Oh man oh man oh man

My Cage mentioned Arrested Development!

The Colbert Report and Daily Show have showed up before, which is okay, but those are very popular shows.

AD? Not so much!

My Cage is cool for another reason and that is the platypus star. I've had a stuffed platypus since I was like 2. Puffy went to the hospital with me, and Puffy went to college as well.

Today's Curtis is funny.

In the funny because it's true.

I'm glad I read it at it one something in the morning. 12 hours from now, and, well, I wouldn't be posting.

I use the heat as an excuse all the time for why I said or did something so stupid. Plus, I think it's why school is so terrifying - we think of the next year with our heat addled brains.

It is too hot for most things, but I've been walking the dogs more often, even when the sun is out. Sure, it's hot. Sure, the shower dries me off. But I control the exposure. I get something from it. I'm doing something. That's better than sitting in traffic any day.

Sadly, it is not too hot for my sister and I to argue.

I'm in love with contradictions.

Recently, I discovered Spongebob Squarepants. I love it, I think it's funnier than some other shows I've suffered through.

That being said, I will watch Hannah Montana if nothing else is on. However, there is no justification that can be made besides "it makes me laugh sometimes". However, they mix up their stereotypes. They're from Tennessee, and yet Jackson went to school on his first day in Malibu in a cowboy outfit. There are rodeos here, but still. Now, a hunting outfit is a Tennessee stereotype.

The contradictions of my brain became apparent yesterday as I watched Phil of the Future (hilarious and good), followed by an hour of Spongebob.

While reading the graphic adaptation of Howard Zinn's A People's History of American Empire.

Seriously.


Of course, this is not the first time that the contradictions of my personality have shown themselves in such obvious ways.

Right after I got my eyebrow pierced, I went next door and bought a bunch of Archie comics.

Early this spring, I finished a paper and then went outside and blew bubbles. Before going to see an amazing speaker on race.

After my graduation ceremony, I bought a bunch of MAD magazines at an antique store. While dressed up. At the party later on, we had a piñata.

Eek, Recess is on! Ssh!

A post a little bit cleaner, but no less disturbing.

2010 is less then 2 years away. Oh man, it's just less than eighteen months away!

How does this happen?

I was doing my civic duty yesterday by bringing in the mail. A harmless endeavor, usually. Oh sure the heat made me make camp half way across the front yard, but that's normal.

What wasn't normal was the mail. My sister got a magazine in the mail. That happens on a regular basis, almost monthly, I'd say, but I can't be certain.

I was curious to see when her subscription expired, as I have been ever since I realized that the expiration month was on the address label. Hers ended in January 2010. "Wow, that's a long way off," I thought, before looking at the date on the magazine, August 2008.

There was much screaming afterwards, which I assume came from the magazine. All I know is I awoke five hours later surrounded by my old calendars.

Thanks a lot, internet!

I've been away from the internet since the 19th. That wasn't the plan. The plan was I would use someone's wireless internet, only it never worked. Oh, I got on the laptop a few times to look things up and make sure my e-mail wasn't completely out of control, but still.

And today, I got around to checking out Francesco Explains It All. (He does the writing for Sally Forth.) I haven't read all the posts yet, but this one made me do something I will regret for a long time: I looked up my name in the Urban Dictionary. Two of the entries were flattering and practically identical, but the other two were creepy.

Not to mention they don't make sense - how can I be hot two times over, but also be a vaginal sore and red colored jello induced flatulence.

Now I'm going to look up my sister's name.

She's a hot chick, but she's also a man who pretends to be a girl to hook up with lesbians. Online, of course. In addition to sounding like a chipmunk and looking like a transvestite. Someone got dumped by a Rebecca.

God, the urban dictionary is weird.

My poor mom is slang for penis.

I looked up our last name, but I kind of already knew what to expect.

And last but not least, my blog's name. Nothing creepy about it. A good time to stop doing this.