June 30 Jess: What's a good name for an emo fish?
July 1 Mom: Scrubbing toilets! So hey! It could be worse!
July 9 Mom: Morning! Didn't sleep all night cuz I kept thinking you forgot to close the window you cracked open and the bum from the bushes got in!
July 9 Joe: Word. I would kill someone for a nap right now.
July 17 Alexis: Yea it's official. I'm still drunk and stumbling to work. Late of course.
July 18 Drew: You're not mean just warped and twisted.
July 22 Joe: If I get a virus I'm going to shoot you in the tits.
July 24 Drew: You should rush a frat.
July 25 Mom: Super duper handsome guy with muscles and a tan hanging new gutters on our house right now!
July 25 Dad: You are a business woman now, not a college kid. Change your voice mail recording.
July 28 Bridget: Hahahahaha you slay me.
July 30 Mom: Several home invasions in Ann Arbor with thefts one in middle of the night while the people were home and sleeping lock doors and windows and be careful!
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Scrabulous Outrage!
Yesterday I was alerted to the fact that Scrabulous is no longer.
GASP!
Aside from Bumper Stickers, Scrabulous was my favorite Facebook application. What will I do when I go back to the COM office in Boston and am looking for something fun to do with Tara while we sit three feet apart from each other?
Reports that Hasbro asked Facebook to remove the application have been circulating for some time. Hasbro owns the rights to Scrabble in North America, Mattel overseas. Although I won't be joining the proposed hunger strikes, I will bitch about it for at least one blog post. I guess this will give me time to step up my game for when I play against Nora, my younger coworker and eternal Scrabulous nemesis.
Apparently Mattel is working on a more legally acceptable version for North America. I'm sure people will protest, if any are still standing after all these hunger strikes. Eventually, those left will give in and resume playing the new version during work, class and other inappropriate times of the day. No one really played during their free time anyways.
GASP!
Aside from Bumper Stickers, Scrabulous was my favorite Facebook application. What will I do when I go back to the COM office in Boston and am looking for something fun to do with Tara while we sit three feet apart from each other?
Reports that Hasbro asked Facebook to remove the application have been circulating for some time. Hasbro owns the rights to Scrabble in North America, Mattel overseas. Although I won't be joining the proposed hunger strikes, I will bitch about it for at least one blog post. I guess this will give me time to step up my game for when I play against Nora, my younger coworker and eternal Scrabulous nemesis.
Apparently Mattel is working on a more legally acceptable version for North America. I'm sure people will protest, if any are still standing after all these hunger strikes. Eventually, those left will give in and resume playing the new version during work, class and other inappropriate times of the day. No one really played during their free time anyways.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Catching up with Maria
So basically I've unplugged for the last several days. Sometimes I just need to step away from the computer. I feel better now. You haven't missed anything except:
- I saw and loved Dark Knight. Dark indeed. The absence of Katie Holmes was a little distracting but probably not as distracting as her tragic new
hair cut. Heath was amazingly creepy. Michael Caine is a silver fox. Christian Bale will always be fantastic, although I am skeptical about his upcoming role in Terminator. - I almost had a heart attack when a chicken recipe from a chef self-labeled "Chef-Kyle-In Middle Skool" went terribly and utterly awry. I could feel my arteries closing.
- Bridget came home with Scabies. I'm convinced I have them now too.
- I witnessed Alexis reciting Romeo + Juliet (on VHS) word for word, including the music. I never realized how bizarre that movie is.
- I experienced two new Ann Arbor bars: Monkey Bar and Cafe Habana. Both were enjoyable. The latter reminded me of a bat cave. Bridget had a problem with the lighting.
- Emily turned 21. Hilarity ensued. Especially when she decided to name me Swiss Beats and then rap while trying to issue sobriety tests to those around her.
Monday, July 21, 2008
According to you, my loyal readers:
If you saw a man in your bushes before you had to leave for work, 1/3 of you would call the cops, 1/3 of you would walk by and hope for the best and 1/3 of you would go out there, flail around and tell the man what's up.
Although technically the final option wins. My dad would have voted for it if he knew "telling him what's up" mean walloping him for trespassing.
Although technically the final option wins. My dad would have voted for it if he knew "telling him what's up" mean walloping him for trespassing.
When I have a lot to say, I go MIA...
Yea, yea. I'm a loser.
It's been busy here in Ann Arbor. Last weekend carnies and old people infested the streets for Art Fair. I didn't get to look around as much as I would have liked, but I saw the essentials (a punk in stilts yelling at passers-by, the beer tent, hippy musicians and a lost Asian infant following a stranger's dog through the fair.)
