Up above the world so high.


Sadly, while this is not a Photoshop, outer space doesn’t actually look this bright.

I’ve always been fascinated by astronomy and all things outer space. I don’t understand why we haven’t been back to the moon since 1969 when the technology now is so much more advanced than it was in the first Nixon administration. I know people look to that as evidence that it was faked, but those people are idiots and should be roundly mocked and derided. I’d just like to see us have that kind of national drive and commitment again. President Kennedy said we’d go to the moon by the end of the decade and come safely back to Earth…and we did. Granted, the impetus was to beat the Soviets there, but still. Everyone was enthralled by it and threw all their support and excitement behind it. I want to see our country get behind something again and then see it through. I know we can, we’ve done it before.



I’ll try not to embarrass myself.

I took French for four years in high school and two years in college. Looking back, I should have taken Spanish, given how many jobs I have that would have been more lucrative for me if I’d been bilingual, but I can’t go back and undo that, no matter how much I’d like to. I’ve thought about taking Spanish over the years, doing something like the Rosetta Stone or a similar program, but I’ve also read that it’s a lot harder for people to pick up foreign languages as an adult, and knowing how easily discouraged I can get when things don’t go the way I want them to…eh. I don’t know. Maybe one day. Another good reason to become conversant or at least fluent in Spanish is so that I can sing along to this song and not look like an idiot. Appearances matter, people. For today’s Musical Interlude Friday selection, I give you Ojos Así by Shakira. Enjoy!


Balance on the scales.


Someone once asked me why all statues of Lady Justice show her wearing a blindfold. I had to close my eyes and turn around, lest they see me roll them.

“Assay” is one of those words that I think a lot of people probably confuse with “essay,” given they’re only separated by one letter. However, they really couldn’t be more different. Essay can mean either a written paper/composition of some kind (such as a photographic article) OR to try something. It’s both a noun and a verb. If you assay something, you judge its worth. We assay things every day, like whether or not to go out with someone or to take a job offer. I have to admit though, I can’t remember the last time I actually saw or heard the word used, even if that’s the word they were plainly describing.

What other words do you seldom hear people use, though you know that’s what they’re talking about?


Not feeling very wordy today.

I’m apologizing in advance for the less than verbose post for the day. I’ve been writing four or five different things the last couple of weeks, and just in the last couple of days I’ve found myself bereft of any and all inspiration to keep writing — I’ve got Writer’s Block, or so it feels. In lieu of what you normally get from me, how about a song? It ties in nicely to the prompt for today, so hopefully it’ll tide you over until tomorrow, when I would like to feel more like myself again. Enjoy.


Gaily wrapped or just in a bag, I’ll take ’em all.


You can go ahead and deposit these in my room, right there by the bed. Thanks.

I love getting presents. I know that sounds greedy, but I enjoy giving gifts to people more than I enjoy getting them though. There’s something very fulfilling in seeing someone’s eyes light up when they open the gift you got for them, whether it’s their birthday or Christmas or some other day. I like putting a lot of thought into what I get someone. It lets them know that I care enough to pay attention to things they say they need or ran out of…whatever the situation is.

BTW, never buy someone a Chia Pet for Christmas/their birthday unless they specifically ask for one OR you usually get someone a gag gift and then a more serious gift. Buying someone a Chia Pet (or Chia Obama — I’ve seen that one) is the ultimate way to tell someone you care so little for them as a person, you ran into Walgreens the day before to buy it for $5. You might as well kick them in the crotch and say, “Fuck you.”


I’m no hayseed.

Rubes are awkward or simple people, especially people that come from a small town or out in the country. I’m a big city gal, and I don’t think I’ve ever been described as “simple,” (though I am hella awkward sometimes) so that word doesn’t quite describe me, but speaking of out in the country…how about we make that today’s Musical Interlude Friday selection? I’m feeling a little Three Dog Night today. Enjoy!


You’re an adult. Stop it.


Do you know what carries this over the top from just plain stupid to stupidly offensive? The fortune cookie on her head.

Grown adults that dress up in costume for Halloween baffle me. I’ve mentioned this around Halloween several times, but it continues to boggle the mind. Halloween is a day for kids to dress up and get candy. Adults can get candy whenever they want. You want a Snickers bar? Go get one. You want some Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups? Go buy some. The only time you as an adult should dress up is if you’re taking your little kid trick or treating or to a costume party for kids. Otherwise, dress up like a normal person and pass out candy at the door. You’re making yourself look ridiculous, or in the case of the idiots who’ve purchased the costume in the image above, racist clowns.


*cue Charlie Brown’s teacher*


While in many ways I miss school, I don’t necessarily miss this. Much. Kind of.

Some students learn better by doing. They’re called kinetic learners. In a way, I’m like that when it comes to some things, but with others, I always did better taking notes from a professor’s lecture. It could sometimes be as dry as toast, and for a lot of students in my class, many of whom I could hear snoring, it was a great insomnia cure. My sister didn’t do well in lecture halls when she was in college, so she obviously didn’t take after me.


Out of thin air.


Whatever that is, I’d like a big bowl of it for lunch, please.

I love to cook. I wasn’t taught how, I learned by watching my mom move around the kitchen when I was a kid, and by trial and error. I throw a bunch of shit together and see if I like it. If I do, I make it again. If I don’t, I’ll either change some of the ingredients or scrap the idea all together. If I had my druthers, I’d rather work from a recipe than from a bunch of ingredients piled up on the counter, so at least I’d know I was using the right amounts of everything, but some of my favorite dishes I’ve made are stuff I’ve literally made up on the spot, tasting as I went along to see if it was too salty, too sweet, too spicy, etc. One of my favorite things to make are pasta salads, since they’re essentially foolproof. A particular variation I make a lot over the summer uses baby spinach, olive oil, and Balsamic vinegar. I prefer salads that don’t use mayonnaise, only because I hate mayonnaise 99% of the time, and in pasta/potato salads, it gets too gloppy, and I can’t stand that.

Do you enjoy cooking? Do you prefer working from a recipe or do you like just pulling random things off the shelf to see what you come up with?


I know you remember this.


I hate to break it to whoever made this image, but the answer on the right is wrong. You do addition before subtraction, so it should be 10 – 17, not 1 + 8. Hmm. 

When I was in school, we were taught the expression “Please Excuse My Dear Aunt Sally” to help us remember what the order of operations was when we had a math problem in front of us with a bunch of different steps to it.







It always amazes me how stuff that I learned in 5th or 6th grade, if not earlier, still comes to mind when I look at something I would have done back then. As I mentioned in the caption for the above image, the problem on the right is wrong. You’re supposed to do addition before subtraction, so it should read 10 – 17, not 1 + 8. The answer should be -7, but hey. Maybe I’m the dumb one.