This is part 2 of the scintillating koala bear discussion!
To The People Who Want Me To Sign Something
Hey so some of you requested that I sign copies of various things and while I don’t yet have a PO Box because I’m lazy and, well, yeah that’s pretty much it, I realized how we can do this. Announce yourselves again and I’ll post the address where you should send whatever in the comments. Yay!
To The People Who Want Me To Sing Something
I’m sorry, I don’t take requests.
Reviews of Countries We Haven't Been To: Venezuela
Watching "The Balls File"
which is the aforementioned nightmare of a video file which I talked about yesterday and one thing is screechingly clear to me:
Dustin and I think Dustin and I are very funny.
Dustin and I Had a Little Debate About Naming
Books, shows and movies as imagined by Nadya Suleman
Are we as a culture over Octo Mom? Or is it just me because I talked about it on Geraldo on Oscars night? (Oh, did I mention that already?) Anyway, I made this list even though it feels kind of like a yesterday thing to do. Maybe I’m just moving too fast? Probably. I’m very ahead of my time. In fact I’ve already enjoyed this weekend. I’d tell you what I did but don’t want to cause a tear in the space time continuum. I’m sure you understand. [oh, and cheesy request here but if you like this list please use the Share This button at the bottom to digg it or technorati it or make it delicious or put lip gloss on it or call it Trudie or whatever it is that people do when they do that stuff.]
Books, shows and movies as imagined by Nadya Suleman
What to Expect When You’re Expecting Octuplets
With Eight You Get Eggroll… And Gov’t Assistance
Eight Isn’t Enough
Three Men and a Baby, Plus Seven More Babies, Minus Three Men
He’s Just Not That Into Eight Babies
The Audacity of Hoping No One Notices You’re a Crazy Bitch With Fourteen Children
The Seven Habits of Highly Fertile Women
I Hope They Serve Huggies In Hell
Like Breast Milk For Chocolate
The Unbearable Lightness of Micro-Preemies
Question
Ok blog readers new and old, I have a question for you. If I were to choose a comment of the week or a few or something is that the kind of thing that would be awesome and promote goodness and virtue and gumdrops and unicorns among all of us or would it create a Lord of the Flies type situation? Because I love all of you equally and also I love each of you more than any of the others and today I was reading comments and laughing out loud and my eyes were almost watering I was so loving the comments but I don’t want to get in there and mess up our delicate, um, community. You know how one’s digestive system is a delicate balance of bacteria (the good kind) and also whatever else is in there and if you take antibiotics or eat too much yogurt or something it can throw everything out of whack? Well I don’t want this blog to get a yeast infection or become gaseous. I don’t want to essentially rub raw eggs or salmonella infested chicken all over the cutting board of our love. You know?
Tobey channels golden age of recording
Reader Kathy Lang on Facebook pointed out something I hadn’t noticed! See below.
This is making me want to punch my computer
You may have to click on it to be able to read it. See, this wouldn’t be annoying if I’d actually been able to download anything today but instead I tried and when the thing said it was 27% downloaded for about three hours (the whole download was only supposed to take two hours) I finally made the Sophie’s Choice decision that it was actually frozen and not just taking its sweet time so I canceled the download. Sort of like when you’ve been sitting on hold for a long time and then finally give up but worry that now you’ll have to start over. Or when you’re waiting to use a public restroom and it’s taking forever and you suddenly worry that maybe there’s no one in the bathroom and you decide you’ll just wait a little longer instead of being that psycho pounding on the door so you wait a little longer and then you realize that if there’s no one in there as you fear, you’ll never find out because eventually NOTHING will happen and that will be the indicator. That stretching yawning nothingness. Have I lost you all?