Monthly Archives: November 2008

Fake Plastic Trees

I was going to get a mini Christ­mas tree for the apart­ment since AJ took hers with her, and saw one that’s pre-lighted and made of pink tin­sel at Michaels. This idea appealed to me because I have either won­der­ful or ter­ri­ble taste… I’m never sure which.
I ran the pink tree idea by my

It’s too late to print out a sheet of these

This made me laugh, really hard. Even though most of my fam­ily seemed to know what I’m up to.

The sec­ond half about the job isn’t really true in my case, even if it sort of is.
We had a dog­gie, some babies, and mashed pota­toes.  I was content.

Economic meltdown @ your library

Where do peo­ple turn in eco­nomic bad times? Their–likely under­staffed and underfunded–neighborhood pub­lic library, of course.
The changes in fil­ing for unem­ploy­ment and job appli­ca­tions hadn’t occurred to me. At this time last year, I remem­ber think­ing, “oh, yay, I can file for unem­ploy­ment online!  This is so easy!” as opposed to “I have

Funny, I just had this conversation with Zach yesterday

toothpastefordinner.com

Better than using Freecycle

I guess that’s one way to get your Christ­mas shopping done.

Even if it’s specifically about libraries

See­ing the word “prove­nance” in a comic sends me to my happy place.

Tiny schools need MORE newspapers

I remem­ber when I was an edi­tor at the Spec­ta­tor in col­lege, we were over­all a pretty mod­er­ate bunch.  For Hamil­ton any­way.  Side note: the Spec has a lovely Web site now, which looks like a sleeker ver­sion of the staff site I designed for ITS in 2002. Which isn’t an insult, since that

Bad food. Bad.

Ramen pep­per­oni pizza.
The con­cept doesn’t scare me as much as the fact that I prob­a­bly would like this. With­out the pepperoni.

Zach wants one for Christmas

A dog the size of a ham­ster.
MY MIND, IT IS BLOWN.
P.S. I lol’d.

Open letters

I’m work­ing on some­thing and don’t have time to post right now, but I was going over some old entries and I just need to empha­size how awe­some my dad is.