Awesome

So the former science editor and on-air correspondent for NPR just got busted with kiddie porn. You know, seriously, if you want to surf for porn, feel free. I have no problem with it. But, please, PLEASE don't surf for kiddie porn. And for crying out loud, don't download the stuff! There is absolutely no reason to download porn.

I mean, seriously, people, how hard is it? Wait...no, I didn't just say that....How difficult is it? Surf, find what you like, do what you need to, and move on with your day. No downloading needed.

I guess I'm glad these people are stupid about it, and we can get them off the streets. If they were smart, they may go on to more serious crimes without getting caught. Ugh.

I heart Brendon Donnelly

So my favorite blog of all time is What Would Tyler Durden Do. It's written by Brendon Donnelly and it is absolutely fantastic.

Today he blogged about Gwyneth Paltrow's new website. I would like to tell you all about, but there is no possible way on earth that I could do it better than he did.

Seriously, are production people in that much demand?

So first, let me ask you all to take a moment to mourn the lost of Normal Gentle. He will be missed.

Now, on to more pressing matters. Basically, what the hell is with AI's production this year? It sucks! They have had video clip issues, camera shot issues, sound issues, lighting issues. It's been totally ameteur. I know we're in an economic slump and all, but can't they afford to hire anyone other than film-school interns? I hope this season gets better. Otherwise, I may have so much free time in the evenings that I'm forced to do something drastic. Like spending an evening engaged in conversation with my husband.

On a different topic, I have this picture that my parents sent me of me when I was little. I was comparing it to the kids. Everyone tells me that Emily looks like me and David looks like Kelvin. I disagree. I think David looks like me. What do you think?

Eh, I don't know. Mabye they're a perfect little morph between Kelvin and I. I'll try to dig up a pic of Kelvin as a baby to compare.

Oh, and one last thing. Emily drew a great picture tonight. It's of her, wearing her green dress, watching TV and jumping on the sofa.

The pink hands are her painted nails. The thing that looks like a rainbow is the tv with "something on top." And the circle with a line between it and the tv is the plug. Cute, huh?

I'm so conflicted

So I watch American Idol. Come on, admit it, you do too. We all do. It's ok. But this year, I am not enjoying it. It's...well...boring. The singers are all just eh.

Except one. One of them makes me smile. And that's my sweet sweet fucked-in-the-head Nick Mitchell (aka Norman Gentle). For some reason, I just want this guy to go on. At first I hated him. I was annoyed with the whole farce. The sweatbands...the weird eelskin shimmershirt.

But then they started showing these little tidbits of the real Nick. Now I just feel for the guy. He's clearly got some serious social issues. But he's funny as all get out, and frankly, if he didn't have his comedy as an outlet, he'd end up being one of my cases at work.

He reminds me of Andy Dick. You know, he's probably brilliant, but he so socially uncomfortable that he has to create this other persona to deal with all social situations. Granted, the alter-ego thing really works for Norman (and for Andy, come to think of it). It just makes you wonder what they are like "in real life."

So anyway, I hope people vote him through, because I dont' want him to end up looking like ol' Andy. But at the same time, he's really not the next American Idol. Then again, none of the people I've seen so far are, so we might as well go with the crazy. At least he's fun.

Two of these things belong together; two of these things are kind of the same...

So Britney Spears got busted with an illegal cell phone recently. Her dad got a restraining order against those two guys who were getting her in all kinds of weird messes last year, but she apparently got a prepaid phone, and has been calling them in the middle of the night.

Gee, it seems like there was someone else getting in trouble for having illegal cell phones recently. Who was it again?

You got me.

So I totally broke my diet today. And I fully intend to keep doing it for the rest of the night. Get over it. I have.

Oh yeah

So it's been over two weeks since I stopped drinking diet coke. I totally forgot to blog about it. Probably because I have pretty much forgotten about it at all. I still occaisionally want one (and I now think that would be ok), but I don't crave it. Here's what I found:

I don't think it kept me from craving sugary snacks. I still do that.

It didn't help me lose weight, probably because stopping it didn't make me stop craving junk food.

I don't feel physically better because of stopping.

I did have caffene withdrawl for about 5-7 days, but it wasn't unbearable. I had pretty bad headaches, and that was about it.

