Disarray

I had four articles due this week. Another one is due Monday morning.

It's a little past 11:00pm on Friday night. I just got off work.

I work for myself.

We're painting this weekend. Again.

The bedroom sounds as hollow as it did on the day we moved in.

The clothes are all over the living room. Also like the day we moved in.

The mechanics set the Honda on fire.

We're sleeping on the couch this weekend.

I'm not done with that fifth article.

I can't find my pajamas anywhere.

Tuesday will be better.

A Proposal

I'd like to propose an amendment that disallows people from proposing amendments that are based on the argument that "my god says so."

Bummer

There's some bad news for fans of Outkast's Hey Ya: Polaroid is warning customers that it is, in fact, not such a good idea to "shake it like a Polaroid picture."

Rights

Hey everyone, look at the bigots who don't believe that gay couples should have the same rights as everyone else! How retro!

Point and laugh! Point and laugh!

Oy. There are few things that really get me angry, and this is at the top of the list.

Coalition for Marriage, my ass. Speaking as someone who is married, I can tell you this: If the fact that two men or two women want to sign their names to a marriage license somehow makes you less certain of your own commitment, you've got other issues you should be dealing with.

footsies

This little trick will probably be plastered all over blogland by the time you read this, but what the hell:

While sitting, lift your right foot off the ground slightly. Then begin to make small clockwise circles with that foot. Got it? Okay, now draw the number 6 with your right hand. Your foot will automatically reverse directions and begin to go counterclockwise. [*]

Actually, this seems to work if you draw any counterclockwise circle with your right hand. Isn't the brain fun?