurant (royal fork-think OCB but much worse). I had to wear an apron and skirt that went below my knees and every 2 minutes according to a timer, had to go around and see if anyone wanted coffee. BTW i was discriminated against for having a nose ring even though I took it out when I worked. They were mad I didn't just let it close up for that gem of a job.
-age 18: Pizza delivery driver at Happy Joes. I had to wear a bow-tie and visor but they were always off and a cigarette was lit before I got out of the parking lot.
-during undergrad: Web mistress (said so on my card)
Four places I’ve lived:
-Mindrot, ND
-dorm at the U of M campus, Mpls
-essentially a crack house in mpls (sophomore year in college)
-SE and SW Mpls (SW mpls is MUCH more south that SE, which is actually kind of north)
Four TV shows I’ve love(d):
-My so-called Life
-Simpsons
-120 Minutes
-The Young Ones
Four places I’ve vacationed:
-Costa Rica (honeymoon--awesome!)
-Poland, Netherlands, Czech Republic, Belgium
-California--to see the redwoods
-Winnipeg
Four of my favorite dishes:
-veggie stir fry made by Dylan
-air-popped popcorn dipped in a mixture of bbq sauce, fat free shredded cheese, cock sauce and garlic powder
-Toam yum soup with LOTS of crushed chili peppers (and i do mean lots. fuck you for thinking that because i'm blond and pasty that I can't handle my heat. Make it hotter!!! and then bring me a side because you still won't do it right.)
-just about anything with truffles or truffle oil. *drool*
Four places I would rather be right now:
-On the dock at Loon Lake
-at home snugging
-x-country skiing somewhere there is actually snow and without fears of falling and hurting munchkin
-Out to lunch. mrewf.
Best real headline from 2006:
"Dispute Threatens Jerusalem Museum of Tolerance"
This is as good as anything The Onion ever created. Thanks to Eric for the find!
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Men Underwater (thanks to Dan for reminding me of this! Made my day!!)
This is a little piece of fiction that started with me clipping a homoerotic image advertising a University of Iowa grad student's play, titled "Men Underwater", from a local newspaper. I then taped the image up at my friend Dan's desk at work. Ha ha ha...funny me. Little did I know, the adventure had only begun.The next day, the picture was hanging at MY desk, and Dan had added a little open-ended descriptive blurb. Naturally, I added my own blurb in response, and then cleverly planted it back at his desk, between some papers. A few days later, I unrolled a roll of drawings for a meeting, and there it was again. I hastily responded, and planted it back into Dan's lunch bag in the fridge (or some such nonsense). The game was on! And the blurbs were becoming a story...a story that still slays me to this day, and makes me wonder where my ability to write such absurdity went:
http://static.flickr.com/38/106362309_7740a7d370_o.jpg
NOTE: In order to read this, you will probably have to save the image to your computer, and then open it and zoom in.