Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts

March 17, 2007

Brilliant

I mean that as a compliment to the detainees, and an insult to the officers.
Thank you, New York Times online.

10 Detainees Pull Off Escape as Visitors Take Their Place
By ALISSA J. RUBIN
Published: March 17, 2007

January 12, 2007

The austinist caught my attention with this article and this video:



Hmm...

Lauren and Madge will appreciate this was featured by Heather Armstrong at Dooce. (She has some of the best daily links. I LOVED this recent one too. I want 'focus' and 'concentrate.')

Speaking of focus, here you go:

January 5, 2007

Goodness, me!

I want one of theese with a cameo center!

Uterus Pin

January 3, 2007

At least there isn't James Spader.



It's the glasses that make me look like James Spader.

If I find a photo without glasses I'll try again. Hmm, where are those photos from my sister's wedding?

And - is anyone else wondering what the hell is going on with Jeneane Garofalo's hair?

December 30, 2006



And when he gets an 'F' in Army:

December 23, 2006

Happy Holidays!

Dolly Parton, who seems to be quickly becoming a recurring theme, is on Studio 360 today. They're "Making Over Christmas," I haven't yet figured out what she has to do with this theme, except that she made over an album's worth of 60s' protest songs about a year ago, These Were the Days.

My God, she is so funny!

Check it out, scroll around. This is one of my most favorite shows.



(This is post 500!)

December 21, 2006

December 12, 2006

Blogger, you've got to be kidding me!

I had to copy this:


to post on Lauren's blog.

Anyone see something a little strange about that verification word?

November 2, 2006

My (boring) Narcoleptic Life

Ever since I got medicated all of the funny things quit happening. It's sort of a bummer, but only when I want to get a good laugh out of someone. The rest of the time it rocks.

There will always be the painting incident, my birthday, and the embarassing accident.

Alarm clock

It's not yet 5 am and I am sleeping soundly until I hear a loud thump. Really Loud. It's not the kind of loud thump that just wakes you up, and leaves you wondering what woke you up, but it's so loud you wake up knowing - IT WAS A LOUD THUMP RIGHT OUTSIDE MY BEDROOM DOOR! I sit straight up in bed, waiting for the next noise to know what to do when I hear a moan. "Sara!? Sara, what happened, are you okay?"

This is why I should ALWAYS go to bed with clothes on. Damn!

I am digging through my closet for a t-shirt and shorts when I hear a light knock on my door, "Hold on honey - I don't have any clothes on! So I grab my bath robe, wrap it around me and find my little sister laying on the floor at my feet.

"What happened!!?"

She is starting to cry, "I passed out... I need medicine."

For anyone who is familiar with my sister's medical history - months and months of debilitating, uncontrollable headaches - it is clear why I begin to worry, beyond the fact that my little sister is laying on the hall way floor, bisecting the hallway, with a hole in the wall next to her head the size and shape of a large mango.

I walk down to my dad's room and very calmly (where did that come from?) but loudly say, "Dad, I need for you to get up. She's okay, but Sara passed out, she says she needs medicine. I don't know what kind to give her."

Dad is up in a flash, and waking our house guest, Todd, who is an RN. How fortunate for us! He actually brought a kit too, and comes to where Sara is laying in the hall way to take her blood pressure and pulse.

Sara opts to lay in the hall way for a while, so I get her a blanket, and the theorize about what might have made this happen over a cigarette in the garage while Sara dozes in the hallway, waiting for tylenol to quell the headache the has coming on from hitting her head.

When we come back in Dad gets Sara into bed, Sara insists that her passing out made a high fever break. Todd listens to her lungs, since the last time this happened was when Sara had pneumonia as a kid. He says that there's no crackling, and that about of third of one lung isn't circulating as much oxygen as the other.

Sara lays back down in bed and I say, "Dude, why you always gotta be so dramatic, huh?"

I am so wide awake right now.