Robot Factory

The view from my desk at work. I pretend that I work in a robot factory to pass the time.

Balloons! LOLcats!

see more Lolcats and funny pictures

They can only mean one thing.......The Future is Coming is Officially back in business*!!!!

How I've missed you!

Updates:

My parents bought me a used ibook for my birthday. It can get on the internet and will definitely tide me over until I have enough saved for a new laptop. It is amazing. Mom told me while I was at work and I got so overwhelmed that I had to go have a cry in the bathroom.

It's been a pretty rocky fall, folks. Do you remember when I used to accidentally tear-up on the metro and at CVS? It was like that except I expanded my venues to: at work on the phone with a customer, in my car on the way home, at the laundromat, at the gym on the elliptical runner, at the gym in the stretching corner, at the gym by the paper towel dispenser. I've read embarrassing unhealthy amounts of books in the last 2 months, so many that I don't post them on goodreads**. I applied for another job at my same company and, after a long time, was offered that position only to have the position close the next day with no clear plans to reopen it for hiring. Around this same time Pigeon started peeing on my bed so regularly that I took to covering it with a vinyl shower curtain - which she was happy to keep peeing on and even upped her water intake*** so that she could pee on the bed while I was sleeping. There's nothing like rolling over and grabbing a handful of cold, wet, musky piss-blanket to make you feel like a failure.

But then I took Pigeon to the vet and got her butt fixed, I realized that the other job would be pretty much the same as the one I have now and I finally cut back on reading thanks to my wonderful new used ibook. I also found a good therapist and psychiatrist, both of whom I can afford because I have an office job with health insurance. And then I went on a vacation to California where I spent 8 days with many of my favorite people. I got back last Sunday. And here I am. On the internet. Once again.



*brought to you by my first and foremost patrons, my parents.
**I know!! Seriously, I was reading 10-15 a week.
***I suspect. There was so much pee... unnatural amounts of pee.

internet sabbatical, it's magical

Hello my Darlings!

As you may have heard, my ibook has died. I am currently saving up for a new computer and enjoying surviving this circumstance-imposed sabbatical from the internet/dvds/podcasts.

I want to you to know that I miss blogging, everyday. As soon as my computer crashed I was overcome with the desire to blog...funny how that works.You have my word that The Future is Coming! will return, bigger and better than ever before, most likely with a grand-reopening ceremony with balloons and lol cats!

Love,
Sara

fish container

It's August. Time for a list!

(1) The August initiative! I've decided that Action is the opposite of Depression. And starts with A! Which stands for August!

(2) Today I ate 3 fortune cookies! My fortunes were, in order:

If you can shape it in your mind, you will find it in your life.



Desire, like the atom, is explosive with creative force.


The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.


Second mouse? Wtf, like second fiddle? Second on the cheese scene? Wouldn't the first mouse also get the cheese*? I mean obviously there's enough cheese for atleast two mice, because the first mouse hasn't eaten all of it yet. In all my years of reading I've never come across a second mouse. Not buying it, fortune cookie, not buying it.

(3) Last week, during our family webcam time, Davin asked me if I had a fish container. I told him, truthfully, that I do have a fish container and that I keep light bulbs in it. And then we just about died giggling.


*according to google and my cousin hope, everybody knows that the first mouse is dead in the trap. I would prefer to revert back to my vision of a first mouse who shares or is possibly a little nearsighted.

Balloon Zen

like a pterodactyl with a secret sorrow

favorite things reportage, june 2009:

(1) P. G. Wodehouse...Jeeves and Wooster: Library fines for past-due audiobook Right Ho Jeeves: $1.75. Gas used during end-of-chapter parking lot idling: $3.92 Discovering another link in the British Comedy literary cannon: Priceless.*

(2) The Music Man: Not sure how I made it this far without seeing it. And now it's taken over my brain. My every lull in concentration is now filled with "Ya got trouble! Trouble! Right here in River City! Trouble with a capital T and that rhymes with P and that stands for Pool! Stands for Pool!"

(3) PS22 5th grade choir sings Just Dance. I wish movies were more like this video.

(4) The Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain plays Wuthering Heights. So if this guy has a son, I want to marry him. He's got like, the power of the muppets.** He takes a terrifying Kate Bush song and make it singable and adorably goofy!

(5) Davin throws me hugs over the webcam and when I throw him a hug he pretends to gobble it up like cookie monster.


*the title of this blog post comes from Bertie Wooster's description of his uncle Tom.
**our children would also then have the power of the muppets***
***disease resistent, plucky, and prone to putting on shows

and now I can sew badly in the comfort of my own home

My new baby: The Singer Esteem II*




So it only took me one weekend (one instructional dvd, 3 youtube videos, the machine manual, sewing for dummies, a phone call to my Mom and finally lugging the machine to my Grandma's) for me to figure out how to raise the bobbin thread.....no worries!





*the Nimbus 2000 of sewing machines, I like to think