You call yourself an environmentalist, why don't you go out and club some beavers?
Yesterday Earl was having a conversation in his comments about the funniest SNL skit ever after which a funny skit was never written. (I'm paraphrasing.) Anyway, the skit in question was when Lindsay Lohan was at dinner with Debbie Downer and family at a Disney resort restaurant when everyone lost their shit and couldn't stop laughing, making the skit 100 times funnier than it would have been otherwise. I give you that skit:
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My brain is decidedly cluttered and unfocused today, so you get random Poppy core dumpage today.
Last night I tried to apply for a job online at a company you would know if I told you the name of it, but the process for getting my information filled in was sooooo convoluted and was taking sooooo many steps, that after 15 minutes and still only being on Step 1 of 6, I gave up. I then selected another job from the list I was looking at and was able to send off my information in 5 minutes. That company has a list of clients you've heard of, but you've probably not heard of the company itself. I suck at gauging how I'd fit into a corporate company, but this one looks a'ight from the internet. I just can't handle companies where the owners act like kings and queens and treat everyone else like servants. I've worked for a corporate company like this and it's precisely what turned me off to the corporate world for 6 years. I'm a human being at work and at play… and if I'm doing the right work then I am really enjoying what I'm doing… so don't stifle me with your bureaucratic bullshit.
I really miss PiC and da Bomb, who coincidentally both used to be my officemates when we were in the "sharing phase" of officenessdom before lots of people left our department and our floor. I'm seeing Break Boy and HLW Wednesday when Dawg and I go to Vermont, but there's not really any time for a work visit. I have a built in camera and internet access, I should log into chat and see if either one of them will talk to me. I've heard through the grapevine that things at work are very ungood, and this is something I get to feel guilty about. I know I didn't cause it, but my departure contributed to my very good friends' workload.
I also miss K and J in New Hampshire. Hi, guys. 
It smells really strongly of garlic in the apartment today. Dawg and I made those yummy chicken cutlets last night that he'd been drooling about all day yesterday and they came out fantastic! I prepped them and he fried them.
They came out a perfect golden brown and were perfectly cooked — very crunchy on the outside, very moist on the inside.
The Lehman Brothers bankruptcy is a very bad thing for New York City business. Yes, please to Barclays. And… the AIG thing isn't helping either.
HOLY SHIT! You know that guy who does the World Series of Pop Culture?!?!??! Pat Kiernan!!! HE'S A NEWSCASTER ON NY1!!!!!!! (Um, am I the only person who knows what I'm talking about? Mebbe. How about we look on YouTube…)
World Series of Pop Culture 2007:
NY1:
And now, a KITTY BLITZ!!!!!!!!!
We live in a neighborhood with a school. The other night we heard the infamous ice cream truck come through at 10:00PM. Dude, TOO LATE. TOO LATE!!!!
Yes, there just might be (ok, ok, there definitely will be) a Cereal Wednesday tomorrow. I assure you, once your hosts have settled into their new home (as in, we have more furniture than a desk and two chairs) we'll be better about filming.
This is my first year really watching the Olympics since the 1996 Atlanta, Georgia, USA Olympics when the following was my reality:
- I lived with Break Boy, His Lovely Wife, and two of our friends
- I was taking French, Chinese, Spanish, and German during my 4.0 GPA semester of college
- I was ALWAYS doing homework and ALWAYS stressed out
- I was working a very stressful-to-me job as a computer geek who talked to people on the phone (I hate the phone, with a fiery passion)
- I smoked clove cigarettes at random intervals to bring my stress level back down
- I almost burned the apartment down by cooking baked Tostitos in the toaster oven
- Some guy let off a backpack full of bombs in a crowd of people at the Olympic town square
What does this have to do with the Olympics? Aside from that last item, nothing. You know me, I'm random.
My favorite sport to watch that year was women's gymnastics. I was soooooooooooooo excited to watch the girls perform in every event. I was terrified for but extremely proud of Kerri Strug for doing her final vault on a completely destroyed ankle, allowing us to win the gold:
(That video footage always makes me cry.) If I had to choose a defining moment of my US patriotism it'd be that.
