Shocked! Shocked, I say!

Enjoy the comedy stylings of Married to the Sea with me, won't you?

tinker toys and universality

As I try to compose my thoughts on a previous "adventure," every other city pops its head in.
These other cities peek around, find reflections of themselves and tell me, "Me, too! I know that, too."
Every place is different, except for where it isn't.

Overheard in the elevator

[Doors close.]
Ohmigod, I can't believe I did that.
That was so dumb.
Why are you talking to yourself?
Out loud.
You should stop.
Because you're still doing it.
Even though you know you're doing it.
Okay.
No more.
Wow. I'm nuts.
[BING! Doors open.]

 (Photo: Robert Frank)

I was the one talking to myself, out loud, and commenting on the fact that I was doing it. Out loud. Life gets a little meta sometimes 'round these here parts. Or perhaps the word is just crazy.
I would say I worry about my sanity, but I've been doing this for years and the fact that it hasn't gotten any worse probably means that I have just as many filters in place as I did when I would do this, say, ten years ago. Hopefully, I also have slightly better judgment, too, but I wouldn't put too much money on that.

Useless secret of the day

I can name all the wives of Henry VIII, in order, and tell you their fates.

Three Catherines, two Annes, and a Jane.

Catherine of Aragon, Anne Boleyn, Jane Seymour, Anne of Cleves, Kathryn Howard, Katherine Parr.

Divorced, beheaded, died. Divorced, beheaded, lived.

Tah-dah!

The embarrassing part of this secret: My refresher course on the subject comes from watching The Tudors. Which I think is awesome.

(I mean, horrible, of course, but awesome.)

Useless secret of the day

Bring me a pack of big, honkin' grape gum and you will have my heart.






PS- And if afterward you still want to be around me and my obnoxious gum chewing, I must have yours.

An open letter

Dear Prop 8 supporters,

Suck it.

Love,
Halley

Recent scenery

Sagamore Beach, Cape Cod, July 2010

I love peas! And maps!

(via somuchpun.com)

Useless secret of the day

Given the option, I will always choose black cherry soda.

Pot? This is the kettle calling.

My sister claims I take too many days to celebrate my birthday. In fact, I think it's fair to claim birthday privileges the week before and the week after my birthday. I think it's fair others do so, as well.

For benefits, take the following scenario:

MEAN PERSON: Eat something healthy for lunch!
ME: No! It's my birthday!
MEAN PERSON: Your birthday isn't until Tuesday.
ME: It's my birthday! Now get away from my lunch cake.

Or this likely event:

MEAN PERSON: Pajama pants are not an appropriate wardrobe choice!
ME: It's my birthday!
MEAN PERSON: No, it's not, but you've been in your pajamas since your birthday three days ago!
ME: TTTHHHHBBBT!

Two things you may notice - first, that  Mean Person loooves exclamation points. (As do I!) Second, that while birthday rules are always allowed, they may not always be advised. Third, apparently I turn into a six-year-old around by birthday. Fourth, I never know how many points I'm about to make.

As it happened, my sister managed to stretch her birthday this year TEN days past the actual date - Ten! - to her party yesterday. But because she is old and probably has trouble remembering how to count, I will let it slide. And because she's awesome.

But I never want to hear how I take too long on birthday privileges ever again.

Happy birthday, Lisa!

Have you helped a pup today? aka There's nothing wrong with being a soft-hearted liberal.

Feed shelter animals. For free.

Click it. Click it good:

And while you're at it, help to close this loophole that allows puppy mills to go without inspection or licensing if they sell online.

Sign the petition from the ASPCA here.