For The Weekend

Just so we're clear, I’m not here because I like you; I’m here because I don’t want you to get over me.

Anyway,didn’t Heather Armstrong used to be kind of normal? Or cool or something, I can’t remember. I just remember she was tolerable back when I started blogging. Now she has a video in the sidebar under which is written : Watch Heather discuss her feelings about vaccinations on this episode of Momversation. Like. Gross. And she seems to be advertising an electric baby-wipe warmer. And anti-anxiety remedies. Maybe? You should get a job?
Speaking of which, I have decided to resign myself to the facts of my actual life and stay in my current job instead of a) looking for someone to tell me I'm good good goood and Oh! so PhD or b) pretending like this job is just something I'm doing to get ideas for my novel. I have decided to engage with the real world. Which may mean you see me here either more or less, I don't yet know which.

We went to see Year One the other day which, considering it had (ping) Michael Cera and (pong) Jack Black was about as disappointing as it could possibly have been. Such flagrant disregard for the passage of millennia I have never seen. See very very generous review here by someone who was getting a blow-job during the movie.

Mimi Smartypants , my role model, has moved. I don't like it.