Quote of the Day

"Kate, I am rarely ever careful, but I happen to be lucky, so I will never die."

Fair enough, PB. Fair enough.

Smoke Free's the Way to Be

The hard cast is off and I've gotten a good look at both incisions. Analysis: gross. Also, I haven't had a cigarette in almost two weeks, and it sucks ass.

You'd think with all the couch time I'm putting in (I am as of yet not allowed to return to work) I'd be doing a lot of bliggety blagging. Not so, apparently. I have instead: read Cosmo cover to cover (and also two editions of Martha Stewart Living because it was within arms' reach), clicked through the entire back story of Questionable Content, taken approximately 50 percocets (percocet? percoci?), and started half-assedly watching General Hospital again, among other things. This morning I finally watched all the Kirsten Lepore animations that I've watched sound free at work WITH SOUND as intended. Love it. Love her. Certainly my new imaginary BFF.

I'll try from now on to keep any and all appraised of my exciting view from the couch. Be warned: it may only include rants about various daytime television shows and my insights into each episode of E! News' Daily Ten.

C'est Moi

But add a couple more screws.

Four Twenty-Three

The break room smells like pot.

Kindred

Somehow I missed the memo that Basement Clothes and Your Hollow Face is back. Sometime in late December I stopped checking the site because I started to feel a little stalkeresque. Turns out she's been back blagging since January. I've missed so much! It's like thinking an acquaintance moved away only to discover she's been back for a few months and is living around the corner from you, and while you frequent the same coffee shop, you keep missing each other because one time you stopped to tie your shoe and another time you grabbed your Jamaican Me Crazy and headed out the side door as she came in the front.

Anyvay, she's back and I dig it. I think we should be besties, even if she does like these shoes and I think they're uggers.

Another Conversation

My brother often sends me links during the workday with no explanation. This morning I received this and here is the conversation that followed:

Kate: Oh wow. Attack of the clones.

Charlemagne: Pod people.

Kate: Mad pod people.

Charlemagne: They should clone like a million of me.

Kate: They certainly should not.

Charlemagne: Two million.

Kate: Oh my god! They're creating human/cow creatures? Is that like centaurs? This is going to lead to the downfall of society.

Charlemagne: Moooooooo.

Kate: Wasn't there a movie about this? I think it was called "Don't Clone Your Dead Children" and Dakota Fanning went on a killing spree.

Charlemagne: Watch this!

Kate: Yikes.

Charlemagne: The Shocker!

Whatever. I Do What I Want.

Bzzzzzzz.