I don't really miss it.

So there you go. I successfully broke my diet coke addiction. Now on to my food addiction. By the way, my Public Humiliation diet is going well. I haven't cheated at all...well, I did eat cookies yesterday, but I was giving blood and I almost passed out. Am I just justifying?

Who would have guessed?

So Kelvin and I occasionally order food from the place called "The Soup Peddler." They pre-make meals and deliver them cold to your home or work, so you can heat them up later. I think this is a sort of up-and-coming trend. Or at least, it was before the recession. I would guess a lot of these places are seriously hurting for business now.

Anyway, we usually order an entree, such as King Ranch Chicken, or Stuffed Pork Chops. They are always really good. This week, I got Shepherd's Pie, Ravioli, and Broccoli Cheese Soup. This is actually the first time I have ever ordered soup from them. Guess what?

The Soup Peddler makes good soup.

Justin Timberlake Update

So my friend, Lark, informed me that I am correct. JT was, in fact, in a boy band. But, alas, he also informed me that I didn't spell it correctly. I thought it was In Sync. Apparently, it's "'n sync" or "*nsync," and I should know better than to write it as two correctly spelled words.

Whatever, Lark.

I believe...ok, not really

So you know how excited I get when I see a new country pop up on my viewer map. This morning I got one in Madagascar. That's cool because it gives me a whole new continent. But today, my excitement is eclipsed by the stark reality of the world we live in. You see, yesterday at lunch, my spirit was broken when my friend David informed me that there probably aren't real people reading my blog in Dubai or Korea or Iran (or Madagascar). He went on and on (ok, not really, but it makes for a better story) about how these international hits were nothing more than spam seeking computers bouncing off my site.

Well, screw you David (not literally of course, I have standards). I am going to believe that somewhere, deep in a remote village of Madagascar (does Madagascar have remote villages?), there's a little boy clinging to my every word, wishing he too could be in Austin, where the weather sucks, and the liberals on bikes covered in "save our springs" stickers yell at you for trying to pass them while there going 14 miles an hour down a busy road with a 45 mph speed limit during rush hour, carrying their little green bag made out of recycled diapers, brimming with fruits and veggies, and tofu shepherd's pie.

Don't give up little Amanaranaja. I just know I have readers in five of the seven continents of this world. I believe in my dreams...believe in yours too.

Odd

My blog seems to have disappeared. Hopefully it will be back in the visible world tomorrow. Er, later today after I go to bed and then get up again.

Hubba?

So GQ just came out with its list of the most stylish men in America. Who's number one? You know, it's who you would suspect. Justin Timberlake. What? Huh? Did I just say that?

Why yes, my friend, I did. So, being the natural investigator, I went to find a horrific picture of this kid to prove GQ wrong.

I couldn't. He's actually quite stylish. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's a little on the preppy side, and he almost overdoes the signature v-neck:

But all in all, not too shabby. Oh, wait, here's a look I could do without:

But in his defense, this looks like it was taken when he was younger. What was he before he actually had his own identity? Was in In Sync? I don't know. It was one of those bands made up of 12-year-old boys whose testicles haven't dropped yet. They all came out long after I was 12, so I never really kept up with them. I'll have to ask Lark. He'd know for sure.

Other honerable mentions on the list included Kanye West:

A true fashion god. Here, we see him with Urkel's glasses:

And here he is with a cute clutch tied to his waist (and Urkel's sunglasses...those two must be tight):

But, in his defense, he looks pretty freakin good here:

This guy was on the list too. I have no clue who he is, but he's hot, so I'm all for him being on the list:

Be careful what you wish for

So you know how I got a PS3 for Valentine's Day? Well, it was brilliant on my part...I get a present I want, and it's one my hubby wants to get me. Yeah. Be careful what you wish for. I have a feeling that I am now going to be fighting the big man for TV time. His Grand Theft Auto is going to interfere with my American Idol. The only solution is to buy another 67" tv for the bedroom. Thank god our anniversary is right around the corner!

Seriously, people...just wash your hands.

