the sky is falling?

is it just me or is there a lot more plane crashes happening these days?

final reel?

even though i had mostly forgotten about the fisher price view masters, their slow demise makes me sad. i don't think i ever had one personally, but they were always a blast for a few minutes at other people's houses.


thanks economist for the 3-dimensional journey back to my childhood.

oh carnitas

i really dislike line jumpers. with that said, if i was smart enough to phone in for my delicious burrito at the fancy burrito place with a 15 person line then, by all means, i should be able to jump ahead in line, right? i mean, if my burrito is sitting there getting cold while 15 people are trying to decide between black refried beans and regular ones, then that doesn't really make me a line jumper.

regardless, the anxiety of deciding whether to be a sissy and wait 20 minutes or literally stall the line 20 seconds nearly gives me an ulcer every time.

heartbeats and wintery mornings

the recent snow storm allowed me an extra day of vacationing in new york this past weekend. so how did i spend my extra day? playing in the snow in central park of course! it was the first time i've seen snow in probably over ten years, so like a good grown up i tried to disturb any pristine areas of snow, and although i didn't have a companion to snow ball fight with, i lived vicariously through those that did, in a totally not creepy but with a really huge smile kind of way.

2/19/2007

preface; i'm taking advantage of this rainy sunday to do a little early spring cleaning, which means making a huge disaster mess, then carefully putting things back in a (hopefully) more organized fashion, while throwing out things i will surely regret doing so later.

the gem of this rainy day is that i happened upon my old muni diary from 2007, when i was doing the trek to school twice a day a couple days a week, i.e. living on muni.

2/19/2007
president's day is the worst holiday ever, only jackasses get it off and muni is the slowest thing ever.

two years later and i am one of those jackasses, thus able to spend an entire saturday rummaging around my room in pajamas. go figure.

p.s. i'm likely to include more entries from my 2007 muni diaries just for hoots.

a pause

sometimes when automatic doors don't open quickly i totally freak out and wonder if i've forgotten a horrible accident (straight sixth sense style) and then when they finally open i am super relieved. is that weird?

headline of the week!

does michael phelps' lung capacity allow him to take monster bong hits? and Olympic-Size Bong Hits; Michael Phelps has extraordinary lung capacity. Does that mean he can get extraordinarily stoned?
Thank you slate for adding humor to a situation taken way too seriously.