But last night, as I watched the Olympics from the green recliner, I realized I was impatient about the women's gymnastics performance. I wanted everyone to hurry up and "get it over with". I lacked confidence in the team. Lacked interest. Lacked pride. As soon as I saw Alicia Sacramone fall off the balance beam I stood up, turned my back to the TV, and went to bed. I knew then that whatever happened was not going to be like the magic that happened in 1996, and I didn't care to see more foibles. I was done rooting for Team USA. That makes me feel bad, like I've lost some sort of innocence I once used to possess. Maybe I'm just old and jaded now.
We saw Pineapple Express last night. I laughed so hard that I cried, hurt my stomach muscles, and hyperventilated several times. In fact, a lot of the theater was having the very same reaction. If you like Seth Rogen (yummm) go see it.
Going to see the kitties, Mom, Brother, and the Break Boy fam for the weekend. Later, gators!
Just caught the last 5 seconds of SYTYCD. Really, America? Break Boy and I do not approve.
I was checking my "real name" email and found a message from my brother with this video in it:
At 2m30s things start getting REALLY funny. I am quite happy I was alone while watching it, since I laughed so hard I'm sure animals everywhere are covering their ears with their paws to block out my incessant high-pitched giggle.
Can someone tell me if this is funny or just painful? Please? Thanks!
Cred: /fud
Dawg came to visit me Thursday night even though he never actually admitted he was coming to see me. (I love surprises, which I'm guessing is why he did that. He kept trying to tell me he was having conversations with Squishy Dawg even though I heard car and road sounds… mmmmhmm.)
We went to sleep after a little conversation of our own.
I woke up and it was my birthday.
I dragged Dawg to lunch at my favorite Chinese restaurant.
I dragged Dawg to the waterfront to walk around and then drink beverages to rehydrate us.
I dragged Dawg to the tallest free-standing filing cabinet art in the entire world.
I dragged Dawg to my storage unit to show him all the stuff I'll eventually be bringing with me. (He did not freak out. He's weird.)
I dragged Dawg to the Lake Champlain Chocolates factory to make him buy me chocolates. (heeheeheeehheeenheheeeeeheeee num)
I kindly brought him home where boxes were waiting outside my door.
Dawg dragged the presents inside.
I opened the presents.
I love my presents. … Oh, hmm, you wanted to know what they ARE? Think Keurig. I've wanted one of those damn things for years. Dawg had no idea, and yet he got me one anyway. He reads my mind. He also got me extra coffee singles and a book of coffee recipes and the movie This is Spinal Tap. 
I primed my Keurig then we had a coffee.
My mom called to wish me a happy birthday. Apparently I forgot to mention to her that I haven't moved yet. Oopsie.
Dawg and I had a conversation with Squishy Dawg.
Dawg and I went to see a pencil disappear. I liked that trick very much. I liked Heath Ledger's character waaaaaaay too much, and am starting to wonder if I am a psychopath. We had popcorn, 44 oz sodas (we each had one), and candy.
I checked my voicemail after the movie and heard my stepdad singing to me. 
bleep.
Dawg and I discussed the movie on the way home and it has now been confirmed for the millionth time that Dawg leads a very exciting life.
We got home to find the cats had not cleaned up after my tornadoing of the apartment with the gift wrap and boxes and packing materials.
I couldn't stand the fuzz on my teeth from all the candy so I brushed my teeth.
I wrote this recap.
Here we are.
Thanks to all who emailed me, sent me cards, wrote on my Facebook wall, and made posts about me. Also, thanks to some guy who sent me dinosaur forks and spoons.
Um, in case anyone left on the planet didn't know, my birthday was today. I'm 21, for the 14th year in a row. (Use your fingers to count and you'll realize that's correct.)
Katee and Twitch dance to a contemporary piece by Mia Michaels. Who knew that making out was part of dancing? Loooooove the door hang.
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This morning I bought potato salad, a bean burrito, and cookies. I'm very curious to see which of these items I actually eat for lunch.
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