So there.
Now that I’ve concluded the ‘justification for being lame’ portion of this post, I will move right on into this week’s version of ‘why I have a bad attitude on Tuesdays’. I know you’ve all been missing these posts. Don’t lie.
The first reason I have a bad attitude this morning is because my day started off with a battle royale against a gigantic flying bug in my shower. Some of you know how my shower is like the Axis of Evil of my apartment, but recently I had been getting cautiously optimistic that things were turning around. Or at least, it was functioning properly for a change. I should have known it would find a new way to try and ruin my mornings. I have no idea where this thing came from, how it got in there, or even exactly what it is. It looked like some kind of giant mutant moth/ugly butterfly or something. As soon as I saw it sitting on the window sill (and can I please just interject here and ask whose brilliant idea it was to put a giant window inside somebody’s SHOWER? And not up high where the water can’t reach it like you would think. It’s huge, right at normal window height, getting soaked with water all the time and I’m sure the wood on the window sill is completely ruined) I started bombarding it with water because in my head it’s a universal truth that if you see a bug and you are near water, it’s better to drown it than squash it. Plus, this thing was huge and I’m not sure smashing it with my shampoo bottle would have been terribly effective.
Unfortunately, the wings on this monstrosity acted like a suit of armor that protected it from most of the water. Don’t get me wrong, I got a couple good shots in there, I held my own, but I’m pretty sure the thing is still not dead. The best I could really do was get it to hide behind the blinds where I trapped it and continued to throw water at it for another couple of minutes, and then I got out of there as quickly as possible. I’m going to have to come up with a plan of attack for when I get home from work to finish it off. Oh my GOD I hate bugs. It would be worthwhile to me to find a husband just so I never have to deal with another bug as long as I live. But realistically that’s probably not a good enough reason for marriage.Alas. Also, you see? You see how the bugs are out to get me? The attack begins....
Now that I’ve concluded the ‘justification for being lame’ portion of this post, I will move right on into this week’s version of ‘why I have a bad attitude on Tuesdays’. I know you’ve all been missing these posts. Don’t lie.
The first reason I have a bad attitude this morning is because my day started off with a battle royale against a gigantic flying bug in my shower. Some of you know how my shower is like the Axis of Evil of my apartment, but recently I had been getting cautiously optimistic that things were turning around. Or at least, it was functioning properly for a change. I should have known it would find a new way to try and ruin my mornings. I have no idea where this thing came from, how it got in there, or even exactly what it is. It looked like some kind of giant mutant moth/ugly butterfly or something. As soon as I saw it sitting on the window sill (and can I please just interject here and ask whose brilliant idea it was to put a giant window inside somebody’s SHOWER? And not up high where the water can’t reach it like you would think. It’s huge, right at normal window height, getting soaked with water all the time and I’m sure the wood on the window sill is completely ruined) I started bombarding it with water because in my head it’s a universal truth that if you see a bug and you are near water, it’s better to drown it than squash it. Plus, this thing was huge and I’m not sure smashing it with my shampoo bottle would have been terribly effective.
Unfortunately, the wings on this monstrosity acted like a suit of armor that protected it from most of the water. Don’t get me wrong, I got a couple good shots in there, I held my own, but I’m pretty sure the thing is still not dead. The best I could really do was get it to hide behind the blinds where I trapped it and continued to throw water at it for another couple of minutes, and then I got out of there as quickly as possible. I’m going to have to come up with a plan of attack for when I get home from work to finish it off. Oh my GOD I hate bugs. It would be worthwhile to me to find a husband just so I never have to deal with another bug as long as I live. But realistically that’s probably not a good enough reason for marriage.
The second reason I have a bad attitude this Tuesday is every time I see a story about Brett Favre coming out of retirement I want to fly to Louisiana
(have I mentioned that I’m excited football season is around the corner? Because every week in the fall there’s something to do on Sunday afternoons. Yee haw)
So, over the weekend I watched two movies I’d been meaning to see for years but never got around to it: Confessions of a Dangerous Mind and Rushmore. The first one was really weird, and I’m not exactly sure why it’s a comedy. Didn’t really like it. I like George Clooney as an actor, but I’m not so sure about him as a director (I wasn’t a big fan of Good Night and Good Luck either, but I know it was all critically acclaimed like this one, blah blah blah. I think really it’s just further evidence that movie critics in general are strange people who are basically out of touch with reality and the general public. Then again maybe I’m just not sophisticated enough to like it. Which could be why I’m not a movie critic). It’s like it was too weird to have an opinion about. Rushmore was hilarious, but then again I like Wes Anderson and I think all his movies are pretty great.
(have I mentioned that I’m excited football season is around the corner? Because every week in the fall there’s something to do on Sunday afternoons. Yee haw)
So, over the weekend I watched two movies I’d been meaning to see for years but never got around to it: Confessions of a Dangerous Mind and Rushmore. The first one was really weird, and I’m not exactly sure why it’s a comedy. Didn’t really like it. I like George Clooney as an actor, but I’m not so sure about him as a director (I wasn’t a big fan of Good Night and Good Luck either, but I know it was all critically acclaimed like this one, blah blah blah. I think really it’s just further evidence that movie critics in general are strange people who are basically out of touch with reality and the general public. Then again maybe I’m just not sophisticated enough to like it. Which could be why I’m not a movie critic). It’s like it was too weird to have an opinion about. Rushmore was hilarious, but then again I like Wes Anderson and I think all his movies are pretty great.
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Check out Comcast.net sports, Russakoff Rules re:Brett. It is hilarious!
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