Charity

Donated this month to the ASPCA. Thanks to Brooke for the suggestion!

More about the whole shovel to the head incident when I'm not recovering from a migraine (the two are unrelated...I think....)

True story

So let me tell you a little story about how I got hit in the head with a shovel...








No, y'know, I think I'll just let it sit like that for a little while. Go ahead. Ponder. It happened. No lie.

Attn: Kaity

I love Kaity because she gave me this:


Nemo is such a camera hog.

I love you, Kaity! Feel better!

P.S. I also love Brooke and Clay. Brooke gave me Serenity trading cards (::squeal::!!!!! I so need to get more now!) and Clay gave me a care bear penguin (adorable!) but I don't have pictures of those and I got to thank them in person. But I still love them.

I just saw an interview with Sarah Silverman and Nightline and she made nearly the exact same joke about all the Jesus's that I did a couple days ago, including reference to "Fat Jesus"....weird.

RIP John Spencer

He was a great actor, definitely on my list of people I would pay just to work with. Also seemed like a cool guy. Lotsa sadness. RIP.

I got a haircut but I don't feel like showing it to you currently.

So instead here's a cool picture of my cat. 'Cause it's her birthday. If you make fun of me for knowing my cat's birthday I'll totally beat you up.

Love

So I just remembered something about my dad that made me want to go give him a hug:

My dad's a computer programmer and when I was little he would make little games for me on the computer. He made hangman and a slowed down version of tetris so that I could actually play it without getting really frustrated and a game where you mixed different colors to match another color. And this game called "boxes" which you probably know how to play by a different name but I don't feel like explaining.

So anyway, all of this was mighty cool of my dad. I was a rather spoiled kid in the ways of computer games made specifically for me.

But the thing that really makes me want to go give him a hug is that when I was a baby (not just little, an actual goo-goo gah-gahing baby) he made a program so that anytime you hit a key on the keyboard the screen would pop up with lots of colorful shapes so that I could sit with him or my mom at the computer and bang at the keyboard and watch the pretty colors. My dad made an entire program just to amuse his itty bitty baby daughter with some colors and shapes.

I love my dad.

I'm pretty sure I've discovered where my love of geeks comes from.

And I'm pretty sure it's all because of watching this guy every day after school for years.

::writes love notes to Bill Nye::

I totally adore Heidi Klum, she's so cute. I mean, she's gorgeous, but if you hear her talk you just want to go hug her 'cause she seems so fun.

So yeah, I'd totally be Heidi Klum's friend.

Edit: I just wrote that and her and Conan had a conversation going like this:

Conan: "I can't imagine that you'd need touching up..."
Heidi: "Um..yes, I did once...I once had a pimple...I can't remember exactly when..hmm..I think it was 1993."
::Conan and entire audience crack up::

Yes, definitely adore her.

In the new old fashioned waaay...*

So here's a thing:

A couple of weeks ago I got home from school and was putting my stuff away in my room when I glance out my window. From my window you can see right into my neighbors living room and as I'm looking I see a man standing there, in the dark, no shirt, staring at our house.

So after a short "Wtf?" moment I call my mom in who says, "Um...lets go downstairs..." and after some conferencing and discreet spying out the window we decied to ignore him and shut my window shade. Maybe he's just having some heavy contemplation of...something. Whatever.

So a few hours later I peek out the window...he's still there. At this point I've started yelling out "What is he DOING?!" to my father at regular intervals. Okay, I've got to admit, I wasn't really doing this 'cause I was creeped out but more because it was really bugging my dad. Hehe. It was possibly better than when I got a manicure and my nails were orange and I would go up to him every day and go "Look, Dad, I have ORANGE NAILS!" and he just got the most exhasperated look on his face. Oh, I love my dad.

But I digress.

11 o'clock...I look out the window shade again...he's STILL THERE.

So my mom and I look out the window again, this time really suspicious and trying to figure out just what the hell he was doing. I was thinking maybe an image of the Virgin Mary eating a cheese sandwich has materialized on the side of our house and has him completely captivated. Okay, that's a lie, I was actually thinking something like he was lost in thought (though being lost in thought for that long didn't make sense) or possibly he was just mad at us for never raking our leaves in a timely fashion or still having our pumpkin out from Halloween or just the fact that we're not very good at keeping our house all pretty. My mom apparently was slightly worried he'd hung himself or something. Leave it to my mom to think of something disgustingly morbid. Once I asked her how come she has blue eyes though most Russian-decendant Jews are dark haired and brown eyed. Her answer? "Someone in our family got raped by a cossack."

Yeah. Thanks Mom.

Anyway, back to the creepy guy in the window. There's something you should know about my neighbor. He really gets into decorations. On Halloween he had a strobe light and lots of creepy things sitting on his porch. At Christmas he puts up tons of lights and ribbons and wreaths and candles in the windows and all that kinda stuff.

Well, apparently he was REALLY going all out this year because the crazy half-naked guy staring out our house turned out to be a mannequin that a couple of days later wound up on his porch dressed as Santa. It's actually pretty cute, he's got a bunch of other stuff as well.

So anyway, the moral of this story is be careful where you keep your mannequins or your neighbors might think you've gone insane and hung yourself.

Happy Holidays!





*Does this remind anyone else of that scene in Home Alone with the cardboard cutouts dancing in the window?

So, before Jesus was..y'know JESUS...were there other guys around named Jesus? Like how before Hitler "Adolf" was a popular name for German kids? What if it was a popular name, like you'd go to second grade and there's three other Jesus's in the class and you have to call them "Jesus C" and "Tall Jesus" and "Fat Jesus" to tell them apart.

What if, I ask...what if?

EDIT: Yes David, I know there are some people named Jesus (Hey-Zeus), but it's not like it's insanely popular.