A friend of mine just came into my office and told me about her bathroom experience. We've all been there before...you go into the bathroom, and the whole place is empty. So, being the polite person that you are, you take the first stall. You're just settling in, and bam, the stall door next to yours closes. WTF? How is it, with 4 empty stalls to choose from, this a-hole (pun intended) has to take the spot right next to your occupied stall? Does she know its you, and just wants to piss you off? Does she have a secret lesbian crush on you, and she's actually stalking you, thinking of ways to get that pesky husband of your out of the picture? Is she incredibly near sighted, and just not realize that the bathroom has several stalls beyond the first two?

No, she's just another self-absorbed bitch who thinks her shit doesn't stink. Literally. Well, guess what, lady? It does. It's smells pretty freaking bad. I should know, I've been within feet of it coming out of your ass.

But that's not all. She does her business, and you ride out the storm, hoping you can keep yourself together until she finishes her clearly-more-important business. And you make it. You hear the flush, the click of her stall door...and then the slam of the door to the hall.

WTF? It's not that hard. It would take 30 seconds of her life. Yet apparently she can't even be bothered to wash her fucking hands! Again, your mind races...did the building lose water pressure? Does she have some horrific disease that she is bitter about, so she does what she can to spread the pain? Is she somehow allergic to cheap soap and city water?

No, she's just another self-absorbed bitch who can't be bothered to wash the piss off her hands.

Our office definitely has this person. She thinks she can get in and out so fast that nobody will know it's her. And when cornered, she washes her hands. I've seen her do it. If you come out of the stall at the same time as her, she'll wash. In fact, now when I see her go into the bathroom, I purposefully make sure I'm around when she's done, so she'll be forced to wash. It's my little way of performing a public service.

I know who you are lady...we all do.

Dogs are better people than peole are

So I saw this on facebook the other day, and I was totally amazed. It's a video of a dog rescuing another dog. I'm fairly certain that a vast majority of the human world would not have attempted this rescue. I mean, Tom Cruise would have, but he's a superhero.




I think what we have all learned from this is that dogs are better people than we are. I'm not at all surprised.

Question: Is everyone not seeing the comment link on this blog, or is it just me? WTF, blogspot?

The Public Humiliation Diet

So, as you know, I stopped drinking diet coke almost 2 weeks ago. I don't seem to have any ill side effects from it, but I have to say that I haven't really seen any benefit from it either. Of course, as you also know, I had to start taking drugs halfway through my experiment that probably are masking any good effects from the no-diet-coke thing.

At any rate, I think that I have been successful at the no-diet-coke thing because I committed to stopping on my blog, and I would have had to publicly shame myself if I started drinking it. Thus, my idea for the Public Humiliation Diet.

I am going on a diet. And, no, I'm not going to be one of those annoying people who tells everyone every day about their diet adventures. I'm not going to talk about how I feel and all that crap. But if I go off the diet, I am going to put it on the blog so you guys can mock my weak ass. Maybe the threat of having to tell the world when I eat a bunch of junk food will actually keep me from doing it. We'll see (of course, we all know the meaning of "we'll see.")

UPDATE: So I have a new follower (hey Dave). He added himself this morning after I posted this. I can only assume it was so he would not miss when I fail miserably at my diet! :-)

Holy Crap!

So I got a PS3 for Valentine's Day. I am most excited. I wanted it for a couple of reasons. First, I want a blu-ray player. It has one, and it's got upgradable firmware. Second, I wanted Kelvin to want it too, and since it's a PS3, he will. We rented Grand Theft Auto for it, and it's really fun (but it's giving me carpel tunnel syndrome).

But tonight, I put a blu-ray in it for the first time. Oh. My. God. It was almost as good as a movie theatre. The screen would actually need to be about a foot bigger, but otherwise...it was art. Really. I have NEVER seen a picture that clear on a tv. I can't believe how good it looked. Of course, it made me realize how much I need surround sound.

:-)

Oh, and in other news, I have cute kids. Here's proof:

And here's even more proof:

Woah

So you know I have that little tracker thing in the corner of my blog. Not the counter, but the one with the world map. Well, it's getting full of red dots from all over the place. My current tally is:


United States (US) 196
Canada (CA) 5
Germany (DE) 3
Spain (ES) 3
Sweden (SE) 3
New Zealand (NZ) 2
United Kingdom (GB) 2
Denmark (DK) 1
Netherlands (NL) 1
Belgium (BE) 1
Australia (AU) 1
Korea, Republic of (KR) 1
Mexico (MX) 1

Pretty cool, huh?

