If I Have to be Awake at 4am

Typos Rick!

Some of you know how much I like the phrase "what the crap?"

Today it came out like this:

"What the carp?!"

Thus, my new favorite phrase was born.

Then I found this:


Seriously. What the mother carp?!

Grammar Nerdom...For Dummies

Or...what happens when it's a ridiculously nice day, you take a 3-mile hit of endorphins, and then start cruising the Internet for blog fodder.

The Garish Light of Morning

First of all, check out those time stamps -- what the hell am I doing up right now?

I have to admit, I'm impressed with the coherence of those late-night posts, randomness notwithstanding.

In my defense, I'll say that I had to get that stuff out of my head to make more room for the quals stuffs.

And now...back to the books!

Downward Spiral

Speaking of which...

I think during my third year teaching summer camp, we performed to Sin by Nine Inch Nails. It definitely kicked ass, but was from Pretty Hate Machine, not Downward Spiral. Anyway, I find this *sooper* laughable because of how squeaky-clean and Disney-esque our staff image was supposed to be.

Also laughable: every year they made a camp song that had some sort of teambuilding/USA-promoting theme to it. In the earlier years, there were two versions of the camp song: an up-tempo dance version and a ballad. Both had "USA" embedded in them somewhere, but the funniest/creepiest was the way they'd sneak it into the ballads. One year there was this eerie woman whispering "U-S-A". Priceless.

I'm pretty sure I will regret this entire post tomorrow, but here's a video someone posted on YouTube from that gives you an idea about the camp songs:



Oh, the good ol' day.

Lemme see if I can remember all the ones from when I went to camp or worked for them:

1988: Be the Best
1989: Get Into It
1990: Make it Happen
1991: Take it to the Top
1992: Dare 2 Dream
1993: Where It's At
1994: Now's the Time
1995: Unforgettable or Unstoppable (both of these were themes, one of them from before my time with them)
1996:
1997:
2001: Go 4 It
2002:

Maybe there was something about "reaching" one year...I don't friggin' know.

Wow...it looks like I stopped remembering camp themes around the same time I stopped enjoying working for them. Not their fault, I just outgrew it.

And on that note... I should call it a night.

Also, the knot in my neck has now fused with the one behind my shoulder blade.

No Reason...No Diggity

This little ditty got me home from my run this afternoon (I'm down to 10:30/mile -- down :40!). I don't have anything else to add for tonight. Just studying and getting songs stuck in my head.



So besides quals...ain't nothin' goin' on but the rent.

And Then There Was One

Okay, so no music this week, but I figure y'all will cut me some slack. I've got a playlist bouncing around in my head, so keep your eyes peeled next Monday.

I'm still a little raw from losing Boots. The tears come sporadically, but with intensity. We had a thunderstorm the other night that I'm sure she was happy to miss. Rocky and I both miss her -- though I think Rocky finds being the only dog a bittersweet experience. He gets all my attention when I'm home, but has to endure my class time on his own. (He is noticeably happier when I come through the door these days.)

Let's see...training. Oy. I started over again yesterday (T-minus six months). I kinda fell off the wagon when school started. It's okay so far. Nothing terribly noteworthy. Just trying to keep it all together.

Not California Dreamin' but...

I miss the desert.

Are you happy midwestern winter?! You finally broke me. I want to run outside!

Dog Days of Summer

Here's one to help us shake the last of the doldrums...

Unsolved Mystery


Why, oh why, are these two dogs smooshed together on this pillow? I have bought each of them beds large enough to hold them individually. In fact, The Boots (right) has a luxurious new crate just for her. Why is she tolerating Rocky's sidling (left)?

What on earth is going on here?

Mystery Solved

Oh. I see. Tiny McGee (aka Dinah) strikes again.

I Can't Believe It's Not Poop

Fine. Have it your way. No poop for anybody.

Nothin' part 2

Where Am I?

Nothin'