Sarah: Domo Arigoto

Every young working girl needs a cleaning robot for her apartment.
On a completely unrelated note, my birthday is in a week and a half.

Just saying.

Sarah: Perhaps this is my tarot cards' fault.

As if it knew that I was busy at work and needed some peace and quiet, my brain's music-player has been singing JoJo's "Leave" all morning.
Except for a brief respite, when my brain changed tracks to Akon. But instead of singing the lyrics as written by the artist, I was instructed to "Shake your body like a Necromancer".

When college english courses and pop music collide, people.

Sarah: Flight of the Conchords

My brother Dave gave me the link to this new show on HBO. Funny stuff.

See? There are plenty more video clips at the site. Check them out. Now if only I had HBO...

Sarah: Afraid

I have a deep and abiding fear of peeping toms.

It's inexplicable, really. I'm less afraid of them breaking into my house, stealing my belongings, and terrorizing me.
I'm not afraid of bodily harm or the loss of property. I'm simply afraid that they'll stand still and watch me.

Just needed to get that out.

Lisa: you can have what's left of me

A little bird named Sarah told me that SOME people have been complaining that I never blog anymore. That is because I have forced my usually razor sharp brain to become banal and empty.

There are important things I could be thinking (and blogging) about, but I choose not to. Delivering a baby? Avoid. Breast-feeding, or worse, breast PUMPING? Avoid. Finding a way to reduce my work hours? Figuring out a childcare plan? Changing my entire life to become a parent? Avoid, avoid, avoid. Why? Because these things are simultaneously the most stressful (to me) and most boring (to you) subjects in the universe.

Here are a few things that are left among the cobwebs. Worth blogging about? Maybe I'll let you decide.

Sarah: Break from Work

Birthday week! It's birthday week! Doot-doot-doot, birthday weeeeeeeeeek!

You can't see me, but I'm doing a little dance. With jazz hands.

Sarah: Trying to be Obtuse

Jeremy: People are playing tennis outside my window. I wish they were dead.
Me: YOUR OFFICE IS ON A TENNIS COURT! THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE.
J: There's a court across the street, Sarah. Does that help explain things?
S: I can't believe that you work at a tennis court.
J: I DON'T. I work across the street from a development with a tennis court. I work inside a business building with three floors.
S: OHMYGOSH Mally just told me that you work at a cemetery. A CEMETERY WITH TENNIS COURTS! THAT'S CRIZZAZY!
J: I work on the top floor by a window that affords a stunning view of the mountainside and a little development with a tennis court. The cemetery is on the hillside, not by the development.
S: You have the craziest job I've ever heard of.
J: Here's my view.
S: Aww. I feel like I'm there!
J: Hahaha
S: Right there at the tennicemetery.
J: I call it DeadLuv.

Sarah: Lunch Date

He's just such a good listener.

Thanks Marci!

Sarah: From the Conference Room

Putting together an event for work takes a fair amount of effort.
Putting together that event in heels just makes things a little more interesting.

Sarah: Done!

I wouldn't say it went off without a hitch, but I would say that we survived. My bosses are happy (though they haven't gotten the bill yet) and I'm still employed. Success!

Now I promise to be more entertaining and to stop quizzing you about which hors d'oeuvres you would prefer if you were a software professional.

Lisa: I just don't know how to feel

I just got poked in the stomach repeatedly by a 13-year-old boy.

Him: (POKE.) Are you pregnant?
Me: Ha! Yes.
Him: (POKE. POKE.) Can you help me on the computer?

Sarah: Thinking about...

Stores I'd like to own:
Yummy paper and other stuff.
Again, looks fun.
Cute, small, full of books.
I covet everything in this store.
Stuff I like to buy:
Silly and cute.

Lisa: practical knowledge

I was in Provo last week for another children's literature symposium, and here's what I wrote in my notes:

Venison is the least nutritious meat you can eat. It is 11% protein at best, and always wormy. Beaver is the most nutritious meat you can catch in the wild--it's very high in protein, and tastes a lot like beef.

I would trust Gary Paulsen on that.

Sarah: Survival

43%

See for yourself here.

Lisa: Jack Bauer would get this all straightened out.

When Gabrielle's good friend Anne flew to Oregon to visit her parents last month, her husband (a German citizen and a Muslim) was detained by U.S. Customs and then sent back to Germany with no explanation. Anne and her family have no rights here, and the situation may never be resolved. Please spread the word if you can.

Here's the article from the local paper in Eugene.

Sarah: Listen to Feist

When I told my brother how much Feist was rocking my world, he said it best when he responded "I know. She owns me."

I love her.

Sarah: Goodbye, savings.

It's 2:30 am and instead of sleeping, I am researching new Urban Outfitters locations.

And, um. I'm excited.

Lisa: you'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll ride your cruiser to the grocery store

Find out the Walk Score of your neighborhood (via not martha). Our neighborhood got a 65, which I figure is pretty good for the suburbs. This is a fun tool, but I think that (like the Hotspotr wifi map) its accuracy and ultimate usefulness depends a lot on individual businesses updating their listings.

I didn't know I needed to read a presidential debate in YouTube comments, but I did. You do too. Thank you to the always hilarious Matt from Defective Yeti, who inspired me to start this blog in the first place.

And thanks to Mallory, who emailed me this awesomely horrible fan art and poetry. Yes, the evil Hot Topic-managing hag Carissa's nemesis is now a published writer.

And this is here mostly so that I don't lose the links before I get around to these projects, but maybe they'll be of interest to you, too: How to Digitize Cassette Tapes, and a few software possibilities for making photomosaics, all on Lifehacker.

Lisa: hooked on phonics

Back in June I mentioned that I bought some letter hooks for the baby's room. I got them hung on the wall over the crib soon after that post, but it's taken me a month and a half to download the pictures from my camera. AT LONG LAST, here are the hooks in their natural habitat:

Here's a closeup of the hooks. I want to get some prettier hangers, but these work for now.

And this is why everyone keeps asking me if I'm having twins: