A hodge-podge for which I cannot be bothered to write amusing transitions.
1: Umberto Eco (whose babies might just be the only I'd ever be willing to bear... well, short of Alton Brown's) is coming out with a new book. HOORAH! It's non-fiction, of course, but here's hoping it doesn't suck like Queen Loana did regardless.
2: Hoffage.
3: Embarrassing things du jour in my life have, as of late, been particularly characterized by me accidentally revealing myself to be a complete pervert at work. Most of these incidents involve my pseudo-innocent and moderately hot male co-worker, who I sit next to now that I have moved my desk away from Krazytown. He pretends not to know what terms like "DP," "glory hole," or "eating box" mean in their filthy - and thereby obviously correct - contexts. And I end up trying hard to explain them in the most tactful of ways every time, much to his amusement. And usually only after he asks me things like, "What, do you want some DP too?" To which, of course, I respond "FUCK YES I DO!" before realizing he was referring to Dr. Pepper. Damn him. He is probably just fucking with me. Oh well. There are worse things the entire office could know about me than the fact that I am a Porn Addict. Namely.... virtually anything else about me. Ha!
4: Sy Hirsch's new article about Iran in the New Yorker has totally garnered him yet another hole-in-one (fuck, at this point they should be called hole-in-hirsches). He did an interview on Fresh Air this morning for my fellow NPR nerds. FUCKING SCARY no matter what side of the aisle you come down on.
5: Okay, now you go.
2: Hoffage.
3: Embarrassing things du jour in my life have, as of late, been particularly characterized by me accidentally revealing myself to be a complete pervert at work. Most of these incidents involve my pseudo-innocent and moderately hot male co-worker, who I sit next to now that I have moved my desk away from Krazytown. He pretends not to know what terms like "DP," "glory hole," or "eating box" mean in their filthy - and thereby obviously correct - contexts. And I end up trying hard to explain them in the most tactful of ways every time, much to his amusement. And usually only after he asks me things like, "What, do you want some DP too?" To which, of course, I respond "FUCK YES I DO!" before realizing he was referring to Dr. Pepper. Damn him. He is probably just fucking with me. Oh well. There are worse things the entire office could know about me than the fact that I am a Porn Addict. Namely.... virtually anything else about me. Ha!
4: Sy Hirsch's new article about Iran in the New Yorker has totally garnered him yet another hole-in-one (fuck, at this point they should be called hole-in-hirsches). He did an interview on Fresh Air this morning for my fellow NPR nerds. FUCKING SCARY no matter what side of the aisle you come down on.
5: Okay, now you go.