I said READ dance bliss. Not eggplant sandwich dance bliss.

I've read about twenty of the 75 books every woman should read list compiled over at jezebel.com (and brought to my attention by editorial ass). I do, however, own at least five more, so I can pretend I'll get to reading those eventually...

Similar to moonrat, I have read about 15 of Esquire's list for men.

I did, however, read quite a few books in 2008, possibly more than my usual 5o-ish-or-on-average-one-a-week. I'll post a little year-end-round-up soon, I think. I can tell you right now that Three Cups of Tea is not going as fast as I might like and that I'm going to give in and read Twilight in the next couple of days - Kenneth and Paige, we do have a movie date, right?

Hey now.

Um, shortly after that post about the targeted ad for "Tees for Sarcastic Jews", I got an ad for "Socially Awkward Tees".

Wait, why are you laughing?

Lady brings a new cup of coffee.

So, I've definitely never linked to or posted a picture of myself on this here blog, and for that matter I've pretty much not included any actual personally identifying info at all. Well, but something about this picture of my ghetto israeli dancing self just calls for sharing. Yalla.

Um, I took three separate naps yesterday. THREE. What the hell? I think the cold makes me tired. They were all, like, *deep* sleeps, too. Weird.

Hey listen, I know you've all seen the "Take On Me - literal version" video already, but I just found a friend who hadn't yet so I can't resist mentioning it in case you also live under a rock. How f'n fabulous is this?? Go watch it now.

Happy Chanukah. Merry Christmas. Etc.

How did they know?

So, on Facebook there are these targeted ads on the sides of the screen. If your status says you're single, you'll get ads for online dating sites, etc. Right now, I have an ad that says:

Tees for Sarcastic Jews

I shit you not. *That's* targeted advertising. Next up:
"Diet Coke for Wonder Woman fans"?

Oh, so, hey out there, blogoworld. I've been busy and not so much making with the posts, huh? Sorry about that. I'm at winter camp now, enjoying a differently-crazed schedule instead of the usual crazy schedule. Yay me. Hope you're doing well, blogging to come when it comes.

This about sums it up.

(3:22:59 PM) friend: yo yo
(3:23:13 PM) me: fro yo
(3:23:24 PM) friend: hehe
(3:23:36 PM) friend: im so happy you actually responded. it continues to surprise me when you do. haha
(3:24:18 PM) me: you're welcome :)
(3:24:41 PM) me: it's good to set expectations REALLY low so that when you do what would normally be considered less than the barest minimum, people are surprised and happy

Support the RDB Housing Fund. Send me a check for twenty grand.

See, here's the thing. I've been condo shopping for aaaaaaaaaages now, and prices have been coming down and it's all very exciting (and terrifying) for a first-time buyer who is ready to take the plunge.

I've seen a lot of places and I've learned a lot about the process and about what's out there and what changes I could or would make to various units... etc. And I've been learning about what I like and what I don't, and what I could live with and without, and of course I have my top-10-ideal-attributes list in my head and every condo has some number of these items and the more the better but no one place has it all... etc.

HERE'S THE PROBLEM. I HAVE FOUND MY DREAM CONDO. And it costs about $20,000 more than I was planning to spend.

Want to give me some money? A little bit of money? A lot of money? No really, want to give me some money? Or know someone who does?

Sigh.

Madonna @ Dodger Stadium

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Reviews tomorrow, perhaps :)

wordle wordle wordle

One of the gazillion wordles of this blog that I've made since finding this fabulous toy. You gotta try it. (Click to embiggen.)



(From wordle.net: Wordle is a toy for generating “word clouds” from text that you provide. The clouds give greater prominence to words that appear more frequently in the source text. You can tweak your clouds with different fonts, layouts, and color schemes.)

Here's another one:

I bought a few books lately.

like, in the last seven days.

In the time-honored tradition of Terry's parents' refrigerator, here is an annotated guide. Click to enbiggen.



(Is this a fall winter-coming-on-prepare-to-hibernate instinct? Is it that I've finally had a little room in my schedule to slow down and read and shop and I'm making up for lost time? Perhaps it's just related to the fact that 90% of the people who have been important to me in my life (like, say, my parents) were all born in October? Planning ahead to buy a condo and wanting to make the moving process easier by buying more heavy shit I will have to pay to move? Thinking ahead about having a new condo and therefore room for a new bookcase? Maybe just: had a lot of Dance lately; need more Read (and Bliss.))

Maybe I shouldn't feel so bad now that I know blogger doesn't even recognize it as a valid word.

I am disappointed in myself for not having figured out on my own what the word dysphemism means.

Although to be fair, if I'd heard it said I might have. Maybe.