Thursday, September 2, 2010

Everyone Has Felt This Awkward At Least Once... Hyperbole and a Half: The Four Levels of Social Entrapment

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This girl is freakin' genius. I had to share.
This happens at work ALL.THE.TIME. (Sometimes I am the annoying one, and I KNOW I have been the soya bean girl many a time...)

Hyperbole and a Half: The Four Levels of Social Entrapment


And thank goodness since I moved to a larger city, the grocery store thing is not nearly as common. I used to HATE it. I would blush and want to run in the other direction.

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Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Eclipsed by Shower Rod

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No, Shower Rod isn't a dude. Or a vampire.

It is another component of our bathroom renovation, as previously posted about here.

The contractor had to listen to me whine about an imperfection here, or a missing item there, or a totally effed up tile that had a 1/2" gap that the new guy must have cut.

BF has been away when I have had to tell the contractor about things we see that concern us. Lucky bastard... (no, not the contractor, I feel sorry that he has to listen to all my complaining).

But the one thing that I do not understand is the height of our shower curtain rod. I can BARELY reach it to put a towel over it to dry. I am just under 5'-8", which is reasonably tall.

The rod is 7'-3" from the ground!!!

You'll have to click on this bad boy to read it, I think.

BF's mother is very short. There is no way she would be able to reach that!
I have been to at least 8 stores now, and have not found a single shower curtain that is longer than 72" (which is what we have now). Can you tell I am cranky???

I feel like I am camping without the fun of a bonfire or alcohol. It's amazing how disruptive not having towel holders, a toilet paper holder, mirrors and a light in the bathroom can be to someone as Type 'A' anal-retentive as myself.

Horrendous flood in Pakistan? (Don't forget the government will match your donation dollar for dollar)
World famine?
Ongoing wars for land and oil?
Loss of loved ones?
Chronic illness diagnosis?


And here I am blogging about my obsession with a generally quite well done (but still incomplete) bathroom.

I am so ridiculous sometimes I even shock myself. I am severely agitated with my lack of bathroom lighting. I just really want to be able to move my shit back into the cupboards and drawers. And shower with light. Even though I know this is so unbelievably trivial, I can't stop the crazy!


YAYYYYYYYYYY! He just called and will be here tomorrow!!!!!

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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

The Disappearing Urge...?

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The Disappearing Urge. I have to believe that we've all experienced it one time or another.

[DISCLAIMER #1 - THIS POST ONLY GETS CLASSIER THAN THE REST FROM HERE.]


You are out somewhere utterly, totally and completely inconvenient when the urge strikes. It can begin subtly (but often doesn't). A small sensation, and you know what needs to happen (Stops by 00:00:45).

Easy right?

Never!!! 

You are most likely:
  • In the middle of your presentation.
  • You have a full grocery cart of frozen vegetables.
  • You are walking your dog and are at the furthest point from home.
  • You are in a mosh pit.
  • You are on a wilderness hike.
  • You are on a building inspection that is time sensitive, or worse yet, on a swing stage 23 floors up.
  • You are in your car stuck in rush hour traffic.
  • You are at a critical plot revelation during an intense movie in the theatre, in the centre of a long row.
  • You are in a communal jail holding cell with a single shared toilet, and lots of people checking out your body. (This scenario is the most likely, I think).

Now, personally speaking from a year of essential stomach/GI paralysis, where things only ever came out if I was throwing up, you would think this would be a welcome brain/body-physiological message to someone like me. But no, trust me, it's not. I just think "Seriously??... Reeeally?..... Seriously? Right now? But... but...."

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