Archive for April, 2007


Has anyone else noticed that the internet is broken?  I can’t get into my hotmail OR my gmail accounts.  Why is the internet being such a lame bitch today?


The Answer To All Of My Prayers

small diet cokeIt turns out God does love me.

In His infinite wisdom, He has invented a new and marvelous product- Diet Coke, fortified with vitamins and minerals. Vitamins and Minerals, people! Diet coke is now HEALTHY.

In a side-by-side taste test, I was unable to detect any difference in flavor.

I’ll never drink water again.

Thank you, God. Seriously, nice work.

big diet coke

Sensitivity Training

My entire orchestra has to go to "sensitivity training" today. 

I know.

In honor of my few remaining minutes of blissful insensitivity, I present you with the following video.

I think this is hilarious.

Oh, Frak

So, the other day I watched an episode of Battlestar Galactica online.  I don’t know what made me do it.  I’m not normally drawn to sci-fi, but something came over me, and I felt…..compelled.

I love Battlestar Galactica.


I feel I’ve crossed some sort of invisible line in the sand.  There is no turning back now. 

I am an incurable nerd.

Holy Knut

This week in Knut News:
Posl14_knut0705This is a picture of Leonardo DiCaprio and Knut, chillin’ on some ice.   The cuteness here, as you can see, is, well, extreme.

Shalini sent me this picture in an email a few weeks ago (along with the hilarious caption, “Holy Knut”).

Honestly, I’m beginning to worry about Knut.  He’s growing up so quickly, and he’s running with a pretty fast crowd.  I’m just saying.  I don’t want to read about Knut in a few years, arrested for mauling his super model girlfriend.

If you go to Knut’s blog and click on the first video on the page, you will see outrageous footage of Knut and a couple of adult polar bears checking each other out through the glass.

Posl07_knut0705_4My crush on Knut’s handler, Thomas Dörflein is  growing.  I am now nearly as fascinated by him as I am by Knut.  Those boots, the ratty ponytail, the constant baby polar bear companion. It’s all very good.


I Don’t Want To Be Right

I’ve always liked the expression, "If doing X is wrong, then I don’t want to be right".

As in,

"If loving him is wrong, then I don’t want to be right."


"If heading to the bar at 3pm after work with the brass players is wrong, then I don’t want to be right."

Something I Don’t Already Know

I’ve always thought it would be very sassy to say, "Tell me something I don’t already know", with a flirtatious smile when complimented.

As in:

Friend: Kate, your Don Quixote solos sound great.
Kate: Tell me something I don’t already know. (winks)


Boy: You are looking quite fetching today.
Kate: (with dazzling smile) Tell me something I don’t already know.

This is probably one of those whimsies that sound much better in my head than they do out loud.