My One-hundred-and-eighty-seventh Post

A few random tidbits of info I've been collecting:

• Did you know that in yeast breads, the role of sugar is to promote yeast growth, while salt's role is to control it.
• A better synonym of "condone" is "overlook" rather than "support," as many think.
  
• Botanically speaking, the banana is a herb. Also, try to work the phrase "botanically speaking" into your next conversation. Fun times.
• There are four types of marriages: monogamy, polygyny/polygymy, polyandry, and group marriage. (Monogamy is one wife, one husband. Polygyny is one husband, several wives. Polyandry is one wife, several husbands. Group marriage is self explanatory, I think)

My One-hundred-and-eighty-sixth Post

Just a note. If you visit my actual blog, you will notice I have added a "shared items" thing to the sidebar. I sort through a ton of blog posts everyday and share with you the cream of the crop--pretty much things that make me giggle and occasionally things that make me think. If you are Google-friends with me (awesome!), you are probably already bombarded by my shared posts in your Google Reader (seriously feel free to block me if they annoy you). But if you're not and you want to be, you can view (and subscribe to) my shared items here. Which I thought was pretty neat.


(PS! LOOK WHAT I DID WITH THE GRAPHIC! I AM SO FUNNY!)

My One-hundred-and-eighty-fourth Post

Cereal is the best thing ever.

My One-hundred-and-eighty-fifth Post

I've been wanting to mention my new favorite comic, Daisy Owl. The main characters are Mr. Owl (an owl), his two adopted (human) children Daisy and Cooper, and his (bear) friend Steve. They get into all sorts of hijinks. I'm trying to pick a few favorites to share, but it's difficult because I have too many favorites to chose from!

Let's start with these (click to see original):




Additionally, we have the simple truth of board games, the kidnapping of Mr. Owl, the stuffy monkey saga, worries about raising kids, misconceptions, pie problems, wardrobe malfunctions, The Princess Bride, and depressing educational info. Really you should just start from the beginning and read them all!

And the best part? Alt text!

My One-hundred-and-eighty-third Post

po·seur \pō-ˈzər, ˈpō-zər\: a person who pretends to be what he or she is not : an affected or insincere person




Is it possible I am a big fat poseur? I think everyone is to some degree. But I have been trying to figure out my own style. I think for the most part I can tell if I don't like something, but when it comes to liking v. ambivalence, I have a hard time making the call. I'm afraid that I want things so that other people will see them and think I am SO COOL for liking them. What if someday I'm left alone with all my stuff, and I look around, and realize I hate it all?

My One-hundred-and-eighty-second Post

Who says Valentine's Day shouldn't be the same weekend as President's Day?

Happy Valentine's/President's Day everybody!

My One-hundred-and-eighty-first Post

I'm a boss at work, and so naturally I find myself bossing people around a lot. The simple act of saying 'thank you' is the biggest weapon in my arsenal of pretending to be nice. Try saying it more--it'll make you feel better when you tell people to do things.

My One-hundred-and-eightieth Post

Fact: Amy Adams (of Enchanted) and Isla Fischer (recently of Confessions of a Shopaholic) are the same person.

Also fact: Watch this.

My One-hundred-and-seventy-ninth Post

Hey, so some people (you know who you are) have been complaining about how I don't blog very consistently. But here's the thing. My life is not consistently blog-worthy. It's on more of a sporadically blog-worthy schedule.

Here, let me explain. A recap of the last 15 minutes of my life:

I made some hot chocolate, but it was either too strong or too weak. I was too cold to figure out which, so I decided adding some mint extract would fix it. Turns out it didn't-- I think I put way too much in. So I experimented by adding more water and then more chocolate powder. And then I started adding sugar and vanilla extract and cinnamon. It was gross, so I bit the bullet and dumped it out. I made some more, it was mediocre and yet delicious. Then I indulged in my minor obsession with tiny horses by looking at this picture of a seeing-eye-horse.







See what I'm saying? You should be grateful I only blog when I feel compelled to. Seriously.

My One-hundred-and-seventy-eighth Post

Hey, so a few minutes ago I noticed the 'f' key on my keyboard was not working. There are a lot of words that have F's in them and I would hate to have to stop using all of them. This could have been a total FAIL. Actually, it would have been an AIL, which doesn't make sense at all. But fortunately that pesky F-key started to work again a couple minute later.

I'm still kind of concerned and not just because I'm afraid it will happen again. I was sending out some work emails earlier and telling people about their shifts for next semester. I'm not exactly sure when the F-key stopped working, and now I'm the tiniest bit worried that I wasn't telling people about their shifts at all...