Friday, June 18, 2010
Photo Friday - I can has tie...
Happy weekend everyone! I am starting mine off with this little gem - kind of gets my current feelings across related to that whole unemployment thing [from: I Can Has Cheeseburger]::
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Wacky Wednesday: Inevitable Situation
Today I was sent a fairly timely link by my friend K. Several discussions within our group of friends have occurred lately relating to protecting yourself in the event of either a) a home break-in, or b) a zombie attack. While a home break-in is arguably more likely to occur than a post apocalyptic zombie invasion I think the zombie alternative is far more entertaining to consider.
Side note: I'm sure that one day I will seriously regret the previous sentence.
At any rate. The following bed side table is perfect protection from home invasions AND zombie attacks:
Side note: I'm sure that one day I will seriously regret the previous sentence.
At any rate. The following bed side table is perfect protection from home invasions AND zombie attacks:
The Zombie Table can be found at ManMadeDIY.
If anyone is interested here are some links on what to do, and perhaps more importantly, what not to do in the "inevitable situation" of a zombie attack:
Zombiephile: 10 Worst Things to do in a Zombie Attack
And of course, follow the "Unofficial ZombieLand Rules".
Monday, June 7, 2010
Quotable Monday: The Ignorant Tight-Ass Club
I'm in the process of re-watching the entirety of one of my all time favorite shows, The West Wing. Aside from the fact that the characters on this show are, in my humble opinion, some of the best to have ever graced the small screen I am a huge fan of Aaron Sorkin and his fast paced dry wit.
I'm only on Season 2 - so its possible you'll see more clips or lines in the future, but this is one of my favorites, as Martin Sheen's character addresses the need for intelligent, culturally, and temporally contextual interpretations of religious texts. It occurs in Season 2, Episode 3 "Midterms" when President Bartlet dresses down a seated radio talk show host Dr. Jacobs (read Dr. Laura). See video and lines below:
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[ BARTLET: I like your show. I like how you call homosexuality an “abomination!”
JACOBS: I don’t say homosexuality is an abomination, Mr. President. The Bible does.
BARTLET: Yes it does. Leviticus!
JACOBS: 18:22.
BARTLET: Chapter and verse. I wanted to ask you a couple of questions while I had you here. I wanted to sell my youngest daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. She’s a Georgetown Sophomore, speaks fluent Italian, always cleared the table when it was her turn. What would a good price for her be?
While thinking about that, can I ask another? My chief of staff, Leo McGary, insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly says he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself? Or is it okay to call the police?
Here’s one that’s really important, because we’ve got a lot of sports fans in this town. Touching the skin of a dead pig makes one unclean. Leviticus 11:7. If they promise to wear gloves, can the Washington Redskins still play football? Can Notre Dame? Can West Point? Does the whole town really have to be together to stone my brother John for planting different crops side by side? Can I burn my mother in a small family gathering for wearing garments made from two different threads? Think about those questions, would you?
One last thing. While you may be mistaking this for your monthly meeting of the Ignorant Tight-Ass Club, in this building when the President stands, nobody sits. ]
With that, happy Monday!
I'm only on Season 2 - so its possible you'll see more clips or lines in the future, but this is one of my favorites, as Martin Sheen's character addresses the need for intelligent, culturally, and temporally contextual interpretations of religious texts. It occurs in Season 2, Episode 3 "Midterms" when President Bartlet dresses down a seated radio talk show host Dr. Jacobs (read Dr. Laura). See video and lines below:
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[ BARTLET: I like your show. I like how you call homosexuality an “abomination!”
JACOBS: I don’t say homosexuality is an abomination, Mr. President. The Bible does.
BARTLET: Yes it does. Leviticus!
JACOBS: 18:22.
BARTLET: Chapter and verse. I wanted to ask you a couple of questions while I had you here. I wanted to sell my youngest daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. She’s a Georgetown Sophomore, speaks fluent Italian, always cleared the table when it was her turn. What would a good price for her be?
While thinking about that, can I ask another? My chief of staff, Leo McGary, insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly says he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself? Or is it okay to call the police?
Here’s one that’s really important, because we’ve got a lot of sports fans in this town. Touching the skin of a dead pig makes one unclean. Leviticus 11:7. If they promise to wear gloves, can the Washington Redskins still play football? Can Notre Dame? Can West Point? Does the whole town really have to be together to stone my brother John for planting different crops side by side? Can I burn my mother in a small family gathering for wearing garments made from two different threads? Think about those questions, would you?
One last thing. While you may be mistaking this for your monthly meeting of the Ignorant Tight-Ass Club, in this building when the President stands, nobody sits. ]
With that, happy Monday!
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Look at us being grown ups!
Lately J and I have been realizing that while we (or at least I) may or may not be telepathic we are certainly growing up. Our first clue: showing up to S's birthday party with aprons (we were cooking and stuff, but still, aprons?). We've had a lot of other instances - this includes realizing that the characters on Glee are supposed to be born in the early to mid 90s, that our idea of a productive and fun weekend is cleaning our house or buying couch covers, and that we are growing some of our own food.
In my last post I put up photos of our veggie garden, which, 2 weeks later, are now totally out of date because everything is growing freakishly fast. This weekend we did some transplanting and harvesting (and by we, I mean J) and have since had a ridiculous amount of basil, lettuce, and cilantro to eat. Needless to say, we've been eating a lot of pesto lately. The photo below shows the fruits (I can't came up with a better word) of our first "full" harvest.
In my last post I put up photos of our veggie garden, which, 2 weeks later, are now totally out of date because everything is growing freakishly fast. This weekend we did some transplanting and harvesting (and by we, I mean J) and have since had a ridiculous amount of basil, lettuce, and cilantro to eat. Needless to say, we've been eating a lot of pesto lately. The photo below shows the fruits (I can't came up with a better word) of our first "full" harvest.
Life has been crazy busy and anxiety ridden the last couple of weeks, and I'm still catching up on things. One of these days, I may actually do that, although I'm starting to think that's a long way off. This weekend was a wonderful relaxing long weekend, included hanging out in Balboa Park drinking sangria with M, and a wonderful poolside bbq at K& T's. I totally needed this weekend. Like whoa. Yesterday was awesome though: lunch at Small Bar with my Grandma, girls night (with 2 new successful recipes: tomato and stale bread soup & peach cobbler), and a surprise overnight visit from A!
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