Joe posted this on my page at The Activity Pit. I wasn’t going to make today day two of the war on un-cute, but why not?
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more cuteness!
This guy againOkay so today hasn’t been the edgiest day. Perhaps I’m ovulating? Regardless, since it’s an all out cute-palooza, here’s a link to some adorable duck and chick videos that was just sent to me.
Incidentally, I really hope today is the day someone thinking about hiring me checks out my blog discover how newsy and relevant I am. I have my finger on the pulse… of waterfowl.
Baby tabasco break
I mean, while I’m posting photos of small cute things…
Baby manatee break
I received a request for a baby manatee and as I don’t have the time to give birth right now, I thought I’d just post this photo.
Time for a duckling break
Adorable, but this picture is too small.
Also adorable and also too small.
This duckling break has really been more of a duckling tease than anything.
Actually, I kind of like Postum
When you’re a little kid and you go to Las Vegas for family vacations—which isn’t all that fun, by the way, though Circus Circus is/was mindblowing—you drink this or tomato juice. Gawker says it’s coming back. I didn’t realize it went away. I think there’s probably a 25 year old jar of it in my parents’ cupboard.
I'm a thief
As a writer and delightful bon vivant I’m always worried about unintentionally ripping someone off. I’ve talked about this with other writers and whenever a particular word or phrase flies off your fingertips too easily it’s suspect. For example, I recall “alluring down-turned smile” once coming out of me and then wondering where it came from because it didn’t really sound like me.
Anyway! Remember when I wrote that whole good news and bad news post? Titled I Blame Denver? Well I went to Wendy’s blog tonight and looks like she had the good news/bad news construct cornered way before I did. I feel so… stealthy.
Yes, that’s right, I’ll say it. I am proud that I’m stealing. You think I’m going to live by your rules? By society’s rules? I don’t think so. I name my plants and I steal from my friends. It’s just who I am.
Ducklings de-stress me
From Cute Overload.
I am stressed!
Again with the stress. If fear and anxiety were a pinball and my body were a pinball machine, someone would be racking up a lot of points playing me because that ball is zinging around, bouncing off my spleen and ricocheting off my ileum and then getting caught in my pancreas where you think it’s lost and then it pops out again and stuff lights up and now there’s two balls zipping around! No two ball jokes, please.
See, I was feeling fairly on top of stuff because yesterday went well and so I could stop stressing about that and then today I made a to-do list and it wasn’t as scary as I thought but then I found out that I may have to do an on-air interview late next week which is when I’d planned on moving and somehow that’s toppling my whole house-of-cards-of-calm feeling I’d built out of this deck of 52 Bicycles, which is a kind of card, not actual bikes because there’s no way I could build a house out of actual bikes! I’d get covered in gearshift oil! I’d smell like tires!
I wish I had a desktop zen garden with a small waterfall and little bonsai tree. I need some kind of desktop de-stresser.
I blame Denver
Well I have good news and bad news. The bad news is that I won’t be on Red Eye on Monday because there won’t be Red Eye on Monday because of the conventions. The good news is that there’s a bruise on my left arm which, if you look at the underside of my arm you can see the vein and the bruise is kinda smack in the middle of veinville (which sounds like a disgusting porno location, doesn’t it?) and so it looks like an oil spill in the middle of the road, under my skin, but it’s getting smaller. The bad news is that I can’t have pets in my new place. The good news is that I’m going to be hosting the video component of this big festival in New York that’s going to be bringing together a bunch of cool bands and filmmakers and design people and DJs and I’ll be interviewing them and whatnot, on camera, so if you’re needing your fix of me which, let’s face it, YOU ARE, you will be able to get that next month for ten days, more than once a day. The bad news is that I’m sleepy. The good news is that I may even be doing yoga on video for the first time ever. The bad news is that I won’t be able to keep a straight face. The good news is that I really enjoy hosting and this will give me a chance to really flex my host muscle. The bad news is that I pulled my host muscle carrying groceries and man does it ache. The good news is that host muscle weighs more than fat, but it’s more dense, so you might be losing inches. The bad news is that there’s no good TV on tonight.
I feel like I had more and better good and bad news, but it just didn’t come together as I’d hoped.