Dad came to pick me up Friday for an action-packed weekend. We walked into Birmingham where we feasted on burgers at the Hunter House, a diner/truck stop place. Surprisingly, there was air conditioning, good music and a crowd of civilized patrons. The burgers were excellent. We proceeded to Dick O'Dows, a local Irish pub. We ordered Guinness and waited for the band. While waiting, I had to protect my dad from a man who stood conspicuously close while ordering a fruity drink. He flexed as hard as his muscles would allow, making sure to brush his upper arm against my poor, unassuming father. The crowd was varied; everyone was there from under-aged/newly legal drinkers (including myself) and the Stepford Wives fully equipped with bags that cost more than the worth of my life and enough silicon to make a family of barbies, to well dressed European men and one woman who looked EXACTLY like Bette Midler. Dad and I got another beer and enjoyed the live music then headed home where I watched Erykah Badu on HD.
Next day I woke up around noon. We attempted a bike ride but it started raining so we went grocery shopping instead. Grocery shopping stresses me out. After that we went into the city for a lovely dinner and then walked to the outdoor Jazz Festival where we were met by another interesting crowd of people (including families dressed in exactly the same clothes and a hooker roaming around looking for work.) The music was enjoyable and the weather was breezy. Two nights of live music in a row. Not a bad deal. Sunday I woke up late again. Dad and I went on a long bike ride around town. I almost lost control of my bike while trying to maneuver across tiny rocks that constantly shifted under the tires, but ALAS! I made it. We drove into a wedding party consisting of Italian mobster barbie dolls. Dad congratulated them across his shoulder as we heaved up a hill. I almost drove into three small children speeding towards me but I got off my bike to avoid colliding with the demon children. That night dad cooked me a delicious four course meal including a fantastic red wine salad. As we headed toward the car to return to Ann Arbor he exclaimed,
"I hope you remembered your antiperspirant. You're driving."
Driving, like grocery shopping, is the bane of my existence. I never really learned. Long story. Moving on. It was a loooong drive back as I gripped the wheel trying to dart past immobile grannies and speeding teenagers, all while the Greek CD I burned for mom played in the background. My contacts went foggy halfway through the trip because I forgot solution and had to store them in eye drops all weekend. Preeeetty sure that's not ok. We got back in one piece.
Driving while singing Greek music and suppressing the urge to dance is not an easy task.
It's been busy here in Ann Arbor. Last weekend carnies and old people infested the streets for Art Fair. I didn't get to look around as much as I would have liked, but I saw the essentials (a punk in stilts yelling at passers-by, the beer tent, hippy musicians and a lost Asian infant following a stranger's dog through the fair.)
Dad came to pick me up Friday for an action-packed weekend. We walked into Birmingham where we feasted on burgers at the Hunter House, a diner/truck stop place. Surprisingly, there was air conditioning, good music and a crowd of civilized patrons. The burgers were excellent. We proceeded to Dick O'Dows, a local Irish pub. We ordered Guinness and waited for the band. While waiting, I had to protect my dad from a man who stood conspicuously close while ordering a fruity drink. He flexed as hard as his muscles would allow, making sure to brush his upper arm against my poor, unassuming father. The crowd was varied; everyone was there from under-aged/newly legal drinkers (including myself) and the Stepford Wives fully equipped with bags that cost more than the worth of my life and enough silicon to make a family of barbies, to well dressed European men and one woman who looked EXACTLY like Bette Midler. Dad and I got another beer and enjoyed the live music then headed home where I watched Erykah Badu on HD.
Next day I woke up around noon. We attempted a bike ride but it started raining so we went grocery shopping instead. Grocery shopping stresses me out. After that we went into the city for a lovely dinner and then walked to the outdoor Jazz Festival where we were met by another interesting crowd of people (including families dressed in exactly the same clothes and a hooker roaming around looking for work.) The music was enjoyable and the weather was breezy. Two nights of live music in a row. Not a bad deal. Sunday I woke up late again. Dad and I went on a long bike ride around town. I almost lost control of my bike while trying to maneuver across tiny rocks that constantly shifted under the tires, but ALAS! I made it. We drove into a wedding party consisting of Italian mobster barbie dolls. Dad congratulated them across his shoulder as we heaved up a hill. I almost drove into three small children speeding towards me but I got off my bike to avoid colliding with the demon children. That night dad cooked me a delicious four course meal including a fantastic red wine salad. As we headed toward the car to return to Ann Arbor he exclaimed,"I hope you remembered your antiperspirant. You're driving."
Driving, like grocery shopping, is the bane of my existence. I never really learned. Long story. Moving on. It was a loooong drive back as I gripped the wheel trying to dart past immobile grannies and speeding teenagers, all while the Greek CD I burned for mom played in the background. My contacts went foggy halfway through the trip because I forgot solution and had to store them in eye drops all weekend. Preeeetty sure that's not ok. We got back in one piece.
Driving while singing Greek music and suppressing the urge to dance is not an easy task.
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