So, now and then, I read the posts at Stuff White People Like. It’s amusing, and clever, but I think the title is somewhat misguided.
My hometown, for example, is chock full of white people who would be mystified by this list.
It should be called “Stuff Educated Liberal Urban Hipsters Like,” or something of that nature. I realize that title is kind of unwieldy, so feel free to offer your suggestions. 😉
So we turned on the TV to watch How I Met Your Mother, and instead got live coverage of some sort of police standoff on the 190.
I have been watching this coverage for 20 minutes, and I STILL DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING.
They’re replaying (and narrating) how the police took the guy in the truck into custody. But you know what they haven’t done?
THEY HAVEN’T EXPLAINED WHY THERE WAS A STANDOFF IN THE FIRST PLACE.
You know what Channel 4? I haven’t been watching your coverage for the past three hours. I’m just saying, it might be helpful to clue your viewers in every now and then.
And then we join Two and a Half Men in progress. Thanks, Channel 4.
So, as we prepare for our big move (will be happening sometime this month…), we’re clearing out clutter and giving away/selling/throwing away lots of stuff.
I currently have a bag full of movies on VHS. Many of them are Disney movies. Some of them are unopened. I know I can’t sell them, but is there anyplace that would take them before I just throw them in the garbage? Lemme know if you know of anything.
I’m in a much better mood today…thanks. 🙂
I think I’m just starting to get stressed out about all the things I have going on right now. My brain is fried. I’m madly dashing to get all my grading done (after this week, I have journals to grade, then portfolios, then the college classes are done…however, I still have middle school stuff to grade!). I really feel like I need to get my invitations ready this weekend.
And at that, I should be getting back to my grading…
I seriously don’t know what my problem is today. But this was a moment of excitement:
New Scrabble game. My first move: “intrepid” for a bingo. Rock on. 😉
Great job! There’s nooooo doubt about it. You’re from Da Burgh. You deserve a reward, so go have an Ahrn City or two. And GO STILLERS!
Although, the fact that I understand Pittsuburghese doesn’t necessarily mean I *speak* Pittsburghese. 😉
(I do, though, catch myself doing the whole “The grass needs cut” thing…)
Seen at So Anyway…
These are my feet, freshly pedicured.
This photo has been viewed 1082 times. It has been favorited 8 times. I have been requested to add it to groups like “Pretty toes and fingers,” and “Beautiful women’s toes and feet.” It’s been commented on by a guy with a whole blog dedicated to adoring female feet.
A second photo of the same pedicure has been viewed 1136 times.
Seriously?
This all reminds me of a story…back when I was freshly living in Buffalo, my parents were in town visiting. We went out to grab a quick lunch, and a man approached me. He told me that he was a student at the University at Buffalo who was writing a book about Reflexology.
“We need a foot model for the book,” he said. “I think your feet would be perfect.”
He asked for my email address and told me that he’d send me a sample chapter and some more information, so that I didn’t think he was crazy. I gave it to him and he wrote (chapter and all).
His next step was to ask if he could take some test shots of my feet to send to his editor. “We can do it at UB,” he said.
Weird? Maybe…but he seemed harmless, and he suggested meeting in a public place. I asked a coworker to go with me, just in case, and we met in in a classroom at UB. I took off my shoes, and he took some pictures of my feet. He told me I’d hear from him.
I never heard from him.
Afterwards, I felt kind of like Charlotte in that episode of Sex and the City, where she meets the foot fetishist in the shoe store:
(not very good quality and subtitled in…Chinese? I’m not sure…)
Before this, I never really thought of my feet (or anyone else’s, for that matter) as sexual objects. I don’t mind my feet, and I don’t dislike having my feet touched as some people do, but that’s really as far as it goes. But what the heck…if my feet can bring people some pleasure, who am I to deny them? 😉
(permission given to Eden to reprint this for the Sexography project, because I missed the deadline. Silly me!)
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