So anyway, a friend of mine said I should do a world tour. It would be called "KELVIN AND CAROLE'S WORLD TOUR" (creative, I know). I could go from country to country, visiting the people who read my blog. And by "visiting" I mean, "crashing at the houses of." Then I could blog about each of them. I personally think it's a brilliant idea. Who wants to be the first stop?

UPDATE: I now have a couple of hits in the Middle East. So now I can break up my journey between Europe and Korea. :-)

My Beast of Burden

So I have this friend; let's call him..."Lark."* He is musically challenged. He once thought "The Dark Side of the Moon" was sung by the Moody Blues. It's awesome to go out to eat with him, because you can get him to try and tell you who's singing. He's pretty good with things like Pat Boone or Kenny G, but everything else is just plain fun. The best part is how he guesses Stevie Ray Vaughn for...well, nearly anyone (such as Jimi Hendrix, Carlos Santana, and Enya).

This morning, I was getting a breakfast taco with him, and "Beast of Burden" came on the radio. I said "hey, Lark, who's this?" He listened for a moment, and then said "Mick Jagger?" Imagine my surprise. But I wasn't about to let him off that easy. So I said "well...kind of." Then he said "oh, oh...Aerosmith!" I just stared at him, too dumbfounded to even laugh. Then he said "Mick Jagger's in Aerosmith, right?" If I was drinking diet coke these days, it would have shot straight out of my nose.

Of course, they do both have bad hair and big lips. Maybe Lark isn't so far off after all.

* The names have been changed to protect Mark. Oh, and by the way, dude...thanks for letting me post this. :-)

I heart Jason Dick

So my favorite raido station is 101x. This is mostly due to their morning show which frankly is the best raido show I have ever heard. Today, they had asked listeners to phone in with Anti-Valentine's Day poems. They were joking that someone was going to end up calling in with "something crazy like a haiku." So I did. Here it is:

I love beer a lot.
It makes me smile on Fridays,
And Saturdays too.

When I called in, the intern, who they call Sorority Intern, answered. I told her my haiku, and she put me on hold. She wrote a note to Jason (the show is Jason and Deb). It said "Carole is on line 2 with a hycoo."

God, that bitch is annoying

So I admit it. I love watching American Idol. But this season, they have this crazed self-absorbed tramp named Tatiana on there, and she makes me want to vomit, then drink my vomit, then vomit again and take a bath in it. No...wait...that's what she would do. I just want to kick her ass. I swear to God just the presence of her on the show is enough to make me stop watching it. I considered posting a video of her, but then I remember that I actaully like you people, and don't want to bring you harm. Other than her, though, I think that there are a lot of talented people this year...far better than last year's crop (although I still like David Cook).

Oh, and I have now gone an entire week without any soda. Woot!

Lost and Found

Lost -- One Robot. Goes by the name Roomba. Small, round, black, with wheels and little spinny brushes. Last seen under my kitchen table. Has been missing for one day. If seen, do not approach, as it may sense danger and flee. Immediately contact Carole Callaghan. Thank you, and God bless.


!!!!REWARD IF FOUND!!!!



UPDATE: Kelvin found the Roomba. It had apparently gone on some sort of self-indulgent binge under Emily's bed, and lost consciousness after swallowing several hairbands and a jack. We have be able to save it, and expect it to make a full recovery.

Pet of the month

So in the Callaghan household, we have a little reward that goes to the pet who was the best behaved during the previous month. It's aptly named pet of the month. It's bounced around all of our animals, but now that we just have one cat and one dog, it's getting harder and harder to pick a winner. This month, Kelvin was so disgusted with both of our pets, that he crowned a new winner.

So, without further ado, I present you, the February, 2009 Callaghan Pet of the Month:

EMILY CALLAGHAN

Emily wants you all to know that she feels truly blessed to have received such a prestigious award, and that she will strive to live up to the standards set by previous pets. In her first official act as pet of the month, Emily went poop in the toilet, stating that the courteous pet never shits where she sleeps. Emily is scheduled to make an appearance at Petco later this month, and looks forward to meeting her loyal fans. "I'm still not sure about the whole ass-sniffing thing," she told reporters, "but I want my fellow canine and feline friends to know that I honestly consider myself to be one of them, so I'm willing to take the leap."

