Happy New Years Eve eve. In honor of yet another year gone and a shiny new one about to begin here are my lists (besides for the normal happy healthy family and friends, peace on earth, good will towards men stuff...)
Best Ever 2009
- Zombies sudden spurt of popularity to counter Twilight craziness.
- White Rabbits not technically introduced in 2009 but this is the first year I have heard of them and they are awesome.
- Seeing Matt Nathanson twice in concert with in two weeks.
- Zombie Matt Nathanson- a remote control zombie that I have named after my musical obsession what can be better than that?!?!
- The "Your Mom Likes Cake" birthday cake. Epic win Kim.
- Twitter- I was so resistant to trying this Twitter thing. But I gave in for John Cusack and re-affirmed my love of Kevin Smith, and now I stay for Matt Nathanson.
- George Bailey (the fish)So cute, so feisty, so full of fishy attitude.
- Chipolte and Starbucks being within walking distance of my office
- Captain Tool's reign being short lived
2010 Wishes
- Whole Foods comes to Columbia
- Books! Mine, others, just books.
- "Inception" is as good as I believe it will be
- L.T. stops saying "good deal"
- MU goes to a good bowl game
- Vacation
- Become independently wealthy
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
What I have learned from Romantic Comedies
Recently I have started following this blog/twitter person. His name is SingleSteve. The guy’s endless pursuit of love and a relationship is pretty funny (purposely so, I am not laughing at him out of meanness). He often tweets RFMNGF (requirements for my next girl friend), they are cute, sometimes funny little things he is looking for in a women. I have briefly considered starting to do RFMNBF, but then I remembered something that changed my mind.
If romantic comedies are worth a hill of beans then we have all learned at least one invaluable lesson. That lesson is whatever qualities are placed on said list will hold you back from many… many relationships then one magical day you will meet someone who embodies all that you are looking for. This person will be exactly what you have always thought you wanted, but you will be bored. The annoying womanizer, jerk, fill in the blank that has none of the traits on your list that works with you, lives in your building, goes to the same Laundromat, etc. will suddenly realize he is about to lose you and reveal his heart of gold.
So I can see no other solution than to not make a list unless you wish to end up with someone who has nothing in common with you and who annoys you more often than not. Don’t make it that easy for the fates to toy with you by listing out what you are looking for; find it, hold on to it and don’t let the universe take it away.
If romantic comedies are worth a hill of beans then we have all learned at least one invaluable lesson. That lesson is whatever qualities are placed on said list will hold you back from many… many relationships then one magical day you will meet someone who embodies all that you are looking for. This person will be exactly what you have always thought you wanted, but you will be bored. The annoying womanizer, jerk, fill in the blank that has none of the traits on your list that works with you, lives in your building, goes to the same Laundromat, etc. will suddenly realize he is about to lose you and reveal his heart of gold.
So I can see no other solution than to not make a list unless you wish to end up with someone who has nothing in common with you and who annoys you more often than not. Don’t make it that easy for the fates to toy with you by listing out what you are looking for; find it, hold on to it and don’t let the universe take it away.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
All Fired Up
Today I have been highly entertained by a discussion/argument between two strangers on Twitter. On one side you have the ever witty, funny, and often graphic Kevin Smith. On the other side is a bat shit crazy chick named Megan Phelps. Basically this girl has been spouting off all types of close minded bigotness and somehow Kevin Smith was brought into all of this (though I am unclear how). They have argued back and forth all day which has been both disturbing and hilarious at times.
However, when I started thinking about the real issues behind the argument on my way home from work today I have to wonder, how different would the world be if people were a little less into their religions? Throughout the course of the world how many people have died over their religious convictions? Better yet how many people have killed another person because they didn't agree with their religious conviction? I have to ask, is it all worth it?
Perhaps, if people were just a bit less intense in their beliefs they would be able to see that there is always another point of view. Which religions or beliefs are correct is impossible to determine, so why can't people believe whatever it is that they believe and let others do the same? Why must there be a constant strive to make everyone else share your beliefs? Basically, I think people need to stop shoving their religion down everyone else's throat, the world would be a better, happier, more peaceful place.
