||[Jul. 9th, 2010|03:44 pm]
Did you hear a thud? I did.....oh, look, there's my motivation laying over there, in the corner of my cube. Looks like it dropped right off of me, rolled through carpet fuzz and came to rest next to the stack of aluminium foil boxes. (Because yes, my job is so exciting that it involves stacks of aluminim foil boxes. Don't even get me started on the 25 boutique boxes of facial tissue that I have stacked all around my cube, your HEART can't take it. Here, I'll titillate you: A sample box of damn near every variety of tissue made in North America. With Sharpie exhorations of "Sample Box: Do Not Use!" Which doesn't completely keep my colleagues from raiding my cube when they have a runny nose, but does expose them as a-holes, when they do.)|
Since my life right now, is comprised of laying around, trying not to make the world any warmer, thinking of all of the things that I really NEED to be doing, but all of them involve getting up and turning some form of electricity on and since my electric bill was $300 a month BEFORE the heat wave...I have nothing to report.
I love this blog. I may well love its author. The picture he chose to post of himself is of him petting a chicken. He IS wearing an undershirt, which I am struggling with. But a chicken. That beats dislike of undershirts. And he's smart, in all the right ways. Of course, he's married and lives someplace hotter than here, and I'm happily involved with the Captain, so I suppose my love affair with him will remain unconsummated and remain strictly verbal worship from afar. Unless he visits the area, in which case I would buy him lunch. But I am indebted to him for reminding me of extinction bursts -- which oddly enough I studied when I was training chickens. (Ah, the poultry comes full circle...)
But no, reading this article made me feel completely better about this past week, when, after being pretty good about my eating habits and having lost five pounds, I dove headfirst into a bag of Lay's potato chips accompanied by half a tub of bacon-horseradish cheese dip. AND, after a couple of months of being terribly frugal, in the last two days I lost my mind (and budget) at Chico's and Whole Foods. (Cheddar with Cherries, how could I resist? And a slab of aged Manchego that was PERFECT, even if it WAS $19 a pound. The opportunity to blow diet AND budget AND subsquently NOT fit into the new clothes, all with one purchase? PRICELESS.)
Maybe next time, having understood the mechanism, I will be able to resist:
If nothing else, I will feel like less of a loser.
And, I found this funny. More importantly, I found it a lovely send-up of the American people and politics. In food/party metaphor. Because, you know what, General Public? You are a bunch of whiny bastards who want everything, right now, just the way YOU want it. You want it for free AND you want someone else to do all of the work. Disappointed? Outraged? Why don't you get off your lazy ass and run for office? It's HARD being in charge. And way to easy to make the mistake of trying to please everyone and end up pleasing no one. Of course, all I ask of a President is "don't fuck it up as much as the last idiot" so maybe I'm just too easy to please.
Oooh, that's two. I need three. Because I worked at Conran's and Sir Terence said "Three. Three is best and most pleasing. If you can't do three, then at least make sure it's an odd number. But Three is rule of Display" and while that's totally true when you are creating a housewares display, I find it is also a good general rule for entertainment and education.
So, here -- although the Greater Anteater is my most favorite, and I am not sure I support Discovery Cove...these really are GREAT photos. And if you think the baby anteater is ugly...well, then you'll know how I feel when I look at a human baby. Because I AM an anteater.