I could not be more proud, Emily. I always dreamed that one day, my daughter would go on to achieve great things. Now, my dream has come true.

The Northwest

So I feel like the Northwest U.S. is underutilizing my blog. I don't have a single hit from any of those states (most of which I can't even name without help). So if you know anyone from Washington state or Oregon, or...you know...uh...Wyoming (is Idaho up there?), tell them to read my blog. I think if I can just find my niche up there I'll really catch on. :-)

Happy Birthday Kelvin

So today is Kelvin's birthday. I won't tell you how old he is for two reasons. First, that's something he can share with you if he wants, but it's not my place to say. Second, he's older than me, but he looks younger than me, and I don't want to be reminded of that by having to tell your sorry ass how old he is.

So anyway, happy birthday babe. I hope you have a good one. Which will be no thanks to me because I didn't bother doing anything special for you. But that's just because I know you don't want anyone to make a fuss, and I care about what you want.

I also need to update everyone on how the diet coke thing is going. It's now been almost a week, and I am doing good. I still crave them, but I think that's me craving the taste of them. My headaches have started to go away, though, so I think I'm about over the bad part. Frankly, other than beeing a little tired and having headaches, it wasn't that bad. I have basically stayed the same weight, and I don't feel any better or any worse. But here's my new problem. I'm taking these stupid hormones now (see my last entry) and they have really icky side effects. So I am probably not going to feel any better until I get off those in two weeks. So I may have to extend or (better yet) suspend my experiment until next month. Thoughts? Suggestions?

Finally, I watched part of Obama's sales pitch yesterrday. I have a couple of comments. First, he made me seasick going back and forth between the two teleprompters. Seriously, dude, don't switch sides every sentence. It's annoying as all get out. It's almost as annoying as Bush's long pauses. Second, stop trying to hide the fact that you are selling your bill. It's obvious what you are doing, and it's patronizing for you to try to mask your agenda. Oh, and seriously, don't ever preempt House again. That is just not acceptable. There's plenty of time during the day that you can suck an hour of my life without me noticing. Be a little more considerate, pal.

Poor Kelvin

So my doctor, in his infinite wisdom, put me on hormones today. That's right. He actually believes that I need to be more hormonal than I currently am. So I went to the pharmacy to pick up my newfound treasure, and the pharmacist wanted to go over it with me. Here's what she said (this isn't a direct quote, but it's close). "This drug has a few side effects you need to be aware of. First, you should take it at night, because it will tend to make you dizzy or lightheaded. It also may alter your mood."

Woah. Exactly what did she mean, I asked. She said (and this is a direct quote): "You'll be...grouchy."

"Well," I said, "at least I'll have an excuse now."

She then went on to describe the other side effects:

--bloating

--breast tenderness

--diarrhea

--drowsiness

--dry mouth
--fluid retention

--headache

--heartburn
--muscle pain

--nausea

--stomach pain or cramping

--tiredness

--vomiting

Then, she said to me "You know these may not work, right?"

Diet Coke update

So apparently I am addicted to caffene. But I'm now on day five or something, and I haven't had a soda yet. I've gained weight (hey, I have to replace the soda with something!), and I feel like ass. So far, so good.
:)

Christian Bale is sorry and stupid

So Christian Bale finally came out and apologized for cussing out his director of photography on the set of his new movie, which I believe is called "Crying tittie-baby II."

Here's his excuse:

I got annoyed and then what happened, I made it ugly and that was awful of me. ... I took it way too far and I completely mixed up fact and fiction. I'm half John Connor and half Christian there.

Yeah, Christian, and I'm half king kong and half easter bunny. Of course, those who know me, know that I actually am half strong and powerful, and half soft and full love and kindness, so maybe that's a bad analogy. But you get the idea.

(P.S. The picture is Emily doing her impression of Christian Bale...I think she really captures the essence of his pain at what happened to him that day. The fact that she has been able to capture the raw emotion at this young age is promising. I really feel like she's half Christian Bale and Half Emily Callaghan there.)

