OH oh OH! Lots of people are discussing what tattoos they want and I want in. So. (Mom, before you have a heart attack at the number of these know that I’ll probably only end up with one or two of them these are just the things I’m thinking about)
Pippa and I invented a game. It’s called “YOU CAN’T FOOL PIPPA!” It involves asking her an addition problem (that adds up to less than 10 - sometimes up to 15 if I’m feeling lucky) and her answering the problem correctly (because she’s a genius) then us both yelling “YOU CAN’T FOOL PIPPA!” and then we both giggle a lot.
So, y’all, I have the best job in the world and there is nothing I would rather do as a job than my job. Tonight, though? I’d love to be playing “YOU CAN’T FOOL PIPPA!”
We’ve been way behind on fall TV so yesterday and today were “watching episode 1 of the season before it’s no longer available on the website” sorts of days. So.
Agents of shield
Those were the three watched yesterday and today. I think I want to stop watching TV before they kill off everyone. I don’t even want to know what happens in the Sleepy Hollow premiere. If they kill off any of my babies on that show I will be quite put out.
So we’ve had Halloween discussions this year. First the girls wanted to be the Guardians of the Galaxy then Pokemen, Mario Cart characters, and now Pippa wants to be Snow White and Kaylee wants to be Kate Bishop which means I can be whatever because I don’t think I can string those two into a coherent family costume? So I’m thinking Jareth. Because tumbowielarians show their pride, right?
“You know what I’m going to do when I grow up? I’m going to get some cheese and some chocolate chips and some DORITOS! And I’m going to put them in separate bowls then pour them all into the same bowl then I’m going to add whipped cream and make A CAKE!”—Pippa has important life goals
Agatha Christie goes up to the counter and orders a cafe mocha. She stirs it dramatically, turns to the other occupants of the Starbucks, and announces that she knows who has committed the murder. The barista attempts to escape without notice, but the policeman in disguise subdues her quickly. Christie looks down, but her coffee is missing. It reappears a week later, but no one has ever determined where it went for those seven days.
how does ‘he shouldn’t have started running’ make more sense or come before ‘that police officer shouldn’t have shot a kid holding a sandwich running in the opposite direction 16 times to death’ ? i don’t get it. if you’re justifying this in any way you are plagued with something sinister there’s nothing more to it
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about Tumblr, and I guess Weird Twitter—“getting real tired of occupying a corporeal form”— as well though I’m less familiar with the depths of the Twitterverse, and their strange surrealist brand of dealing with existential angst—of which #team give up and lie on the floor is a good example I guess—but how surprisingly effective it is, at least to me, more than any inspirational dogs telling me a small mistake can’t invalidate my successes when I know that in reality it can and frequently does, to acknowledge that we’re all star stuff and nothingness hurtling around a flaming ball of gas in space and while things might matter a little really they don’t. Is it weird that so many of us seem so comforted by that? I just think there’s something significant there somewhere.
Pippa is the star of the week at school this week so I get to go read a book to her class today! Note the article I used - a book. Her favorite book. We had it narrowed down to tree but then last night it got unnarrowed down and today I am bringing sixbookstoPippa’sclass. SIX! I’m there for half an hour and I’m answering any questions the class has about Pippa while I’m there!
I told Pippa I’m not reading all of them but I’m happy to display them all as her favorites while I’m reading? But now I have to figure out which one (maybe 2) I’m reading.
(Side note: the books are in the car and I don’t remember what the sixth book was. It was a last minute addition … I’ll figure it out)
Oh Em Gee, tumblr. A super racist porny blog keeps showing up on my tumblr as one of those recommended blog things? Thankfully it’s not a porn post but a super weird post and I keep scrolling up to see who would put that on my dash and when I mouse over the icon it’s super graphic porn and the blog itself has a background of an, again, super graphic porn gif. Dudes, I have unfollowed people I loved reading because they every once in awhile posted an artfully naked lady, I don’t need tumblr itself to put this crap on my dash! And I keep wondering what is wrong with me that tumblr’s algorithms want me to follow this specific blog? But I’m thinking the problem is not me. It’s tumblr.
"average person lies about 3 candles a year" factoid actualy just statistical error. average person lies about 0 candles per year. Candles Jenn, who lives in Appleton & lies about over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted