Archive for August, 2009

You know what this will lead to, right?

Monday, August 31st, 2009 | Bloggity goodness | 3 Comments

A Book Lover’s Guide to IKEA seating can only lead to a renaming of all of IKEA’s sofas and chairs. (Ok. I’ll admit I’d probably look at seating named after Kjell Eriksson.)

I’m staying away from that Franzen chair, though. I have enough difficult furniture.

(via The Morning News)

Again, for the record

Wednesday, August 26th, 2009 | You Call This News? | 2 Comments

I’m not in DC.

I am, however, sorry to hear about Teddy.

Dear Monday evening,

Monday, August 24th, 2009 | Life in Czeltistan | 2 Comments

I’ve had enough of your crap. Get out.

Moose kisses,
Czeltic Girl

The following few bits of joy from the last half hour are the only things saving this craptastic evening. I want to hug them: I Can Has Cheezburger (most notably this photo), Gay Perry, and a quick review of today’s XKCD. (Pretty sure Gay Perry is the only one of those three things I could actually hug. I’m ok with that.)

I’d have a cocktail, but Rocket Science Girl here packed up the liquor cabinet, and the beer I have in the house isn’t cold.

Really, spammers?

Sunday, August 23rd, 2009 | Bloggity goodness | 2 Comments

About half of today’s attempted spam comments had something to do with Simpsons pr0n.

Stupid Rule 34.

For the record

Tuesday, August 11th, 2009 | You Call This News? | 1 Comment

I am nowhere near DC today. Sometimes Kennedys just die on their own. I can’t be held responsible for this one. (And yes, I’m ignoring the fact Eunice got very, very sick the last time I was in DC. She recovered, ok. This one’s not on me.)

Break out your tissues

Friday, August 7th, 2009 | Bloggity goodness, You Call This News? | 3 Comments

For those of us who were teens in the ’80s, John Hughes was kind of our voice. It was pretty hard to find anyone who didn’t like at least one of his movies, and pretty much everyone I knew loved many of them. It didn’t matter where we grew up or what we were into, we were all sure at least one of his characters was us. (And I’m sure we all had others we wished were us.) For a grown-up, he completely got what it was like to be a teen.

He hadn’t made any movies in a few years, but that’s ok. The ones he made between 1984 and 1988 were really all we needed. (Yes, I know there were some good ones on either side of that, but those are the rockstar films.) Even now, I can’t resist watching his films when they’re on (much to the detriment of whatever else I’m supposed to be doing at that moment.)

So when he passed away yesterday, I found it made me much sadder than I would have expected. Even though I’d never met the man, it felt kind of like losing a friend.

This woman, however, did know him. She was another teen from the ’80s, but she was lucky enough to talk John into being her pen pal for a number of years, and this blog entry shares some of that with the rest of us: Sincerely, John Hughes.

If you’re even a little bit a fan of John Hughes, you’re going to want a box of tissues nearby.

(Thanks to vidiot for the tip and for making me get all teary-eyed at work. And thanks to John Hughes for helping make the teen years a little bit more bearable.)