Oh, please, you - - - -

So that stupid bitch that had the octuplets when she already had six kids was interviewed by some pathetic news show this morning. Here's part of what she had to say:

Suleman, in the NBC interview, complained that she is being judged differently from how couples are judged, because she is a single mother. "I feel as though I've been under the microscope because I've chosen this unconventional kind of life. I didn't intend on it being unconventional. It just turned out to be. All I wanted ... was to be a mom. That's all I ever wanted in my life."

Yeah, not so much you dumb bitch. We are judging you, you got that right, but it's because you're a freaking welfare-mom that just brought eight more people into this world for the good people of California (ok, the weird people of California) to pay for. We judge you because you are yet another drain on our overtaxed society. You are the poster child for why socialism is a bad idea.

But, she says it's ok because she

has no plans on being a welfare mom and really wants to look at every opportunity that she can to make sure she can provide financially for the 14 children she's responsible for now.

I'm sure she will have no proble providing for 14 children. Why, you ask? Again, because she said so:

"I know I'll be able to afford them when I'm done with my schooling. If I were just sitting down, watching TV and not being as determined as I am to succeed and provide a better future for my children, I believe that would be considered to a certainly degree selfish," she said. She said she plans to go back to college to pursue a degree in counseling.

Oh, I'm sure she'll make it as a single mom of FOURTEEN while she persues her college degree. Women do that all the time without taking handouts from the government. I'm sure her plan will work out just perfectly.

All I can say is it's a damn good thing she did this in California, where all the little tree-hugging-hippie socialists can give her lots of hugs and little flower arrangemets made out of money.

Two days down

So I am now two days into my no-diet-coke self-injurious behavior. So far it hasn't been too bad. I have had a mild headache off and on, but it has been manageable. I was also a little nauseated yesterday but I got over it...by eating, of course, so the whole weight thing is out the window. At any rate, I'll keep going. Hopefully I'm over the hard part.

Here's a picture of Emily, David and Ben after a day at the pool this past summer. It has no relation to my diet coke saga. It's just a cute picture.

UPDATE: I just realized that I had already posted that pic. So, here's another one.

Damnit!

So here I am doing all great with not drinking diet coke, and I went and f$#!ed it all up by drinking tea. As I finished off the bottle, I remembered that tea has caffene. What the hell? Why is it that EVERYTHING that tastes good is bad for you? Why God, why?!?


UPDATE: So I just busted open an Odwala natural energy drink. Then, I looked on the back, and...that's right...you guessed it..."Contains approximately 10mg natural caffene per serving from green tea extract." WTF?

One day down

So I've been off the juice for almost 24 hours now. I have to say it was hard yesterday when I was sitting at my desk staring at the stack of briefs I needed to read and was about to drift off into la-la land. But I didn't break, and I made it through the day.

I didn't lose any weight (shocking...apparently 3 bowls of cereal make up for the lack of soda). I don't really have a headache or anything. I did yesterday for a little while, but it wasn't bad.

In other news, I was sitting around the house last night reading the new pottery barn catalog (or catalogue if you're one of those fancy brits), when I came across these:

They're square green vases of various sizes and colors. Here's how Pottery Barn describes them (I included the hyperlink in case you want to get them...they are quite nice):

"The fluid organic shapes of our tonal-green vases are a product of the glassblower’s art. Their cased construction layers clear glass over an opaque striated base."



Ok, what the hell is fluid and organic about a square? I read this and thought...hmm...perhaps there is some alternate definition for "organic" that I am currently unaware of.

So I did what any nerd would do. I looked up "organic" in the dictionary. Much to my surprise, there is not one alternate definition for "organic." There are about 14. Here's what Dictionary.com says:

