Thursday, May 29, 2008

Which Superhero am I?

Your results:
You are Superman
























Superman
80%
Spider-Man
65%
Robin
62%
Wonder Woman
52%
Supergirl
52%
Iron Man
45%
The Flash
45%
Green Lantern
40%
Batman
25%
Catwoman
20%
Hulk
0%
You are mild-mannered, good,
strong and you love to help others.


Click here to take the Superhero Personality Quiz


I feel like such a phony.

The Organic Thief


Confession Time.

I stop by the grocery store almost every day and buy an apple. I usually use the self check-out where you have to punch in the PLU code for produce. I know the PLU code by heart for the regular apples. But sometimes I grab an organic apple and I still put in the regular PLU code.

I know it's wrong, but I keep doing it. Am I protesting having to pay more for organic? Am I just too lazy to look for the organic PLU code?

Jeff says no one cares about the nine cents I'm saving.

I think he meant the nine cents I'm stealing.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

My Review of the Kids in the Hall Live as We'll Ever Be Tour

My dad got tickets to this and asked me to go with him last night. It was pretty fun. The guys were funny, but most of the jokes were too sexual to make me laugh while sitting next to my father.

I'm trying to think of a funny joke that stood out, but all I can think of is the joke that made me the most uncomfortable because I was sitting next to my father. It was about only giving BJs on your husband's B-day.

As an encore they did that head squashing thing. That was good, clean family fun--at least, I was able to laugh out loud.



P.S. Remember Brain Candy? There were only a few flipper babies!!!!!11

Saturday, May 10, 2008

I went to Pixar!



This is a picture of me with my new friends Mike and Sully. They're very down to earth monsters. Very friendly.


I look so small.



The Incredibles were nice, too.

Friday, May 2, 2008

What I Can Tell You About Seattle by TAO LIN

There is this article in The Stranger right now by some crazy poet about what he thinks of Seattle. You should seriously read the whole thing, but here are some excerpts:

  • But it makes me think that Seattle is from the future, because I feel like in the future people will strive for existential despair, for more fulfilling and purer kinds of existential despair, in the same way people in Brooklyn strive for an apartment closer to the L train. This makes sense because existential despair is usually talked about in books and people in Seattle read books more than people in other places.

  • People in New York City eat at Taco Bell a lot; people in Seattle are knowledgeable about not mixing food groups.

  • When I make myself think concretely about Seattle, I get an image of a 12-year-old Native American boy reading a Sherman Alexie story collection in a Starbucks and it's raining outside, then I seriously think, "The harsh reality of growing up in Seattle. Seems bad. Hard."

  • I feel that if I moved to Seattle, I would stop writing completely, not use the internet, and do something "insane" like dedicate my life to looking at barnacles very closely but without microscopes or any other magnifying device.

  • I feel like most people in Seattle have "given up on life" due to a comprehensive knowledge about existentialism but in a "good" way that doesn't feel bad at all.

  • When I think about Seattle, I think about people who are very professional and clean and intelligent going home to apartments where everything is in Helvetica font. When they take off their pants, they have choads.

Body of War

I've been a little behind in my podcast watching, so it was just this morning that I saw Bill Moyers interview the people who made a documentary called Body of War about a guy named Thomas Young who was shot while fighting in Iraq and is now severely paralyzed. They showed some clips from the movie during the interview and there was this one part that really got to me where mothers who had lost their sons in Iraq were touching Thomas' face and telling him they were so glad he he was alive and Thomas' own mother was crying and talking about how overwhelmed she was and I started crying on the bus. It wasn't the first time I've cried on the bus and it probably won't be the last, but still. I don't think about the war enough.