However, when I started thinking about the real issues behind the argument on my way home from work today I have to wonder, how different would the world be if people were a little less into their religions? Throughout the course of the world how many people have died over their religious convictions? Better yet how many people have killed another person because they didn't agree with their religious conviction? I have to ask, is it all worth it?
Perhaps, if people were just a bit less intense in their beliefs they would be able to see that there is always another point of view. Which religions or beliefs are correct is impossible to determine, so why can't people believe whatever it is that they believe and let others do the same? Why must there be a constant strive to make everyone else share your beliefs? Basically, I think people need to stop shoving their religion down everyone else's throat, the world would be a better, happier, more peaceful place.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
One Down Two to Go
I am sure I have mentioned this... on many occasions, holidays aren't my thing. I don't love them the way other people do. Thanksgiving is ok, so is Christmas and New Years...well is New Years ever all it is cracked up to be.
My position on these holidays is not easily explained. Their basic elements family, presents, drinking, I am all for these things. The problem I have with them is that it is forced. I mean if my family arbitrarily decided to all get together for a dinner and to play games that is awesome if they also decided to bring me presents even better, but when it is dictated to me that I HAVE to do this the fun is sort of taken out of it.
Halloween is awesome. There are no expectations from anyone. You can dress up but you don't have to. You can go out but you can also stay in. You can give out candy or you can turn off your porch light. Basically it is a day most people are in a good mood, you get to dress up and people GIVE you candy. How freaking awesome is that.
Thanksgiving you get family arguments, too much food, piles of dishes, and knowledge of many annoying shopping days still to come. Christmas is much the same only on top of that you are loaded down with gifts only half of which you want and the other half will have to be returned in excruciatingly long lines. Also you know that soon you will have to spend an entire day taking down decorations which is a lot less fun than putting them up.
Wow this turned took a direction I didn't expect when I started it, but oh well. I am actually more excited this Christmas season than normal, Christmas music actually hasn't made me want to rip off my ears.
My position on these holidays is not easily explained. Their basic elements family, presents, drinking, I am all for these things. The problem I have with them is that it is forced. I mean if my family arbitrarily decided to all get together for a dinner and to play games that is awesome if they also decided to bring me presents even better, but when it is dictated to me that I HAVE to do this the fun is sort of taken out of it.
Halloween is awesome. There are no expectations from anyone. You can dress up but you don't have to. You can go out but you can also stay in. You can give out candy or you can turn off your porch light. Basically it is a day most people are in a good mood, you get to dress up and people GIVE you candy. How freaking awesome is that.
Thanksgiving you get family arguments, too much food, piles of dishes, and knowledge of many annoying shopping days still to come. Christmas is much the same only on top of that you are loaded down with gifts only half of which you want and the other half will have to be returned in excruciatingly long lines. Also you know that soon you will have to spend an entire day taking down decorations which is a lot less fun than putting them up.
Wow this turned took a direction I didn't expect when I started it, but oh well. I am actually more excited this Christmas season than normal, Christmas music actually hasn't made me want to rip off my ears.
Friday, October 30, 2009
A Halloween Story
It was dusk on All Hallows Eve the cool wind rustled the changing leaves catching a few and sending them floating through the air. The smell of decaying leaves, pumpkins, and winter mixed leaving the undeniable smell of fall. Walking across the parking lot Timothy could hear the melodious chimes of bells off in the distance. The setting lent to the ominous feel of the empty lot as Timothy trudged towards the parking garage carrying a pumpkin and a bag of Halloween treats.
At first Timothy did not notice that he was indeed alone on his frequently traveled path. He had lost track of time at the office. He hadn't meant to stay quite so long. It wasn't until he heard a sharp snap behind him that he took notice that today did not feel like every other day. Timothy glanced behind him to see who was coming but there was no one there. Timothy shifted the increasingly heavy pumpkin in his arms and quickened his pace to match that of his quickening heart.
