Funny stuff

I woke up thinking today was Friday. Got into work, still thought it was Friday. Looked at my daytimer, was shocked and dismayed that it's actually only Thursday. I'm recovering now though. Thursday ain't so bad. (Not as good as Friday, mind you. But still not, so bad).

Anyway - so for this lovely Thursday morning, I thought another installment of funny Simpsons quotes were in order. (These never, ever get old). Enjoy!


Call this an unfair generalization if you must, but old people are no good at everything. ~Moe

Homer: Aw, twenty dollars! I wanted a peanut!
Homer's Brain: Twenty dollars can buy many peanuts!
Homer: Explain how!
Homer's Brain: Money can be exchanged for goods and services!
Homer: Woo-hoo!

Uh, no, they're saying “Boo-urns, Boo-urns". ~Smithers

I'll keep it short and sweet - Family. Religion. Friendship. These are the three demons you must slay if you wish to succeed in business. ~Mr. Burns

…And the fluffy kitten played with that ball of string all through the night. On a lighter note, a Kwik-E-Mart clerk was brutally murdered last night. ~Kent Brockman

“Thank the Lord”? That sounded like a prayer. A prayer in a public school. God has no place within these walls, just like facts don't have a place within an organized religion. ~Superintendent Chalmers

Fun with photoshop

I'd like to take a moment and show you what people at ad agencies do when they're not busy.

But first, I must introduce you to the creative team at my current place of employment. (Clockwise from the top: Tall writer, happy art director, gangster art director, gang-sign-flashing writer.)
(We were at an "offsite" which is code for: drink lots of booze and act crazy).

Next, let me introduce you to German pop sensation, Tokio Hotel:

And finally, how we spend our down time at work...

(Click on the pic for a lovely close-up!!)

To the Admirals

I have this group of friends. Whenever I refer to them I call them "the hockey guys and their wives". It sounds very
"Mystery, Alaska" or "Slap Shot" when it's put that simply. You can almost picture a bunch of unshaved, brute men and their puck bunny wives following them around.

It's really not like that. (Even if the boys would like to think so).

On the surface, they are the typical "hockey boys". They make crude jokes. They play hockey and then immediately drink copious amounts of beer afterwards. They like having the girls around, but you can tell they prefer those "just the boys" moments. They still do keg stands at parties - even though many of them are in their 30s.

But then you really get to know them. And you discover that they're just really cool guys. They're loyal friends (many have known each other since they were in high school). They come together and show support when something big is happening in one of their lives. Many of them are brothers. Supportive, caring brothers who are protective and proud of each other.

And on top of that, they're really fun. They like having a good time and don't take themselves too seriously. And even as the group changes and you see less of them - especially the guys that are new fathers - there will always be hockey that brings them together.

So, every once in a while (I don't like to overstay my welcome in "boy time"), I go watch them play. Not because I absolutely love to watch hockey - but because I just like being around them. I like listening to their jokes and catching up with what's going on with them.

To me, those Admirals are pretty amazing. (Unshaven or not).

Age

My 30th birthday is 5 months away.

I really don't have any strong feelings one way or another about turning 30. But I am pretty damn excited for some kind of a blowout. (Which can be quite problematic, actually.) I tend to build things up (like birthdays) and get all excited only to find out that not many people care as much as I do about me turning another year older. Naturally so.

Anyway - so if it doesn't turn out to be a big blowout, I hopefully won't be let down. I'll probably be too sauced up to remember. Haha. (Kidding, Mom).

Actually, if I were rich, my dream 30th would be to take a bunch of people with me on a trip to Ireland. All my friends. Me. A pub in Ireland. It would be incredible. The culture there pretty much ensures you're going to have a fantastic time. We could be singing Danny Boy at the top of our lungs, drinking REAL Irish beer, talking to the locals. Bliss.

It's fun to daydream.

Shame

Things I'm slightly embarrassed to admit, but will admit anyway:

• I picked up yet another "fluff" book yesterday. Couldn't help it. It called to me from the shelf at the bookstore, with it's brightly coloured jacket, characteristic of all good chick-lit.
• I'm kinda bummed about missing the "new 90210" premiere.
• After admitting to a close co-worker that I don't want to be seen as too much of a "party-er" at work, he started calling me "OD", for "Office Drunk".
• I've already started planning Christmas holiday stuff with the families. It's September 3rd.

Back to school

In honour of the back to school buzz going around right now, I offer my dear readers this little quote for the day:

"Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils" ~ Louis Hector Berlioz

A bun in the teenage oven

While listening to the news this morning, I heard that republican presidential candidate John McCain's running mate, Sarah Palin, has a 17 year old daughter. That's not really newsworthy. But then I heard that she's 5 months pregnant. Now that's news.

The family has assured the general public that's she's keeping the baby (papa, don't preach!) and that she'll marry the father of the child. Poor, poor 17 year old.

Now, I may be wrong in assuming that she probably doesn't want a kid and a wedding at 17 years old. But if she's anything like I was at 17 (or any 17 year old girl I know), she so doesn't want to become a grown-up so quick.

The first thing I thought was "there are 2 lives that will definitely never be the same". No prom, no dating, no living the student life at university, no being a DINK (which I so love).

I guess that's the price you pay when you're a republican's daughter. Well, if you're a republican's daughter who hasn't quite figured out birth control yet.