My One-hundred-and-seventieth Post

Last night I was slightly distracted during the General Relief Society thing. So I came up with a list of variations on the Relief Society motto, "Charity Never Faileth."

• Charity's pretty reliable
• You can usually count on Charity
• Charity won't let you down
• Charity is a responsible member of society
• Charity is solid as a rock
• Charity is the Duracell of virtues.
• Charity seldom flunketh

See also:

• Charity is a good dancer
• Charity lets you borrow shoes
• Charity has great taste
• Charity: high five!

My One-hundred-and-sixty-ninth Post

Guys! Guess what I found at Barnes and Noble yesterday!

!!!!!

Each set includes the candidate's wife and Obama's has his two daughters as well. Several changes of clothing are provided for each figure. Also interestingly enough, the "unclothed" Obama figure is simply wearing boxer shorts. The McCain figure is wearing boxer shorts, an undershirt, and knee socks. Hee.

My One-hundred-and-sixty-eigth Post

Is it bad that I've been up for five hours, and I just saw myself in the mirror for the first time about two minutes ago? Unfortunately for me, my roommates this semester all tend to get ready for the day at the exact same time as I do. This makes mirror time a hot commodity, especially for my two freshman roommates who have not yet learned the art of "not caring what you look like" (I mastered this skill long ago).

If I want a shower in the morning, I have to get up at least five minutes before my roommate does—otherwise it's pretty much impossible. And another roommate monopolizes the sink and vanity area, making it awkward to even reach in and grab my toothbrush. I've started keeping it in my room and brushing my teeth in the kitchen sink (normally something I would disapprove of).

I almost can't wait until my new job starts in earnest. I'll have to get up two hours earlier—5am!—but at least I'll have the bathroom to myself for a few precious minutes.

My One-hundred-and-sixty-seventh Post

I had a professor a few semesters back that I see all over campus now. I still think he looks like Ken Jennings.



Maybe I'm completely crazy.


(By the way, the first one is Brian Cannon, Associate Professor of History at BYU. The second is Ken Jennings, of Jeopardy! fame.)

My One-hundred-and-sixty-sixth Post

I'm always nervous when I see a new email from my boss, or one of my professors. I just automatically find myself on edge trying to anticipate what I could have done wrong to warrant such dire retribution as a potentially nasty email. Most of the time they're just benign reminders or questions, but until I open them, I have no way of knowing. I think I"m going to have to start using the term "Schrödinger's email."

Well, with my new job, I've been sending out a lot of informational emails to an employee mailing list from my boss's email account. I know it's irrational, but when I see those emails later in my inbox—the ones I sent MYSELF—I still have that moment of panic.

Pshh. I'm such a pansy.

My One-hundred-and-sixty-fifth Post

Why is my can of racketballs "sealed for freshness"?