Dirty Laundry Drama
06 Feb 2012 Leave a Comment
in Funny, House and Home Tags: chocolate, cleaning, clothes, home, house, laundry, pockets
Dirty Laundry Drama
Somebody’s in trouble…
Today’s musings on existence and reproduction while riding the bus up to SFU.
25 Oct 2011 Leave a Comment
in Funny, Love and Marriage, Simon Fraser University Tags: Children, existence, musing, quantum object, reproduction, SFU, thought
Train of thought:
Beverly reads friend’s post on Facebook, quoting Eckhart Tolle.
How do you pronounce Eckhart Tolle anyway?
Eckhart…is that the same as Aaron Eckhart?
Bet he was a first kid. People like to name their first child starting with A.
Why do people always name their children starting with such common letters?
What about Q. What words start with Q?
Quantum. Hah! I could name a child QUANTUM!
Hmm, Quantum what Hannah?
How about Quantum Object Hannah?
Random Frequent Flyer Dent.
I wish I could. But how would my poor little Chinese grandmother deal with a great grandchild named Quantum Object?
It would sound like “Kontomohdzeh Hehnnah”
And what if it never lived up to its name?
Quasi.
Perhaps I could call it Quasi Quantum Object Hannah.
That’s awesome!
…
My husband would never go for it.
…
Maybe I should just get a cat.
Yes, one day, I will get a cat, and name it Quasi Quantum Object Hannah.
Perhaps for Christmas someone can just get me a box and tell me there’s a cat inside!
Yes, that will do nicely.
Like this:
Neurolinguistics – January 6th, 2011
07 Jan 2011 Leave a Comment
in art, Funny, Simon Fraser University, TV / Movies Tags: art, flower, mario, neurolinguistics, packun, piranha, plant, procrastination, sketch
Never Underestimate the Usefulness of a Good Potted Plant
I never played with Mario much as a child. I did, however, like his plants.
Drawn January 6th, 2011 while reading my LING 415 Neurolinguistics textbook.
I hope to get through at least 7 chapters before my first class next week. Just finished Chapter 5. t seems that something is ticking along nicely right now – it’s not often that I’m able to concentrate like this, so I must milk it while it lasts.
S Laff Turd…or just SLAUGHTERED
22 Dec 2010 Leave a Comment
in Exercise, Funny, Health and Healthy Living Tags: exercise
Slaughtered my 4×3 min erg workout today. SLAUGHTERED! i like the way the word “SLAUGHTERED” looks because there’s totally “LAUGHTER” and “AUGH” in it and if you stare at it long enough it looks funny.
Goal: 195 Watts
1. 197
2. 200
3. 204
4. 194
This is a good day. Last week on a 3×3 i pulled 195, 195, and …something like 192? err…
S LAUGHTER ED
SL AUGH TERED
S LAFF TURD
Children. Instant Food!
12 Dec 2010 2 Comments
in Being a Woman, Funny, Personal, Uncategorized Tags: Children
Wait, no, not like that.
There are 3 cans of baby formula powder sitting on the table with my laptop right now. Somebody gave them to my mother.
Did I miss something? Is my mother pregnant?
Or am I supposed to be pregnant?
Apparently the baby formula’s for baking.
Okay.
Who uses baby formula in baking?
However, this stuff looks pretty fun.
You just add water, and presto! Instant food!
Kids. Do you have them? Do you want them? I kind of do and I’m getting to that age where facebook regularly announces new engagements, nupitals, pregnancies, and births. And excessively cute baby photos of various childlike cute things that children seem to do.
However, I’m afraid of dropping children. I am also afraid of stepping on them, or sitting on them, or inadvertently crushing them somehow or another. I also have these fears regarding teacup sized dogs.
Furthermore, Walmart is consistently a nightmare. Small children who are basically little shits. Really? Who taught these kids to be awful and scream because they aren’t getting what they want?
“Out of my way, little shit! I need to access the epsom salts and you’re in my way!”
(I can’t wait to be an old lady with a cane)
And I somehow feel like my life would just sorta end.
But then they’re cute but they pee on you while you’re trying to change their diapers and they don’t permit you a full night’s sleep and then what if i drop one or something or that maternal instinct just doesn’t kick in for some reason and i’m left with a screaming pile of mess that will turn out to be an awful emo drug addicted skid kid when it grows up and oh dear.
this sucks, man. let’s go play some kickball.
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