Random Pre-Christmas Pop Culture Musings

– Do you think that Spiderman musical might be cursed? Bad things seem to keep happening to the performers in that show. It makes you wonder…is the safety crew negligent? Is someone sabotaging the whole thing? Or is the show just cursed?

– Right now, the guy who sits in the cubicle next to me is listening to something on his headphones and giggling like a crazy person. I have no idea what he’s laughing at, but he’s been at it for about 1/2 hour now. Actually, I think it’s very amusing, because the sound of his giggles really makes me smile. It’s like the funnest white noise ever.

– People: they’re judgmental as ever. Saw a “mommy blog” type post yesterday about why this blogger’s family doesn’t do Santa Claus in their house. Full of sanctimonious, condescending, “my kids are better than your kids” bloviating. I’m not providing a link because I don’t think she deserves one, but if you want to read the pedantic babblings of an upper-class, over-privileged super-WASP, then just Google “no santa in our house.” Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

– In other Christmas news, I’m DONE shopping, DONE wrapping, DONE decorating, and DONE sending Christmas cards! Does this make me better than you? Well, DUH!!

(Just kidding.)

And now, a video. Today’s Cute-Win-Fail from Tobuscus (Toby Turner). Because I thought the tooth-pulling via RC monster truck trick was hilarious, and I’m still giggling about it.

Wherein I Apologize

Sorry. Sorry I haven’t posted lately. Sorry I’ve been sitting around feeling sorry for my oh-so-bourgeoisie self and pondering my very-first-world problems. SORRY!

Here,  click this link and press the big red button. (Make sure your sound is turned on.) It will make you feel better. CLICK HERE.

The reason I haven’t posted much, even though I do have some time on my hands (read: between projects at work and running out of silly jobs like cleaning the cubicle), is I’m afraid of what I might say. That is, I’ve found myself frequently annoyed and pissed off and just generally RAGING MAD about all the stupidity that I see around me (on both a micro and a macro level) and I don’t want to fall into the trap of doing any of the following:

– Start talking politics and end up having to delete hateful comments*
– Say too much about first-hand observations of stupidity in the workplace and maybe get myself fired
– Run my mouth about shit in a place where some future employer might see it and get offended

Anyway, you get the idea.

(*Yes, I delete comments that I find hateful. Luckily, it only happens about once a year or so. Oh, you thought you had First Amendment rights here on somebody’s private blog? Oh, oh wait a minute…HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! OK, I’m better now. So no, there’s no free speech on a blog. There’s the blog owner’s speech and the speech of commenters that the blog owner allows at her sole discretion and whim. The end.)

Did that seem bitchy? SEE WHAT I MEAN? I start typing and things just go downhill! I blame the weather, perimenopause, and a sugar addiction that I’m really trying (and failing) to kick.

But let’s talk about something cheerful, like my amazing kid. The other day I was eating a Milk Dud (hello, Halloween candy and sugar addiction!) and a crown that I have on one of my lower left molars popped out. Yikes! Well, it wasn’t such a big deal – the dentist was able to get me in the same day to glue it back in, and luckily it wasn’t damaged at all (or – gulp! – swallowed). Veronica was fascinated by it. She asked me quite seriously, “Mommy, will the Tooth Fairy come for you now?” Awww, so sweet. I had to explain that no, no visit from the Tooth Fairy was imminent and in fact I was going to the dentist’s office to have the “toof” glued back into place.

Veronica hasn’t lost any baby teeth yet (she’s only four and a half) but she grows more fascinated with the concept every day. I remember when I first told her that her baby teeth would fall out some day and grown-up teeth would come in. She was kind of upset! She was scared about her teeth falling out, but felt better after I explained that it doesn’t hurt and they don’t all fall out at the same time. Plus, there’s the Tooth Fairy situation, which certainly helps.

Anyway, here’s some completely unrelated entertainment for you. Eat your hossenfeffer!

We Are SUCH a Good Influence

The scene: family reunion of sorts, in honor of my father’s 80th birthday. Hubby is quizzing my vegetarian niece and her vegetarian boyfriend about what things they like to eat.

Hubby: What about seitan, you guys like seitan?
Niece & Boyfriend: Huh?
Hubby: Sei-tan. Uh, not Satan. Seeeeei-tan.
Me: Yeah, you guys like Satan? We just love him.

Vegetarianism comes with a side order of blasphemy in our house.