4.25.2006

Dark Chocolate, Dark Secrets?


Alex has been bringing home exotic varieties of dark chocolate for me. At first, these appeared to be merely spontaneous acts of kindness, of the "we had cake at work today, so I saved you a piece" variety. But after he specifically called me this morning to request that I sample the latest kind and keep track of which ones I liked best, my suspicions jolted awake, took a long look at each other, and said, "Hmmmmmm."

4.24.2006

The Small of Your Back...

...is a really weird place to get a sunburn.

"Frankie Say Relax"

Alex and I enjoyed a refreshing weekend, one of those rare weekend-y weekends where we simply had a good time and relaxed. Saturday we got to see Joel & Kali again--it's simply been forever--and played games, talked, and had lucious ice cream that they graciously brought. Sunday, a whole passel of Alex's work pals came over for an impromptu gathering. We played games, ordered pizza, and baked brownies.

This was a weekend of indulging our sugar craving, as well.

So, while the gusting wind on Sunday prevented our finishing the building roof, on the upside, we got to enjoy ourselves. And so, the week begins.

4.21.2006

Navel Orange... With an Out-ie

Alex's lunch revealed a bit more navel than anticipated.

Do You Really Want to Go There?

I'm all for reviving Star Trek, but... another prequel plot? Shouldn't they be boldly going where no producer has gone before, instead of taking the ST: Enterprise idea up a level?

I shudder to think of casting young lookalikes for William Shatner and Leonard Nimoy. This better not turn into the space version of Dumb and Dumberer.

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That'll Leave a Mark


So I got to wondering, what is it with the urge to leave your mark on things? I immediately think of the "Kilroy was here" phenomenon, as well as bathroom stalls, park benches, and fresh concrete. I'm not talking about the urge to leave rude, obscene, or gossipy comments--that's another urge altogether, I think--but simply wanting to leave your mark.

With me, at least, there are several reasons. First, there's the desire to create a permanent mark, some small legacy that when you're eighty you can take you grandkids to and say, "Hey look, I did that when I was a spry young gal." Then there's the urge to do something slightly naughty--I think it's the result of all the classes in high school that I never skipped out on. My group of friends seems to prove that if you don't get your inner rebel out as a teen, it comes back to dominate your adulthood in one fashion or another. (For me, it's buying clothes at Hot Topic and being geeky--among the tamest of rebellions, I know.)

Both of these reasons played a part in a small instance four years ago when the sidewalk near our rental house was torn up and redone. Alex and I stole out late one night, giggling like the juveniles we are, and inscribed "A [hearts] S" in the fresh concrete. This, however, I can also justifiably blame my parents for, as they used the fresh concrete from their shed when I was a kid as a canvas for our hands and the pawprints of our cats.

Then again, it was their shed.



Then there's the desire to leave something clever, wise, and/or funny for others to enjoy. I quite enjoy reading insightful bathroom stall doors, and am always struck by the fact that even if I lacked my inner rigid moral scolding--er, conscience--and could bring myself to put pen to stall door, I really have nothing clever, wise, or funny to put there.

I wonder, does this urge occur to writers more than other people? Is it merely the seductive quality of the written word, no matter where it is written, that calls out? Or is it all due to the smirking youth that lurks inside all of us?

4.20.2006

Stuff I Like

Sheer photographic genius with a Darth Tater and Peeps.

An admirable Flickr collection of things you can place on your dog's head.

Tally of teams with most fan loyalty (Go Spurs!).

For the creative goth in all of us: Zombie Twin Skirt.

When you just need a cool/funny shirt.

List of Next Gen Time Travel Episodes. Oh, the geekery of it all.

Next Gen guide to Temporal Mechanics.

For the bling-loving booknerd in your life: typewriter key bracelets.

Conversation-starting jewlery made by a librarian...

...including Art Bracelets!

A Mouthful

...If you're typing, does that make it a fingerful?