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TTDNST: Awkward and Loving It

Have I ever mentioned how awesome Wes is?  Because seriously, the man is fantastik.  Not fantastic.  Fantastik.  He’s so cool he gets his own special spelling of a cool word.  That’s pretty cool.

The reason I’m so singing Wes’ praises right now is that he’s doing me a huge favor by helping me out with a big project for work.  We have to do a video to win a small business grant and none of us has the time or skill to shoot and edit a video.  We were going to have one of my boss’ friends help us out yesterday but the scheduling didn’t work out.  I was looking at the prospect of having to shoot the video myself (a very bad idea) and I called Wes to kvetch.  He sprang into action and put his projects on hold to save the day.

Within an hour we had a bunch of raw footage and Wes was home again, editing his face off.  He worked all day (in between conference calls and interviews) and has a rough draft already done.  It’s awesome.  The editing is great, the shots are fun, and he even wrote an original guitar riff to play during the intro.  Seriously, he went the extra mile and then kept right on going.

That’s the real Thing That Does Not Suck this week, but I’m loathe to show the video off yet because it’s not done.  Instead, to sate your appetite for non-suckitude, I present you with a site I just discovered today.  It’s called Awkward Family Photos and showcases the very best awkward family photos ever scraped off the bottom of someone’s hall closet.  It’s an amusing site with which to waste some time, and I doubt they’ll run out of photos to showcase soon.

I’ll leave you with my favorite photo from that site, with the hopes that your Friday and weekend are substantially less awkward than any of the photos on that site.

Doesn't the lady in front look THRILLED to be holding that parrot?

Doesn't the lady in front look THRILLED to be holding that parrot?

Think fertile thoughts for me this weekend as I take another pregnancy test to discern whether my extremely late period (seriously, like a week and a half late) is due to freak of nature-ness or because of a tiny little person.  I will of course keep you all posted (ha ha!  Get it?  Posted?  Because I write blog posts?)  I’m going to leave now before I pun again.

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TTDNST: Kangeroo Cruelty

I was talking to Wes during a break today and I mentioned that I didn’t have any ideas for today’s Thing That Does Not Suck.  He came to the rescue and said he had just the thing, that he would email it to me and that the only catch was that I had to tell him what my reaction was.

My reaction was pure, unadulterated mirth.  I must have watched this at least four times in a row today, every time laughing more than the next.  It probably sucks for this guy, so perhaps he doesn’t think it doesn’t suck, but I certainly do.

This week’s Thing, courtesy of Wes:

I mean, what isn’t funny about a guy getting kicked in the back by a kangeroo?  I have to stop writing now because I keep watching the video and giggling like a fiend.  I know it’s kind of mean, but that doesn’t stop it from being hilarious.

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TTDNST: Random and Strange

I’ve gotten into the disturbing habit of going outside and weeding every day when I get home from work.  The sun is too delicious to waste, and after a day of looking at the computer I have next to no desire to sit in front of it while the sun is out.  My concern has to do with my gardening gloves, and what my tan lines will look like after an entire summer spent outside weeding.  I’ll be Erika “Albino Hands” Mitchell all winter…

Another thing I’ll be?  Is a freak, because apparently I’m the only one in the world who hates buying toilet paper.  I wrote a guest post about it for Alice and the post only got one comment.  My last post for them got 15 comments total (about half of which were from me responding to people) so I’m going to take this one personally.  Whatever, I’m just trying to keep it real around here.  I’m really a freak, so does it not logically follow that my posts would be slightly off from center?  If the world’s not ready for my thoughts on buying toilet paper, I’ll just have to peddle them elsewhere.

In the same vein as my strange blog post for Alice is this week’s Thing That Does Not Suck.  I found it through happy happenstance today and it’s had me giggling all afternoon.  It’s another comic, but this one is cool in exactly the opposite way as the last comic I featured on here.  This comic is strange, and odd, and may not be funny the first time you look at it.  Take a peek:

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See?  You’re probably not laughing.  But look closer.  Look at the guy’s face in particular.  Something about the strangeness of the humor has kept me in stitches all afternoon.  I found it on this site called Married to the Sea, and the blog’s full to the brim with random comics.  I’ve scrolled through the first page and I think they’re hilarious.  If this gives you a whole new thing to waste time looking at while you’re working I couldn’t be happier.  If this isn’t really your cup of tea, maybe next week will be more to your taste.

I’m off to go lick my wounds and scheme up more topics I can blog about that no one else will agree with…

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TTDNST: A Total Mind Trip

Sorry for disappearing on you yesterday, I started working on my novel and before I knew it my husband was home and wanted me to make him dinner or something.  The nerve.  It’s a funny thing, I never had any interest in editing my first novel.  I think it’s because it needs so much help that in order to make it better I just need to rewrite the whole dang thing.  I’m not often in the mood to rewrite entire novels so I never touch it.  From what I’ve heard first novels are supposed to stay locked away in drawers untouched by the light of day anyway so I’m not too worried.

