Today I washed my front door. It was surprisingly dirty. The other doors in my building are pretty clean, except for those for unoccupied condos. I’m wondering, do these people wash their doors regularly? Is this normal?
Yay today is my one year anniversary of not dying from the blood clot in my brain!
To celebrate, I will…uh…take an aspirin.

Last week, while I was in Barnes and Noble, I ducked behind some shelves to hide from an acquaintance I didn’t want to talk to, and found myself face to face with this book.

Now I kind of want to learn to crochet to make these things. I get frustrated quickly with stuff like this, though, when I don’t get it right away….plus I’m not ready to lay out the money for supplies yet, since I usually quit too early to make it financially worthwhile.
Here’s another awesome one:

Too bad I’m so passive.
It occurred to me the other day that this blog has gotten sort of boring as shit. And that’s because I’m always hesitant to write embarrassing stuff about myself.
I consider my life, for blogging purposes, to fall into three main categories.
- General daily / nerd / family information
- Things that I don’t want people to know about me because I am afraid that people will then think less of me (cat lady, weight)
- Things that I find to best be kept private, unless I’m drunk (29-year-old virgin)
Those last two categories include all the really embarrassing things. So I’m going to try to step it up and humiliate the crap out of myself.
I realized recently that in the past six years, I have pretty much completely stopped reading challenging books. I’ve known this on some level, of course, the whole time, but it’s only just now becoming unacceptable to me. I think the catalyst is probably the fact that I read the Twilight series in a week last November, and then just read all 4.5 books again last month. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed them quite a bit (probably far too much, seeing as how the quality of the writing is pretty much at a third grade level). The best explanation I’ve read is from Cleolinda on Livejournal, who points out
I’m not going to defend them any more than I’m going to defend Twinkies–you go and get yourself a Twinkie when you have a very specific kind of craving SUGARRRRR!. If you want gourmet pastry, or even a homemade cake, you know where to get that. If you’re eating a Twinkie, you clearly know what you want and why you’re eating it, and you know that it’s not good to eat very many of them, but… you know… sometimes you just want one. And then when you’re done you read it all over again.
So, there’s that. To offset my sudden and intense Twinkie/Twilight consumption, I am putting together a list of books that I want to add to my brain and my shelves.
What I have so far:
- The Handmaid’s Tale: A Novel Margaret Atwood
- His Dark Materials Philip Pullman
- American Tabloid: A Novel James Ellroy
- The Miracle of Mindfulness Thich Nhat Hanh
- I, Claudius Robert Graves
- The Eyre Affair Jasper Fforde
- Catch-22 Joseph Heller
- QED: The Strange Theory of Light and Matter Richard Feynman
- Guns, Germs, and Steel Jared M. Diamond
- A Short History of Nearly Everything Bill Bryson
- Made in America Bill Bryson
- The Art of Looking Sideways Alan Fletcher
- The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark Carl Sagan
- Slaughterhouse-Five Kurt Vonnegut
- A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments Roland Barthes
- Parliament of Whores P.J. O’Rourke
- The Alienist Caleb Carr
- The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time Mark Haddon
- The Conquest of Happiness Bertrand Russell
- Ishmael Daniel Quinn
Ok! So…any further suggestions? Or is any of that list up there utter crap? Plz to enlighten me, kthx.