Went to the midnight showing of New Moon last night with Sara, Harrison, Matt, and Craig. We wore shimmer lotion and one of us shaved a moon into his chest hair. Amazing. We also sat next to some teenage twihards and played campfire games with them until the movie started. They were dressed as Rosalie and Alice, and that’s forever how I’ll refer to them.
Here are fourscenes I wish I saw last night, and one bonus piece of snark:
I would like to share a gift with you but first, a little background: I love Yahoo! Answers. Like sometimes I become obsessed with it and think it’s the best thing the internet has ever given us. My love is not based on utility–I don’t use Yahoo! Answers–but rather the users of the site and their completely batshit questions.
Sure, sure, there’s occasionally a really legit question, like the one up on the front page of the site today: how do I take care of a compost pile? More often than not though, one gets the feeling that Yahoo! Answers users take to the site to ask questions that they don’t want to ask anyone else, which is why the site is awesome.
For instance: What would cause your belly button to “leak,” crust, and smell horrible for no reason? Or if that’s not weird enough, this question from a repeat-cheater: Why people are cheating on thier [sic] dear lovers? Is it something natural or just a human error? ? Or this randomness: Is is smart to wait until I am 40 or 50 to date if I want to be President? Um. WUT.
There are also the people who just use Yahoo! Answers to fulfill their need to be smug and self-righteous: What am I to make of a guy in a Smart car throwing a cigarette butt out of the window? Yeah, WTF? I’m so glad you brought this up.
And then, of course, there are the people who make up fake questions. This, my friends, is the aforementioned “gift” from me to you (actually from Kim to me to you):
Please, “Jacob B.” email me and become my best friend. (Obviously, if you’re not a Twilight “fan” this makes no sense, sorry).
I’ve been ignoring you, and it totally wasn’t on purpose. I don’t even know what I’ve been up to but suddenly it’s December tomorrow and I haven’t uploaded photos from Election Day or my trip to Puerto Rico in mid-October. No blog entries of substance and about 250 words on a new essay.
Here’s the thing though, I’m pretty frickin’ happy right now. I keep rooting around to see if there’s something deeper or sinister or suppressed inside me but nope, I don’t think so. Just laying low and loving it.
Long live cross stitching and marathon sessions of the last season of the West Wing.