This novel, though, is the apple of my hyper-critical, demanding, and ambitious eye.  I had to laugh at myself last night because I was talking about how easy it would be to turn this story into a movie.  Not only have I gotten published in my mind, I’m making movies too!

Lucky for me (and my gigantically inflated dreamer’s head) today is Thursday.  Thursdays mean the focus is off me and on whatever wonder I’ve found to enthrall you for the week.  Specifically, Thursdays are reserved for Things That Do Not Suck.  If you’ll recall, I started Things That Do Not Suck Thursdays as a kind of counterweight against all the bad news that’s all around nowadays.  A neat side effect is that I’m constantly on the lookout for neat things to share.

I was tempted to take a picture of some random middle-aged dude I saw riding his motorcycle without a shirt so that I could share it, but I decided that a shirtless middle-aged man on a hog doesn’t really qualify.  Not only would that make one heck of a mess if he crashed, he had moobs (man boobs) and the last thing I need to see when I’m zooming down the road are some dude’s moobs swaying gently in the breeze.

What I did find is pretty special, though, so I’m not disappointed that the half-naked motorcyclist didn’t work out.  These photos come courtesy of an email from my step-father, who thought I’d enjoy them.  I did.

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Seriously, this is the coolest thing ever.

I guess there’s this British artist named Julian Beever who does chalk drawings throughout Europe and Australia and he’s simply incredible.

Wouldn't it be cool to see that in person?

Wouldn't it be fun to see that in person?

People with talent like this blow me away.  What he can do with a stretch of pavement and some chalk quite simple makes me sit at the computer catching flies in my open-in-awe mouth.

Really messes with your mind, doesn't it?

Really messes with your mind, doesn't it?

Makes me feel embarrassed by my stunted little drawings that barely even qualify as stick figures.  I have to admire this guy’s work because at no point, even if I went to art school for 100 years, could I ever hope to do something this cool with concrete and chalk.  When your four year old niece looks at a picture you drew of a horse, pats your head, and tells you how proud of you she is because you tried to draw a horse, you know drawing’s not your gig.

If you want a real mind trip, look at those pictures and remind yourself that these are flat surfaces.  Especially with the Batman and Robin one, look at that one and tell yourself that both his feet are flat on the ground and even with the rest of the picture.  This has been making me crazy all week!

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TTDNST: Shoes

For today’s Things That Do Not Suck Thursday, I’m going to give in to my girlier side and wax a bit poetic all at the same time.  I’m not going to assault you with a haiku or anything, but I do want to talk about shoes for a brief moment.  In my opinion, there are very few other things a modern woman can rhapsodize about other than shoes.

You see, I can look at shoes for hours without feeling bad about my life or my finances.  Clothes?  Not so much.  I was tempted into browsing Old Navy’s site the other day and looking at all the reasonably priced clothing made me despair.  Jeans for $10!  Shirts for $7!  The cuuuutest summer dresses for a pittance!  All around me these affordable clothes swirled, enrapturing me with their so-close-and-yet-so-far accessibility.

You see, I buy clothes once per year.  I spend the first six months enjoying my new clothes, loving them, giving them preferential treatment over the other clothes.  As they fade or fray, I start the grim cycle that is my decision to buy new clothes.  I’ll set benchmarks for myself: I’ll buy new clothes if I see a good sale in October.  Sales will drift by and a new benchmark will be set, met, and overrun.

On and on until my clothes are in tatters a year later and I force myself to set aside a tiny amount of money to buy the essentials: a new pair of jeans to replace the one with the holes, three new pairs of shirts to take the place of the ones that are either too frayed or too faded to wear in public anymore, maybe a package of socks so that I’ll own socks that don’t have holes in them.

Then, because I only buy enough clothes to last me for half the week, I end up wearing my new clothes twice a week and they’re all worn to bits come one year later.  Every year I tell myself I’ll buy more clothes for myself next year, and every year I’m proven a liar.  Browsing through clothes is like a thousand tiny reminders that my wardrobe is less than half as adequate as I’d like it to be.

Shoes, though.  Shoes are different.  I can browse through shoes without feeling avarice because looking at shoes feels more like admiring art than shopping.  Shoes, in all their myriad styles, heights, colors, fabrics, and decorations are beautiful to me.  I like them on my feet obviously, but I like them nearly as well just about anywhere.

I ran into these shoes the other day and knew I had to share them, if for no other reason than they match the daffodils from yesterday:

Oh yum.

Oh yum. Yes please, and thank you.

They’re Christian Louboutin.  I love Christian’s shoes but I could pay a mortgage payment with two pairs of these beauties.  He has a way of crafting shoes that do the same thing everyone else has been doing for centuries, just better.  Some girls have a thing for Manolo Blahnik (thanks, Sex and the City), other ladies prefer Franco Sarto or Prada or Nine West.  For me, it’s Christian Louboutin.  His shoes, and these shoes in particular, are this week’s Thing That Does Not Suck because you don’t have to be able to afford them to admire them.

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