Patton Oswalt is Awesome
From Patton’s twitter feed just now (start at the bottom and read up):
Boy, that Courtney Stodden really gets around, huh?
La la la I’m not Listening!
So WordPress is nagging me that there’s a new version available, and two of my plugins need updating, and am I getting right on it and taking care of that? No!! I mean I’ll do it…eventually. Like posting. I do it…eventually.
It’s not that I purposely make a post and then wait nearly a whole freaking month to make another one. It just happens, you know? Just like that periodontist my dentist referred me to back in oh…November? December? I dunno. I’ll make an appointment eventually.
In the meantime there is lots of stuff happening. Like: I’m starting a new job this month! And, therefore, leaving my old one! YAY! And I’m planning the Bean’s birthday party! And I’m dealing with passive-aggressive persons who seem hell-bent on bringing me down! And I have approximately five million errands and odd jobs to do during the week between jobs that I have PROMISED myself to take this time.
(I’ve never had time off between jobs before. I wanted to try it at least once.)
So, longer post later. This is just to assure the three of you out there that I haven’t forgotten this blog, or you. Let me direct you to this old post of mine about how to clean your sterling silver jewelry. It worked back then (2009) and I just used it again this weekend – guess what? It still works! YAY!
(Thanks Vauxhall Vixens for showing me this image. Perfect.)
Soapy Goodness
Mary Worth, December 10, 2010:
For those who wonder why it’s worthwhile to read the ridiculous, old-fashioned “soap” comic strips like Mary Worth, Judge Parker, Apartment 3-G, etc. – here’s your answer. Every now and then you get a strip like this, featuring perhaps the most inappropriately and comically understated reaction to one’s supposed “friend” ruining one’s wedding rehearsal dinner ever, in the history of comics, rehearsal dinners, and understated reactions. I mean this – THIS is priceless. Thank you, Karen Moy. Though I’m not quite sure how Jill got so drunk off a bottle of ketchup.
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