So I am supposed to post links to five blogs that I have lately begun to read and enjoy.

Um. There are so many.. I like her and him and him too and he’s a favorite and so’s she.

Damn, but I’ve linked to all of them before.

Alright, so here’s five others that I love to read and you will too….

Moxilicious… she’s taking the world by storm. 🙂

Aussie Lass… moved to France for love.. sweet and funny.

Someday this will be funny… he’ll make you laugh and cry.

The blog of Augustus Reed… he needs some attention. 🙂

Mind the Gap… she bakes things and then puts pics of them up and refuses to ship.. but she’s pretty funny, too. 🙂

OK, that is all.

I have participated in Blog Day.

Vindication is mine.

John Mayer’s looking for a few good songwriters.. he has some lyrics and he wants some help.

Here are his lyrics:

I keep a note that I wrote on a taxi receipt
It says, “Don’t listen to anybody other than me”
I hit the big time for a nominal fee
You lose a friend in the end for every dream that you see come true
I got scars upon scrapes, I’ve got bruises on breaks
Masochistically committed to see how much of this I’ll take
Three years under water, and I ain’t even got the shakes
I’m going deeper and deeper and deeper

I’ve got dreams to remember, I’ve got days to forget
I’ve got some phone calls in to God but he ain’t called me back just yet

Check it out.

Why yes, yes he is. (This is the article.)

Prove it. (This is the test.)

So my darling friend had stayed over the other night. I had left for work rather early, so left him sleeping with a note that said, “Stay as long as you like, and help yourself to anything you want to eat.” I have, a) no idea how long he stayed, and b) no idea about what he ate. No matter, I don’t care. But…

I tend to eat egg white omelettes in the morning. They’re yummy and I need the protein (vegetarian). Alright, so this morning the omelette is made, I’m munching on a piece of toast and starting to read my email. (I get lovely emails in the morning.) Anyway, so I reach behind me into a shelf for the ketchup and zoots alors it is not there! So I ponder this for a moment. Oh yes, last night we used it and the last time I saw it was over by the big chair. I check. Nope, not there. I try desperately to remember if I had even put it away. I don’t think I did.

Hmmm.

There is one last place. A place where ketchup should never be, but where I often find it in other people’s homes. The refrigerator. Sure enough, it’s sitting on the top shelf. First of all, yech. It does not say to refrigerate it on the package people, therefore it should not be refrigerated. On top of that, cold ketchup? Icky. Very, very icky. And extra sour, too.

Gag.

POLL: Do you refrigerate your ketchup?

I found this, from her. She’s funny.

This is cute as all hell. And mine do this. All the time. 🙂

Just wanted to share.

If that doesn’t do it for you.. go here, scroll down, and check out the arc en ciel. It’s gorgeous.

Here’s the most fascinating part about Seattle. While it rains most of the time, that rain is normally light and and spritzy. Since I have moved East, I have experienced the worst torrential rainstorms ever in my life—the kind of storms that leave you drenched and the roads flooded. Today is one of those days.

It rained, nay, it poured all. night. long. Couple that with general restlessness, the insider did not get more than five hours of sleep last night. So I am here, at work, at 8:50 AM.

That is so wrong.

Just interesting. Friends are back from college.. one is sleeping on my couch tonight. Right now we are watching the Monday night West Wing marathon.. it’s one of the things I love about him. He loves it as much as I do. 🙂

Want to know how much we love it? We can recite entire episodes.. and we did. 🙂 Yes, we are sick people. But do you know how great this show is? It’s fantastic—the writing, the cast—just fantastic.

In other news, if you are in the UK, and you search on msn for “sex mad houswives” (spelled incorrectly and without quotes), the insider comes up as number six. Huh. I am not mad or a housewife.

Hmmm.. on another note, the lovely Keira likes to bite ears. 🙂

That is all.

See, because my friend the ghetto gurrl gets to see this all day…

… Whilst I am in an office (all alone again today.. sigh).

Anyway, swing on over and welcome her to the blogosphere. It’s her first day! 🙂

So I snatched this from her, who, btw, is a very entertaining read.

Anyway, I knew I was a nerd… BUT, I did not know I was a pure nerd. Now that’s a bumper sticker I’d like to have. 🙂

Pure Nerd
65 % Nerd, 26% Geek, 17% Dork

For The Record:

A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.
A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.
A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.

You scored better than half in Nerd, earning you the title of: Pure Nerd.

The times, they are a-changing. It used to be that being exceptionally smart led to being unpopular, which would ultimately lead to picking up all of the traits and tendences associated with the “dork.” No-longer. Being smart isn’t as socially crippling as it once was, and even more so as you get older: eventually being a Pure Nerd will likely be replaced with the following label: Purely Successful.

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 71% on nerdiness
You scored higher than 26% on geekosity
You scored higher than 14% on dork points

Take the test

Aren’t you folks lucky?! You know a pure nerd. 😛

You’d think there wouldn’t be that much to say about road tripping to New Hampshire. In fact, in my opinion, it’s not really a road trip if it takes less than three hours, so technically it was more of a scenic drive. Very, very scenic.

I was less than an hour from my destination, a blues festival in Portsmouth, when a jaunty little roadster was clipped by an SUV right in front of me. Being the nice (read: stupid and dumb) person I am, I pulled over (along with the car to our left) to see if everyone was alright. They were.. but the cars were not. The roadster, to put it mildly, had suffered some pretty severe damage and honestly, I was surprised that the couple inside weren’t injured. The SUV had a broken headlight and something else that involved the grill (I think). I said, “OK, I’ll just take off then.. glad everyone’s fine.”

A “Nooooooo” comes from behind. I turn.

The passenger of the roadster, looking particularly frazzled, informed me that as a witness, I had to stay and talk to the cops. I told her I didn’t think that was necessary and I was kinda running late, sooo….

Yeah.

Apparently I lack the necessary skill to look a 60-year-old woman in the eye and say, “No, I am leaving now, thank you very much. I do not care about your car or who’s fault it was, I have plans.”

So I stayed. And I talked to the highway patrol (not too bad and uniform-wearing, so that’s a plus) and then, two hours later, I was on my merry way.

The festival was incredible, Amos Lee rocked (you have to see this guy live—good god, I want to put him in my pocket and carry him around with me to play all the time) and on the way home, I made a pitstop at Trader Joe’s for sushi and tofu/spinach egg rolls (don’t knock ’em, they will rock your world).

Now I am home. I have spent the better part of the day with way too many people, so I am happily ensconced with a glass of Pinot Grigio, an independent film P.S. and Prague, an excellent novel I just started. Yes, I can read and watch a movie at the same time—envy me. 😛