The sound of Timothy's quick steps echoed in his ears. He thought he heard a rustle off to his left, but saw nothing. He heard a fluttering noise to his right but again couldn't find the source. 'It must be the wind' he thought to himself as the wind was starting to pick up as if a storm was blowing in. Timothy forced a chuckle that did nothing to help calm his nerves. The pumpkin was so heavy in his arms he could feel his muscles begin to ache.
"It's too late" Timothy thought he heard whispered in his ear, but he couldn't be sure for the damn wind. He frantically looked behind him still seeing nothing. Timothy tried to speed up more, his arms aching from the weight of the pumpkin and his hands cold as ice from the wind. The wind was blowing so hard as if it was trying to keep him from the garage. Timothy leaned into it and ran with all of his might towards the garage.
Once he broke the threshold of the garage his momentum carried him stumbling into the wall smashing his pumpkin. Timothy cursed about the ruined pumpkin while stealing a glance outside where the wind appeared to have died down. Timothy let out the breath he had been holding in fear. He started walking through the garage towards his car, one of the only cars left. Halfway to his car the light in the garage went dark. Timothy could not see anything, even the tips of his own finger wiggling in front of his face. Timothy's heart was thudding so loudly it was audible. He heard something behind him but he couldn't see anything. Fear seized him and he started running towards his car. He heard the slow and steady movement behind him. He ran faster dropping his bag of treats. He had to be close to his car now.
The next day Timothy's body was found in the parking garage at the base of a column two feet from his car.
The moral of the story running in the dark because you are a weenie will only end badly.
At first Timothy did not notice that he was indeed alone on his frequently traveled path. He had lost track of time at the office. He hadn't meant to stay quite so long. It wasn't until he heard a sharp snap behind him that he took notice that today did not feel like every other day. Timothy glanced behind him to see who was coming but there was no one there. Timothy shifted the increasingly heavy pumpkin in his arms and quickened his pace to match that of his quickening heart.
The sound of Timothy's quick steps echoed in his ears. He thought he heard a rustle off to his left, but saw nothing. He heard a fluttering noise to his right but again couldn't find the source. 'It must be the wind' he thought to himself as the wind was starting to pick up as if a storm was blowing in. Timothy forced a chuckle that did nothing to help calm his nerves. The pumpkin was so heavy in his arms he could feel his muscles begin to ache.
"It's too late" Timothy thought he heard whispered in his ear, but he couldn't be sure for the damn wind. He frantically looked behind him still seeing nothing. Timothy tried to speed up more, his arms aching from the weight of the pumpkin and his hands cold as ice from the wind. The wind was blowing so hard as if it was trying to keep him from the garage. Timothy leaned into it and ran with all of his might towards the garage.
Once he broke the threshold of the garage his momentum carried him stumbling into the wall smashing his pumpkin. Timothy cursed about the ruined pumpkin while stealing a glance outside where the wind appeared to have died down. Timothy let out the breath he had been holding in fear. He started walking through the garage towards his car, one of the only cars left. Halfway to his car the light in the garage went dark. Timothy could not see anything, even the tips of his own finger wiggling in front of his face. Timothy's heart was thudding so loudly it was audible. He heard something behind him but he couldn't see anything. Fear seized him and he started running towards his car. He heard the slow and steady movement behind him. He ran faster dropping his bag of treats. He had to be close to his car now.
The next day Timothy's body was found in the parking garage at the base of a column two feet from his car.
The moral of the story running in the dark because you are a weenie will only end badly.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Liz's thought for the day
Why do I not get better looking stalkers? If someone has to stalk me can it not be Jensen Ackles? Seriously, I do not think I am asking for too much here...
Sunday, October 11, 2009
'tis the season
When I was a kid there was a record we would listen to around this time of year. It was a record in which a a person told scary stories. It was awesome. I would love to have it on a cd now (because honestly who has a record player anymore, they were out of date when I was a little kid). I remember it had Edgar Allan Poe, the hitchhiker story, something about a big toe (possibly skinny toe), and a story I cannot remember anything about other than the line "Hello down there". I am about to go on a mission to see if they make such cds. My guess is no because kids do not seem to have the attention span to sit and listen to a story without something visual.
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