Poppy Cedes

I enjoy balancing my checkbook.

A group of guys made a Cereal Wednesday tribute video to Dawg:

I am all mushed out over this. Dawg is an international celebrity now!!!!! :heart:

Happy It’s-About-Fucking-Time Birthday to PiC’s Lovely Wife who only gets to celebrate on the true day whenever it’s a leap year.

They won’t be coming to the Wii party but I will be making her my awesome oatmeal chocolate chunk cookies so I’ll see her soon.

To the man outside my office door who is speaking very loudly so that everyone in my department will hear your business,

Shut. the. fuck. up.

Fuckhead.

(@!#%*!@%^”@$%”!@*$%!@#$%@#%@#!$^*$^@#%*!#%!@!!!!!)

Kisses,
Popstar

Car-Building legend Boyd Coddington dies (did not see that one coming…)

I would really really really like you to visit this site and sign up or RSS feed it to find out when it launches. Some day very soon (I don’t know that I’m supposed to tell you yet which day) there will actually be content-that-you-can-see there.

Think of that site like the Cloverfield mystique — you didn’t know what it was going to be about but you sure did wanna see it!

i has one

Wow, this is gonna be… so important to everyone.

Anyway, so I was watching my peron75 channel on YouTube where Michael Buckley was explaining who everyone is in his 100,000 subscribers video and he happens to mention that Nigahiga just surpassed KevJumba in popularity on YT.

Now, you know I have a thing for KevJumba that I’m slightly disturbed by because… (he’s a kid and I’m not a pedophile) …so I am just as ashamed to admit that I am slightly inlove with Ryan Higa of Nigahiga now:

That last part where he’s singing Journey’s Don’t Stop Believin’ made me giggle my tiny little hat head off.

Sorry, KevJumba, you’ve been replaced.

My feet are cold, I should probably put on socks.

A lot of you know I’m pretty complicated and complex and deep and introspective and that’s just who I am, so it’s perhaps not a surprise to learn that I’ve taken a light-hearted event and turned it into something that has consumed my mind since about 10:00pm last night.

I had a post for today, which would have been an interesting read for you, an interesting tie between American Idol and something that happened to someone in my life many years ago that none of you knows about but would have made me feel very vulnerable if I had published it. I thought better of it for now. If I do nothing to stop it, it will post automatically at 7:14am Eastern on Friday, February 27, 2009. I’m guessing I’ll have drafted it before then, so don’t bother making a note on your calendar.

I know it seems like I tell you everything, like my blog is an open book, but I’m realizing I do keep a great deal to myself. And sometimes I think I want to put it out there, but then I decide it’s more important to me to maybe write it down but not offer it to the world. So, that’s where my head is at today. A very vulnerable place but I’m not sharing how or why.

So, to counter the fact that I won’t share with you what the effing a I’m talking about above, I’ll mention something random here: Every time I go to Quebec City I pass by a particular sex shop window and stare at the penis pasta in the black and purple box. I never go inside, just stand at the window and look in. I have no idea why it’s so intriguing to me, and in a city so rich with culture and things to do (minds out of gutter) that don’t involve me cooking my own damn food, I am always stuck thinking about making that damn pasta. There ya go, nice and random.