Indiana Wants Me

I’m in Indiana this week to reconnect with the co-workers, attend some planning meetings, and just generally remind everybody that yes, I still work here. It’s fun to be here for a week, unlike my last six week stint, which just got really LONG. It’s nice to be able to go home on Saturday.

Tonight is the first night the sun’s really been shining since I arrived, and it’s freaking amazing . . . light until after 9 PM. I think the official sunset time is 9:12 or so these days, and my boss said in late June there will be light in the sky at 10:30. The state just started observing Daylight Savings Time, and my boss, a lifelong resident of Indiana, believes that’s just TOO much light time. Or at least, too much in the evening.

Speaking of my boss, tonight I had dinner with her and her husband, who are just a couple of hilarious nerds. They didn’t get married until they were in their late 30s, and they don’t have any kids, and they crack each other up with cynicism and goofiness. Since I am also a cynical and goofy nerd, I like hanging out with them. I made some jokes tonight that genuinely made them laugh, too, which always makes me pleased. My lifelong goal is to be the kind of person who cracks other people up—both fun AND funny—but I’m so not there yet.

However, today was a good day for my joke-to-flop ratio.

My boss also told me about sporcle.com, which is a trivia site full of categories, and all you do is type answers that fit within those. It’s so addicting. Can you name all the people, places, and things in the song We Didn’t Start the Fire? I would’ve said I could get most of them, but HA! Sporcle proved me wrong.

I’m done blogging! Off to play more Sporcle . . . .

It was 1990 something

I just found the funnest site ever!

YearbookYourself.com

I created this picture from what I had available . . . I'd need a better shot to really get it to look awesome.

But here's me . . . with the hair I was lusting after in 1990. (this is actually the 1994 Yearbook Pic, but whatever).

Show me something

On Fridays at work, some of us in the office have created the Friday video contest, in which we submit videos from around the internet and vote on the best. There is always a theme of some kind, last week it was "grooviest music video from the 70s or 80s." The criteria for judging isn't always clear, either, but that's okay because the winner gets nothing except a) pride in winning and b) the assignment to run next week's contest.

Last week I should've won, because I submitted this hilarious Hall and Oates video that was by far the weirdest thing in the contest. Surreal, fer shure. Watch it . . . it's crazy at the end. You can't look away.

And I keep telling people to choose animals as the theme, because if they do, I've got this:

Ramble Tamble

Want to know who you should vote for? Go here and take a quiz based on some issues. First time I took it, Bill Richardson. Second time, Mike Gravel. Who is apparently a crazy old man. It's funny how my positions on certain issues vary from day to day.

I have decided on my Halloween costume, I think, but it's not particularly funny to anyone who doesn't work at my company. So, I won't explain it here. Plus it's kind of a secret until dress-up day.

The other day at work we were talking about girls bursting into tears--or at least crying over ridiculous things. We all agreed that girls are crazy. My love advice: make sure you get a girl who KNOWS she's crazy, because then at least she can cope. Girls who don't know they're crazy are the craziest of all. Hooray for self-awareness!

I babysat tonight, and came home covered with baby spit-up. Despite that, I love holding these babies, feeling that solid warm weight in my arms while I try to put them to sleep. Tonight it wasn't happening, though. I was 0 for 2.

Red Sox are winning 7-1. Hooray! Although if they're gonna lose this series, they might as well do it in Cleveland. It will be nice if they make it to the World Series, but honestly, nothing can beat 2004.

Lame

But this is only including states I've visited, not states I've driven through or seen through an airport window.



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Friday Afternoon Time-Waster

Go here and check out the #1 Billboard song on the day you were born . . . it's fun!