1. noting or pertaining to a class of chemical compounds that formerly comprised only those existing in or derived from plants or animals, but that now includes all other compounds of carbon.
2. characteristic of, pertaining to, or derived from living organisms: organic remains found in rocks.
3. of or pertaining to an organ or the organs of an animal, plant, or fungus.
4. of, pertaining to, or affecting living tissue: organic pathology.
5. Psychology. caused by neurochemical, neuroendocrinologic, structural, or other physical impairment or change: organic disorder.
6. Philosophy. having an organization similar in its complexity to that of living things.
7. characterized by the systematic arrangement of parts; organized; systematic: elements fitting together into a unified, organic whole.
8. of or pertaining to the basic constitution or structure of a thing; constitutional; structural: The flaws in your writing are too organic to be easily remedied.
9. developing in a manner analogous to the natural growth and evolution characteristic of living organisms; arising as a natural outgrowth.
10. viewing or explaining something as having a growth and development analogous to that of living organisms: an organic theory of history.
11. pertaining to, involving, or grown with fertilizers or pesticides of animal or vegetable origin, as distinguished from manufactured chemicals: organic farming; organic fruits.
12. Law. of or pertaining to the constitutional or essential law or laws of organizing the government of a state.
13. Architecture. noting or pertaining to any work of architecture regarded as analogous to plant or animal forms in having a structure and a plan that fulfill perfectly the functional requirements for the building and that form in themselves an intellectually lucid, integrated whole.
14. Fine Arts. of or pertaining to the shapes or forms in a work of art that are of irregular contour and seem to resemble or suggest forms found in nature.–noun
15. a substance, as a fertilizer or pesticide, of animal or vegetable origin.

I'm not even sure what number 13 means, but maybe that's what those vases are.

Crap

So I just read an article about Obama capping salaries for top executives at companies that are getting the windfall from the bailout plans. I hate to say it. In fact, I really really hate to say it, but I agree with doing that. Let me be clear that I agree within reason though. Cap the salaries for those executives that are there now. Don't make it an ongoing cap for new executives. I firmly believe that CEO's and CFO's actually earn the big bucks. In fact, I think that, generally speaking, those guys are smarter and harder workers than the vast majority of Americans. But if they have run their businesses into the ground, and taxpayers are going to have to bail them out, then they should be limited in their spending and earning.

Thankfully, I still have the bailout package to be annoyed with, so I don't have to actually change my mind about Obama. I mean, admist all of the moves I totally disagree with, he was bound to do something that I didn't totally disagree with at some point, right?

Oh, and I am now 10 hours into my coke-fast. I can officially say it sucks and I want a damn diet coke!

Wish me luck

So yesterday I made an observation about myself. I'd like to say it was a startling revelation, but really it wasn't. I just kind of noted it, the way you would note you have a hangnail or lint on your pants. I drink diet coke almost exclusively. I thought that was kind of funny, so I changed my facebook status to reflect that I wondered what the long-term effects of drinking diet coke exclusively would be. A few of my friends essentially told me that I really didn't want to know. So of course, I did some research. Aspartame, the sweetner used in diet coke, is believed by some to be harmful to you. According to what I read on the interent (which must be true), based on my weight (don't ask), I could easily drink a twelve pack a day and still fall under the recommended daily max.

But a couple of people also said that they (or someone they knew) lost weight when they stopped drinking diet coke. That is worthwhile to me. So, for better or for worse, I am going to do a little test. I am going to stop drinking diet coke, and eat like I normally would for two weeks. We'll see what happens. Right now I weigh XXX. Each day, I will report weight loss/gain, as well as any physical or mental side effects that I notice from quitting cold turkey. If, at the end of two weeks, I look like this:

I'll be done with the DC. But if I look like this:

Then screw it, I'm gonna keep drinking. Wish me luck.

I'm an international superstar

So I have this really cool app on my blog. I don't know if you noticed it, but it's on the right, near the bottom. It's a counter that tells me the general location of where my readers are. Today a couple of interesting ones popped up. One was in Mexico, and the other is somewhere in northern Europe (not the one in Sweeden, which I assume is from my friend Martin (aka Moose)). I can't quite tell where from the picture. Regardless, that's pretty damn cool. But who the hell in Mexico wants to read my blog? To whoever it is, hola! Que pasa? Don't ask me to say anything else unless it's asking where the bathroom is or odering a beer. That's the extent of my Spanish. But if you're the person from Mexico, drop me a line.

Oh, and also, I no longer think that I have a bad temper. Christian Bale has a bad temper. I'm a pussycat compared to him. The headline on a BBC blog about it said "Batman goes bats--t!" I love it. What a nut job.