Oh, my stars and garters!

Living with boys

My roommate is a freak. To wit:

Drunk Roone: Where are my matches?
Reclining Me: I don't know.
Drunk Roone: Oh! They're on your, um, chesty-pussy.
Reclining Me: Chesty-pussy? (Looks down, hands over matches) Roone, they were on my stomach.
Drunk Roone: (giggling, blushing) Yeah. Well, that's between the two, right?

Weak

Maybe not so much of a post today as I tend to other projects. Also I'm trying to think about some things. I am lazy, so I don't usually. As a result, I'm not very good at it, but I feel like I should try.

Mad Libs round two

A new wave hooker crowed about her monkeywrench? (Ugh.)

Tonight I made buttons depicting a new wave hooker, a crow, and a monkeywrench. Thanks to Chew and bmarkey of The Big Green House for suggesting such excellent nouns. I'll get their pins to them soon.

Next up: Sod, clarinet, and fudge.

Payday splurge

Thirty-seven Prismacolor pencils. I want to eat them.

Check out who's on the box:

Don't you think?

I thought it was pretty funny, although I don't know how I'd feel about having a colored-pencil rendering of a Jenna Bush look-alike on my pencil case.

Suzanne makes a cord!

My coworker Suzanne made a cord tonight.

See? Here's a close up:

What I think happened here is that her somewhat arcane holiday stocking instructions directed her to "make a cord." She couldn't remember how at first, and then it came to her.

In Suzanne's words: "Well, you take the thread and just twist it like so, and then let it go, and it sort of twists up on itself." Or something like that; I was too busy admiring the cord to get it down verbatim.

She was underwhelmed by everyone's response to her achievement, so I am cordially (strangle me, please) devoting this entire post to her.

Oh, HELL yes.

Look at the fabulous new addition to my office decor, courtesy of my friend Melinda.

I hung it right over my desk. It looks so perfect there I can hardly believe it, and the only problem now is what to do with the paint-by-numbers Last Supper that used to hang in its place.

Everything else

The trip wasn't all rubbernecking.

Eric's sister has a friend at the Pensacola Fire Department. We took Marcus down to see the fire trucks. He got to honk the horn and start the truck. I was jealous.

Hurricane Ivan

It's all anyone can talk about there, and understandably so. There are piles of uprooted trees and twisted metal everywhere, and there's hardly a building in town that didn't sustain at least some damage. The place is an unholy mess, and that's after two months of a concentrated clean-up effort.

Here's Pensacola from the air. At first I thought all those blue splotches were swimming pools. Then I realized they were tarps. Almost every house in the area has one. Eric's mom said it could take up to two years before all the roofs can be fixed or replaced.

Hoooome

I'm back. Hurricane Ivan smashed all the church signs to bits, so I took pictures of the destruction instead. Also of the two-year-old nephew child. Ok, I'm not crazy about kids. I don't dislike them,  they're fine and all, but as a group, a mass, they have always seemed to me a little like bugs with fingers. But if you're a little guy who's imaginative, enthusiastic, polite, learning about 15 words a day, and who also hardly ever cries and totally strokes my ego by asking for me by name? If you meet all those criteria, then sure, I'll play ball.

We went to the (devastated) beach and out to eat and stuff, but really I spent most of the visit doing things like wearing a too-small cowboy hat while chasing the kid around the pool table with a giant stuffed blue rabbit: Eeeeeeeeheeeeeeeeee! (At least until the kid got dehydrated or something and started screaming hysterically for juice. Oops. Um, tee hee. Honestly, I didn't know. They're not really anything like bugs with fingers at all, are they?)

I'll post a few pictures tomorrow. Although there aren't any of the bunny thing. Thank god.