It Is December 8th

Wanna hear a riddle? Ok here we go.

Q: Does anybody care how my Thanksgiving was anymore?

A: No.

Alright I will tell you. It was fine. Only people I like were there, so it was calm and quiet and nobody pissed anyone off. The End.

Then I had my high school reunion. Y'know how when you use a word too much it stops sounding real? Well that pretty much sums up that evening for me: "I'm a librarian... wait that's not a word... yes it is... is it?... what does it mean?... do I have a job?... I'm still talking out loud... I should stop... but I'm so confused." So hi everyone from the reunion! I think I'm a librarian. I'd like to thank the ONE of you that facebook-friended me afterwards. The rest of you are disappointments with terrible priorities.

That's all I have to say about that. The End.

This is the worst blog entry ever, and it's because everything is sucking right now. There is a problem in my apartment that has been a problem for over a month and the bottom line is I can never sleep through the night and if I spend another night there, I'm going to have a nervous breakdown because I pretty much did last year when the SAME DAMN THING HAPPENED. So thankfully my building manager is FINALLY getting someone on it. Unfortunately, the person she's got on it is terrible at his job, and nothing is getting fixed. I've spent the past few nights with C.C. Babcock (the bf, remember him?) and will probably impose on him a lot more because it turns out he makes me coffee in the mornings and the commute to work from his place takes half the time and if I act really miserable I get a backrub. So, um.... I guess things aren't that bad anymore but I hope he doesn't mind if I come home drunk tonight because it is karaoke night and I have to dance enthusiastically to The Rhythm Is Gonna Get You, which in my current state is not possible without chemical assistance.

Anyway that's why I am a shit writer, and it has nothing to do with lack of talent because you all know I can blog you under the water. Now go away.

This One Is About a Shitty Cake

UPDATE: Ok, I am told that the video on which this post is based is totally old news, but it's new to me and ummm... a seminal holiday classic?

Via Cake Wrecks:

Wow, Sandra. Ok, I've never liked this phony dink with her stupid hair. That said, the "semi-homemade" concept is pretty cool -- at least it would be if she hadn't stopped trying altogether.

Are people in this country so bereft of imagination and basic skills that they need to be shown how to put store-bought icing on a store-bought cake? "Wonders behold! I have made lines on the side! Watch as I put on this distorted Star of David I fashioned from crap I found in the dumpster behind Michaels!"

Good call on the marshmallows, though. I can't wait until you cut into the thing and they fall all over places such as your lap and the floor. That's a great addition to any Hannukkah cake. Here's a fun fact about marshmallows: If marshmallows are famous for anything, they are famous for NOT BEING KOSHER!

So cool, she took angel food cake (which is awesome) and a can of frosting (which is awesome) and made something amateurish and crappy that the intended audience cannot serve at the intended function. Oh boy, I can't wait to see her all over New York 1!

Happy Hannukkah, Jews!

Camisole Wars

I know none of you care about video games, but I need you all to click on this link to the site for an upcoming game and tell me how this man is not wearing a woman's top.

Seriously. Other features of the drawing: Balls Outline.

Don't click on "Enter Site"; it starts singing because it is still 1998 and websites that sing without warning are still cool just like custom cursors, midi files, animated gifs, and frames.

Next time I will tell you about Thanksgiving. Right now I don't feel too good.