Filed under: My People
AM Local News weathermen who yuk when laughing and say things like:
“It looks like we’ll be getting 6-12 inches of snow today. Travelling will be a real mess today. It looks like a great day to stay indoors and read a book”
on Monday morning. At 6:20am. As I’m getting ready for work. When I don’t really have the option of STAYING HOME AND READING A FREAKIN BOOK.
NOT My People.
Filed under: General
Ok, I REALLY think the comments are fixed now.
I don’t have enough patience for that kind of craziness.
My precious Saturday afternoon blog-reading time turned into Saturday afternoon hair-pulling-out, face-grabbing, grrrrring time instead.
As much as I’d like to stay online and see what’s going on with y’all, I have a date. This date is going to include steak cooked on a grill situated on a patio covered with 8 inches of snow, X – The Unheard Music, and cuddling up with the VIM.
What are YOUR weekend plans?
Filed under: General
I think comments are fixed.
And lookie – a whole new theme.
WordPress rocks.
Filed under: General
Apparently when I upgraded WordPress this weekend I screwed up the comments. And of course I don’t have my email address on here anywhere.
It’s not that I don’t want to hear from you. It’s just that I’m not very smart.
And now, of course, I have no time to figure out what I did wrong.
So until I get everything working as it should, feel free to email me at ellemental at gmail dot com.
You know, the incredible irony is that before the upgrade, the spam comments were sparse. Now, even though real people can’t comment I have about 100 new spam comments.
Spammers – also not my people.
Filed under: My People
After two random conversations with two different people about the use of the phrase “my people” this weekend, I’ve decided it’s a sign – I need to find My People.
They’re out there, I’m sure. Before I find them, though, I guess I need to figure out what makes My People My People.
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Ok, maybe it’ll be easier deciding who AREN’T My People:
- Throwers of cigarette butts out of moving vehicles. Not My People.
- People who are rude to overworked, underpaid store clerks who are obviously doing the best job they can. Not My People.
- Enjoyers of Brittney Spears. Really REALLY not my people.
- Leavers of empty coffee pots on hot burners at work. Not My People either.
- Work bathroom poopers who for some reason believe that the rest of the workforce prefers the smell of poop to the smell of the HANDY AIR FRESHENER THAT IS SITTING IN A CAN RIGHT BEHIND THEM. Not My People.
- Reverse-snobs (“I’m a better person than you because I suffer daily and you don’t. I have so much less than everyone else. Woe is me. Pity me! Woe, oh WOE IS ME.“) Not only not My People, but when My People find Your People, we’re gonna kick your ass.
Filed under: Happiness is...
a giant bowl of French Onion Soup.
Filed under: Songs Stuck in My Head
As far as Songs Stuck in Heads go, this one isn’t bad:
Not a word was spoke between us,
there was little risk involved.
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm.
“Come in” she said “I’ll give you
shelter from the storm”.~Bob Dylan
I’m heading out for a solo roadtrip this morning. Four hour drive – just me, my new car, and some Bob Dylan on the radio. If you’re on the PA turnpike today and see a short little happy woman in a sand-colored car singing out loud, give me a wave, ok?
Filed under: Daily
Want to get that crisp, fresh feeling of walking in a snowstorm, but hate the thought of putting on your boots and mittens? It’s easy!
Simply tuck a few (ok, it was half a box of) tissues into every single pocket of every single piece of clothing you own before throwing everything in the washing machine. As you can see, this stunning effect works best with dark clothing.
I can understand how a giant striped awning and sausage at $2.49/lb may not *seem* romantic, but honestly, it was perfect.
Filed under: Unsent Letters
Ok. You win.
Are you happy now that you’ve beaten me down?
Well, assclown? Are you?????
