Eric conveys an emotion is a hysterical website by a very creative and expressive guy. He takes pictures of himself enacting emotions nonverbally. He should be an actor or something. He even takes requests for emotions.
My husband bought a new Aerio sedan, white this time. My husband wrecked the car on Friday. By Wednesday, we had the deposit on a new car! Progressive rocks! We also have the honor of being the first people to wreck a 2003 Aerio. This might be true or not, but that’s what the Progressive adjuster said. He said they didn’t have the value of the car in their database. We got lucky. Progressive said since we had made only ONE car payment, they would pay the manufacturers’ suggested retail price of the vehicle, based on our purchase agreement, rather than the street value of
Baptists Are Saving Homosexuals! (aka BASH). This is a MUST SEE link.
Rolling Stone Magazine: You’re fifty-five. How old is too old to be a rock star?
Steven Tyler: How long are you going to jerk off? Till it doesn’t feel good anymore.
– Interview with Steven Tyler (Issue 929, August 21, 2003):
(Why do men compare everything to jerking off?)
On another note, turning 40 made me reflect once again on grrl stuff disappearing on the web. It’s yet another example of Gen X getting choked out by Boomers on one side of the demographic hump, and Gen Y kids on the other. True, Britney Spears is no longer popular, but that’s just because the 8 year olds of the world are now 13, and buying Pink and Avril Lavigne instead. Consequently, Third Wave feminism, which is not your mother’s feminism, is commodified (like all feminism is, I suppose) into Lara Croftism. What prompted this rant is a dead-end quest for chickclick graphics. Instead, I
Tonite I am going to Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse. When I lived in Austin as an undergrad, my roommate (coincidentally, her name was Ruth) told me that she heard Ruth’s Chris steakhouse, which was a Texas-based chain, was named after Ruth’s husband (or maybe her son…) who ran the steakhouse and then died, so Ruth kept the name in honor of him. Once, I mentioned this to another friend, who pshawed at me, and told me Ruth was from New Orleans. So I looked it up today, and found out that not only was my Louisiana friend right, but Ruth would NEVER name a restaurant after
List of things I’ve closets cleaned in the past week: 1. Pantry. 2. Bathroom linen closet. 3. Pen drawer. List of sample items found and tossed: 1. The kid’s old lunch pack soy milks; fermented. Walmart brand (“Great Value”) Hot Chocolate; six small packages of solid brown milk-product bricks (not such a great value). 2. Corroded batteries; tylenol – two years expired. 3. One dried up Little Mermaid pen. One dried up Aladdin pen. One dried up Harry Potter pen. One dried up Hercules pens. I sense a theme. These pens are not as magical as they seem. Birthday Countdown: 5 more days until I’m
My car. My car on drugs.
Woohoo! We bought new cars! We bought his and hers matching Suzuki Aerios. Mine is a yellow, hatchback, standard. His is a blue, automatic, sedan. Jag colors. It’s so exciting. I had great fun watching him negotiate with the car sales people. What a riot. He is so smart about it and good at it. I’ve been surfing the net to learn more about my Aerio. When we were in the midst of shopping, I read a bunch of stuff on line to help us make the decision. Since then, I’ve learned that all these reviews are really just “preferences” like movie preferences. But here