So I don’t have to think too much. At least not before noon.




You Are Changing Leaves



Pretty, but soon dead.


What Part of Fall Are You?

You Are 40% Weird



Normal enough to know that you’re weird…

But too damn weird to do anything about it!

How Weird Are You?

At first I got 20%, but I wasn’t completely honest, and my cousin Kirsten doubted the accuracy of the test, since she scored 30%, so I retook it.

Your Seduction Style: Au Natural



You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it.

That’s because you’re a natural at seduction. You don’t realize your power!

The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism.

You’re the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world.

Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in.

You find joy in everything – so is it any surprise that people find joy in you?

You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways.

Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you.

As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you.

What Kind of Seducer Are You?

Your Blog Should Be Purple

You’re an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything.

You tend to set blogging trends, and you’re the most likely to write your own meme or survey.

You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you – not what anyone else has to say.

What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?


Well, I’d change the color, except, as we know from above, I am soon to be dead. At least I’m pretty.

In my neighborhood, there is a house with an immaculate yard, and nearly perfect front lawn. Lush and green, it looks like carpet. Within this house, lives an older couple, I’m guessing mid to late 70’s. They keep things neat and clean around there. Sometimes, on nice days, they open the garage door and move some lawn chairs right up to the edge. Not actually out on the driveway, but still inside the garage, they sit and watch the traffic go by. Recently, they’ve added a new feature to their shag carpet lawn, which I call Placemat Platitudes.

It started out with what looked like a golf club stuck in the ground, with a piece of cardboard attached. On the cardboard was pasted an 11×17 piece of paper, with a platitude printed on it in red and green. It looked like a placemat from an Italian restaurant. As I was driving by, it looked to me that the whole thing, the cardboard and the placemat, had been wrapped in plastic to protect it from the elements. A couple of weeks went by, the platitudes would change every couple of days. Soon the stick in the ground was upgraded for a small easel. I meant to blog about it at the time, but something more interesting always came up.

But then, the Placemat Platitudes went away, and I was sad. I’d lost my chance to share them with you. I remember some of the quotes and sentiments that were displayed. My faovrite was a quote from Abraham Lincoln.

“The ballot is stronger than the bullet.”

I found it ironic. You know… considering his death. There were others, something about Fate choosing your Family, but YOU chose your Friends. I wish I had written them down. Well good news!! They are back! Maybe by popular request, I do not know. And this one is a doozy of brilliance!

“I learn from my misteaks.”

Get it? mis-steaks! Cuz, you see, it’s spelled wrong and… oh, nevermind.

Pardon my silence. Things got a bit busy towards the end of my vacation there. And yesterday i was just exhausted. When I got home from work, I basically slept, woke up a for a bit, slept, woke up for even less of a bit and slept through the night until 4 am.

My punk rock friend Kam was in town this weekend. On Friday night we went to see Turbonegro at the Showbox. I’m going to be honest with you, I had no idea who the were. But this was one of the main reasons for Kam’s visit, although she tends to drop by for a weekend at least once a year.

Whatever opening acts they had, we missed. The place was crowded and we were standing towards the back. Finally they band came out. Turbonegro wears cute little outfits, alá The Village People. There was a sailor, a man in a top hat and tux jacket, a man with a hard hat, another with what appeared to be a German army officer hat and coat, the lead singer was dressed like a hippy, and the drummer was a gang banger. I stayed and watched about three songs. Then the lead singer said we all needed to be taught a lesson about death punk and the wearing of denim as a second skin. Wearing denim is of some significance to fans of Turbonegro I guess. But the thing is, I really don’t think I need to learn any more about death punk. I know about as much as I care to know. And I’ve been wearing denim all my life. So I went to hang out in the Green Room, drink cokes with cherries and read The Stranger.

But Kam enjoyed it. And that’s what’s important. I only wish I had the chance to practice my limited Norwegian on someone.

Hi!

I’ve taken this week off from work. I’ve also taken it off from getting dressed, replying to emails, blogging, brushing my hair, getting up before noon, answering the telephone and generally acknowledging any kind of responsibilities. I’ve been very busy. Doing things like sleeping in, buying a vacuum, hanging out with my little brother, hooking myself up with wireless internet connection, watching movies, playing the sims, reading comics and other important things. And today I will bother to get dressed. Because tonight we’ll be having birthday pie!

I am quite sure that I woke up with some extra maturity and wisdom this morning. I just don’t think it’s kicked in yet.