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I've found another blog to follow! She's a young, crafty mom with an amusing and sassy sense of humor.
This has made my day. /LAME
Craft and foodie blogs are my secret yen. I'm a wannabe crafter/foodie, so all these blogs let me live vicariously and fantasize that one day, that'll be me, with a snazzy, artistic blog with all sorts of snazzy, artistic photos of my wonderful creations. Watch out, world. Except I'm lazy as hell, so my Doctor Evil moment will come, but er, later.
Other stuff I did today, just to combat this revelation of my utter lameness, was go to the comic book store to partake in Free Comic Book Day.
Wait, that doesn't do much for my Lame-O-Meter, does it? Ah, hell.
WELL--well, it was in an indie comic book-themed art gallery with live music, so. Downtown San Jose's attempt to catch up to San Francisco as a cultural hub proceeds pretentiously apace. The music was bloody awful, though, so we (the hubby having been guilted into coming) left early. Maybe I'm just not ~sophisticated~ enough to 'get' the SJ indie music scene, but sorry, screaming rap into a mic with a rock backbeat is not my idea of edgy and cool.
Ummmm. Other news, the hubby watched Clash of the Titans via download. (I don't feel one speck of guilty about d/ling it, because the one time I paid to watch it was more than it deserved.) His reaction to it was priceless. I suppose hetero men don't derive as much enjoyment out of Sam Worthington thigh shots, huh?
This has made my day. /LAME
Craft and foodie blogs are my secret yen. I'm a wannabe crafter/foodie, so all these blogs let me live vicariously and fantasize that one day, that'll be me, with a snazzy, artistic blog with all sorts of snazzy, artistic photos of my wonderful creations. Watch out, world. Except I'm lazy as hell, so my Doctor Evil moment will come, but er, later.
Other stuff I did today, just to combat this revelation of my utter lameness, was go to the comic book store to partake in Free Comic Book Day.
Wait, that doesn't do much for my Lame-O-Meter, does it? Ah, hell.
WELL--well, it was in an indie comic book-themed art gallery with live music, so. Downtown San Jose's attempt to catch up to San Francisco as a cultural hub proceeds pretentiously apace. The music was bloody awful, though, so we (the hubby having been guilted into coming) left early. Maybe I'm just not ~sophisticated~ enough to 'get' the SJ indie music scene, but sorry, screaming rap into a mic with a rock backbeat is not my idea of edgy and cool.
Ummmm. Other news, the hubby watched Clash of the Titans via download. (I don't feel one speck of guilty about d/ling it, because the one time I paid to watch it was more than it deserved.) His reaction to it was priceless. I suppose hetero men don't derive as much enjoyment out of Sam Worthington thigh shots, huh?