Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Actually here...

Sorry for my short absence...I've been writing blog posts by the swarm...I just haven't actually written any of them. I've been reconsidering a lot lately and that tends to breed horrible meandering blog posts that no one cares about.

I'm reading Atonement and enjoying it immensely (score two for Time 100. The first score was Never Let Me Go). It occurred to me that I have too much in common with Briony. And it is unsettling. I am trying to find a way to get out of my head/stop over-thinking/over-imagining everything. I have no idea how to achieve this. At all. So I'm thinking of participating in the blog every day in March thing like my sister...so sister, I'll do it if you will? Maybe making lists will help me stop thinking about myself.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

meep moop meep

Happy Sunday.

To answer some comment questions:

I was thinking about dowries because I was thinking about trousseaux. I just learned that that is the plural of trousseau. Learn something everyday. Anyway, I was thinking about trousseaux because my huge knit afghan (reaching completion!!) would be a brilliant addition to a trousseau. At which point I decided that if I ever get married, I think I will create a modern-day trousseaux (mostly full of lingerie). Then, of course, I jumped to modern-day dowries. And dowry explained.

Would I want a man who wanted my dowry? Possibly. The only issue would be the cases of wine as I don't really drink much and I don't want to marry a lush. Other than that, I think a guy who likes guitars, games, golf, dogs...might be an OK match.

And, yes, a wii would be a delightful addition to a dowry. Or to my household right now.

Friday, February 15, 2008

I'm not sure of what I see...

My sister told me yesterday that she feels like the world is telling me to get a robot tattoo. This after I went to this website and Barack Obama built me a robot. Apparently this was strange since she clicked a dozen times and never got a robot. So Barack Obama wants me to get a robot tattoo. And just now, when I was finding that link, he thinks I'm cute. I feel like using the word kismet here.

I've been thinking long and hard about the failure of the experiment and today I had an epiphany. My cookie maker was dying. So I bought some batteries, and whiz, bang, I think that might explain things. I also want to note that I think I might have been in a mid-winter slump. I think there were things adding to the weather causing glumness...but I think I have crested the slump. I will be trying the experiment again - but this time I'll be "eating cookies" 5 times a week. I'm thinking April. Or should I just go ahead with March?

And, in a moment of craziness, I found myself thinking what my modern day dowry would be. Let's say that tradition was still around...what would my dad bribe some guy with to get me hitched? Here's the list I quickly created:
  1. In lieu of goats, livestock, etc, one little gray schnauzer.
  2. Cases of wine
  3. A pinball machine
  4. A guitar or two
  5. Some golf clubs
That list solely comprised of things my dad has in abundance. Besides piles of cash. I think that dowry might make me a pretty desirable catch...

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Why should we be concerned about the truth?

I started a blog post right when I got home from work, but it was crap. So instead I'm going to talk about nothing. And you're going to like it. But I'll keep the original blog title.

For the past few days (maybe weeks?) I've been obsessed with robots. I don't know why. I think it all stems from the robot key chain I saw, wanted and was gifted some time in December. Since then I've not only purchased robot valentines (sorry if that ruins things, kids) but I've also vowed to horrify my mother and get a robot tattoo. Horrified, mooj?

I also have been feeling like a pile of lazy lard lately. Motivation to work out and stop eating cheese would be great. I'm just not sure where it's going to come from yet. Anyone?

I'm being bombarded with instances of truth vs. what we want/expect to be truth.

And thus ends this poorly concocted post.

Friday, February 08, 2008


I failed.

I concede Alex.

Here's what happened (or didn't): (Before I explain, can you just imagine quotation marks around everything? I don't feel like trying to quote it all out). I was all set last night, gung ho, ready to prepare and then eat my cookie. I did in fact start the process. And kept at it. And continued. And finally I realized that I was somewhere else entirely and no matter how long I kept trying to eat that damn cookie, I wasn't going to be able to.

The thing is, I thought that once I got over the Wednesday hurdle and managed to eat a cookie, I would be able to conquer anything. I was wrong.

So the experiment? Over for now on this blog. I may need to reconsider. Here's what I learned:
  • I don't think it put me in a better mood. If anything, it made me more tired (however, that could also be attributed to the never-ending winter).
  • I did have a bit more cookie on the brain than usual.
  • And sort of building off of that, I suddenly found myself thinking dreamily of spooning with someone. That's not like me. I'll blame it on the cookies.
I may need to modify the experiment (every other day? 5 times a week?).

Sorry Al.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Day 7...

First, let me just state that I pulled through and did not ruin the experiment last night. And, as a point of interest, that was the best cookie I have eaten yet in February. But I was at a place for a while yesterday where my main thought was "screw the experiment." If I manage to eat a cookie every day in February I will be shocked. At this point, I just have this stupid competitive drive that makes me:
  1. Not want to give up.
  2. Not want to quit before Alex quits.
So I'm hanging in there....


Morning: tranquil
Afternoon: middle-of-the-road
Evening: tranquil

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Day 6...


Morning: Numb (I don't remember this morning, I was so tired)
Afternoon: Persnickety
Evening: Unbridled exhaustion...

Right now, the idea of "eating a cookie" is so unappetizing that I have no idea how I'm going to do it. February is looking longer every day.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Day 5 + book quest...


Morning: bitter (slight headache again!)
Afternoon: occupied
Evening: sluggish

Last night I finished another book quest novel, The Crying of Lot 49. My summary:
  • I do not like Thomas Pynchon. Which means that reading this book might just be the final death knell on Gravity's Rainbow.
  • Some "literary fiction" is crap.
  • I learned nothing.
That being said, I didn't hate it but I certainly didn't like it. My review: it was OK. Unless you're on a quest or you liked Gravity's Rainbow (if you do, please explain how that is possible), don't read it. 52 read, 70 to go...Atonement next.

Monday, February 04, 2008

Day 4...


Morning: ravaged (wishing a different rav* word started my day)
Afternoon: ordinary
Evening: searching

Has someone ever said something to you that is mostly innocent at the time and you don't think anything of it...and then some time later it's suddenly "WAIT. That's not true/I don't want that to be true/is that true"? Yeah. It's been that day, where I am rehashing all those innocent bits.

As a side note, you should vote tomorrow if you have a primary in your state. I don't care who you vote for, although some of the reasons for voting for your candidate infuriate me. Examples: Hilary because she's a woman. Hilary, because of her experience (PAH, being the first lady IS NOT experience. No matter how you want to twist it). Or voting along party lines just to stick to your party.

Fingers crossed tomorrow for Obama.

Sunday, February 03, 2008

Day 3...


Morning: resigned
Afternoon: neutral.
Evening: crazy mixture of happy, anxious and annoyed.

Saturday, February 02, 2008

Day 2...


Morning: chipper
Afternoon: chipper
Evening: chipper (but with a bit of tired mixed in)

The chipper probably has nothing to do with the experiment, I just slept well last night.

Friday, February 01, 2008

Day 1...

Day 1 adjectives...

Morning: urgh. (not really an adjective, but I woke up with a splitting headache)
Afternoon: passive.
Evening: listless.

I feel like this isn't the best start to my experiment. Today was a little weird (snow day, didn't trek to work) and yesterday was weird (sick day) and so I'm starting the experiment in a different mind set than usual (how often do I get four day weekends?).