i dare you

okay, i challenge any one of you to tell me that this isn't the cutest, weirdest thing you've seen all day.



it's the baby panda at the san diego zoo. it weighs 20 ounces. awwwww.

hi, baby mo.

so, my brother and his wife just found out they're having a baby. my brother! my brother, who used to trick me into stopping crying (hence keeping himself out of trouble) by demanding, "hey, would superwoman cry? would barbie cry?" my brother, who used to burn with fury when his sports-inept and video-game-inept little sister accidentally learned how to kick his ass at Madden 95 (shotgun formation, quarterback waggle (aikman to novacek), gain of 10, first down). they're letting this guy have a baby? geez.

of course, i'm kidding. my brother's going to be an unbelievably great dad. the only foreseeable problem with my brother's impending fatherhood is that my sister-in-law's due date falls alarmingly close to march madness - and i think you all know how my family feels about march madness.

now, i, true to my evolutionary predisposition, am obsessed with babies. i mean, really. obsessed. i decided to call him/her "baby mo," shortened from "mo cuishle" (million dollar baby) and it's also a clever acronym, i realized after assigning this name, for "matt's offspring." (hey, i'm nothing if not an overthinker.)

so, to baby mo: even though i only found out about you two days ago, and even though i think you probably look like this right now:

you are the coolest person i know. i hope that if you are a girl, my brother names you emma, and if you are a boy, he names you henry but calls you hank. or jack would be good too.

and matt, know this: boy or girl, my first duty as aunt stef will be to teach this child the quarterback waggle.

this is effing cool

a sonic boom cloud:



"Despite its name, the sonic boom cloud doesn't always come with a sonic boom, and it's not a shock wave of the sound barrier being broken. The clouds only occur in unique weather conditions, when aircraft fly fast enough to cool the air around them, causing moisture in the air to condense into clouds. These halos of vapor appear for only a few seconds when aircraft reach speeds just below or just above the speed of sound (741 miles an hour/1,193 kilometers an hour)."

i've got a life to live

Bush on Saturday, to reporters who asked him why he was on a bike ride instead of meeting with cindy sheehan (more here):

"So I'm mindful of what goes on around me. On the other hand, I'm also mindful that I've got a life to live and will do so."

Yes, you arrogant prick, you do have a life to live. but you know who doesn't? these guys.

my fame makes me even more famous

i heart elliot for this.

things i brought you when i found out

p-t, i'm thinking about you. i hope you know that.

i haven't updated in a while i guess. most of the stuff that's happened to me recently hasn't really been bloggable. so, i'm doing fine, actually very well, but i just haven't felt like writing. maybe next week.

the moment you've all been waiting for

here's my commercial.

i submit that i am now officially more famous than dan lieberman. take that! i demand my own facebook group!

new job new job new job

maybe.

the creek drank the cradle you sang to

so, some of you might know that i was in a commercial for my dentist's office a month or so ago. well, i guess the commercial has finally started airing, because yesterday one of the security guards in my office building came up to me and said "hey...what dentist do you go to?" so i told him and he said "girl, i saw you on tv!" i was like, oh god! i'm a celebrity! so he made this big show out of pretending to look for a pen so he could get my autograph and i told him it was always good to meet a fan - all in all it was quite funny. i have a .wmv of the commercial for anybody to see it. it is cheesy to the max but, you know, i'm in it!

in other news: sure guys, the war is going great!

hear me out: i'm not over you yet.

sing it, frou frou.

also, this is everything that is wrong with the death penalty. what if we had already killed that guy?

hmm, the past week has been pretty good, i guess. last friday i went to see thievery corporation and they put on an absolute hell of a show. they played for over 2 hours, and there were like 15 musicians on the stage at any given time. their music ranges from trippy lounge electronica (a gentle dissolve) to hip-hop (warning shots) to sitar-laden indian (satyam shivam sundaram) and it was just outrageous. they had all kinds of trippy graphics on the screen behind them - chris and i and our friends jen and brent were probably the only sober people there. in the words of jen, "i felt like a chaperone at a rave." for the last song of the encore, "light it up," the guy told us to hold up our cell phones because he wanted to see the lights (cell phones are the new lighters, apparently) and then he lit up a joint the size of my forearm and started pulling girls out of the audience onto the stage. it was pretty intense.

i helped chris move into his gorgeous new apartment last night. i am insanely jealous of his new place and i'm currently devising a plan to somehow trick him into switching apartments with me. (don't tell him.) suggestions?

also, everyone should go see the movies me and you and everyone we know and happy endings like, immediately.

finally: knox homecoming is october 14-16 and i'm pretty sure mike degroot and i are going. anybody else?