One Girl Revolution

Last night, shadownex said out of the blue that she thinks theycallmeboy resembles
this guy.

I'm glad to see that I'm not the only one who thinks so. (She said this without my prompting, just so we're clear.)

In related news, Boy and I had this conversation last night:

Me: A lot of people in the office are really eager to meet you.
Boy: Well, I...um...
Me: What's wrong?
Boy: I guess I'm just...I hope I can live up to expectations.
Me: What are you talking about, baby? I just tell them all about you.
Boy: Well, what if they expect me to...I don't know, fly in? Or spontaneously Riverdance across the office or something?

Somehow, I don't think it'll come to that.

Lastly, it's snowing here in Stooges Country. I'll have to get some plastic up on the windows come Saturday, if I can figure out how to get around the lip/handle of the window (what you grab to open the things) and how to tape the plastic behind the blinds mount. I also need to measure the opening and get me a tension rod and some curtains.

I do believe I've become the most boring person alive.

Hey there, hi there, LJ-types.

Don't have too much time here, but I did want to take a few lunchtime moments to tell you all about theycallmeboy's new blog, which is, at this very moment, saving the world from crappy Internet Flash games.

The name? Big Mean Flash Gamer.

The URL? bigmeanflashgamer.blogspot.com.

The premise? Boy plays Flash games, takes screenshots, and rants about them in rollicking, caustic, Irish fashion. Piping hot with local flavour, now with the Old World charm of superfluous "u"s. It's old meets new, East meets West, and all sorts of other witty marketing descriptions that makes people check out websites.

There are ads. Click on them. After he makes $100, Google will send him a check. Should current exchange rate patterns continue it should be just enough for him to buy a shoelace. Possibly a gum ball.

And of course you know that I'll have to make a new blog too...

Guess who's getting a cold? Go on, guess.

I should have known that the exhaustion of Thursday and Friday was more than just the result of a few late nights. I woke up feeling ok, but soon started to feel a little...off. This feeling got worse, I started to notice that I was still really tired (despite sleeping nearly 11 hours), that I kept coughing...yep, all the signs are there.

This really upsets me. I was hoping to go to a concert tonight in Detroit; the son of the family I was house sitting for last weekend actually has a good band, and they're playing at a venue in the city tonight. I hate breaking engagements, doubly so when they involve music. I just couldn't do it tonight - I just want to sit or lie down. I'm fighting the urge to nap, as it's too late in the day to do that without making it extra difficult to sleep tonight.

I'm going to will myself better, though. I'll be damned if I miss work on Wednesday. Not only is it costume day, it's taco day, too. Speaking of, I have to go out and buy boots tomorrow. Yet another reason to get better.

In the meantime, I haven't been completely unproductive. I managed to write an article for all you cash-strapped procrastinators out there - How to Create A Halloween Costume - On Time, On Budget. Feel free to rate it, link it, pass it around, whatever. Hopefully it's at least a little useful.

I also found out that Boy is Internets famous. That's pretty cool.

Speaking of Boy, I happened upon this new clothing collection today. Now, I always promised that I'd never become one of those girlfriends who started dictating what her boyfriend could and couldn't wear, but...wow. I keep picturing him in some of those outfits, and...yes. Very yes. It's also worth noting that the designer just happens to have a last name in common with my handsome man, though I'm not quite sure if that will work in my favor.

theycallmeboy is apparently suffering from the hangover from Hell. Poor Boy.

Anyone know any good hangover remedies?

And I'm still open to freelancing suggestions. Lemme know if you have advice for good sites that pay enough to make it worth the effort.

Generally, I don't enjoy cooking just for myself. It always seems like too much of a mess, getting out pots and pans and cutting boards and knives and spoons and god knows what else just for lil' old me. One of my biggest fears about moving out on my own is that I would slowly, unintentionally starve myself, or at least develop a mild case of scurvy. If theycallmeboy were with me, or if I had roommates, I'd be cooking up a storm every night, trying to pack as much nutrition into a dish as possible without packing in too many calories or fat grams or bad things in the process. Because the only other time I'll cook is if I'm experimenting with a new recipe - futzing around with new ingredients and spices and all.

So it was kind of neat when my mom called me just now, all excited and pleased with herself. "I bought you spices!" she said.

"What?" I said, all sleepy-like. (Damn jet lag.)

"Spices!" Mom said again. "Lemon pepper and pepper and spices! I'll get them packed up for you."

So it looks like I'll be all nutritiously well-rounded for the time being, now that there are tastes to explore.

And I also love her for asking me to get theycallmeboy's clothes sizes. She's all eager to get him clothes for Christmas. For better or worse, he's officially part of the tribe now.

It's weird how someone who can drive me so crazy can also be so wonderful.