Monthly Archives: July 2010

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

My cascade of reactions when I learned that she whose name I dare not speak recently compared herself to Shakespeare:

  1. Laughed: “AhahahahAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAhahaaaaa…”
  2. Thought of that quote about learning the rules before you break them.
  3. Wondered if Schmalin has ever read anything by Shakespeare.
  4. Tried not to entertain notions of what “wee wee’d up” might mean.
  5. Sobbed, hiccuped, threw up a little in my mouth.

Things Matt Berninger likes to sing about

1. Lemons
2. Water fowl
3. Paranoid sociopaths

google image of the day, non-google edition

This is what I wish came up when you searched for “product placement”:

It's always Fresca time.

Hot, hot heat

After last week’s lovely 82-and-sunniness, I thought that my fair city was trying to convince me to stay.

Foolish me.

Ibubrofen and Ice

I just got back from my first 12 mile run since I ran my marathon seven years ago.

It feels really good. Except that it doesn’t.