tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13384437905406679252024-02-20T00:36:32.159-08:00TheColleagueDoesntHaveAWebsiteThe Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-48232465587127033832009-02-24T21:50:00.000-08:002009-02-24T21:54:09.579-08:00Security!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRbCQCsMANfjroqxRwZRpc_-IXMYu11d2E_wj1zTZV4UQnMIQNJvAD8J1EAZh7BSbAhNvHTsqd09Q59lfnBLRi19jgIzQJR0h_lVYf5WsHxK0t68cOT7DldE3iJV2KvkYl2W0QtM_nIa60/s1600-h/DSCN1799.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRbCQCsMANfjroqxRwZRpc_-IXMYu11d2E_wj1zTZV4UQnMIQNJvAD8J1EAZh7BSbAhNvHTsqd09Q59lfnBLRi19jgIzQJR0h_lVYf5WsHxK0t68cOT7DldE3iJV2KvkYl2W0QtM_nIa60/s320/DSCN1799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306608449449536802" border="0" /></a><br /><br />One can't help but feel safe when these two are securing the perimeter.<br /><br />Errrr.The Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-46218930775162798972009-01-12T07:48:00.000-08:002009-01-12T07:52:51.745-08:00Fox News Sunday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCdmt4rZ3NUzjx7D6Fmqs4HsvDjnbUa0YRrr5mumvlDpY9bRUi1VUhKbWXfSnWRV8KUMH4N83KSJdb16g9FyQP7kpqiJeN7_xDTngVdWma7tmkE-DHB_6qxPNT4cb9FsOT8IqkR3oov9dw/s1600-h/gwb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCdmt4rZ3NUzjx7D6Fmqs4HsvDjnbUa0YRrr5mumvlDpY9bRUi1VUhKbWXfSnWRV8KUMH4N83KSJdb16g9FyQP7kpqiJeN7_xDTngVdWma7tmkE-DHB_6qxPNT4cb9FsOT8IqkR3oov9dw/s320/gwb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290435552287093154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />GWB's on his way out, praise Jah. And he's making just about as much sense upon his exit as he did during the debacle of his presidency. Good lord. "I firmly reject the word 'torture.' Really, George? Shocking.The Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-56302060474375719582009-01-09T16:41:00.000-08:002009-01-09T16:44:47.926-08:00I just remembered...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwmi8ssizq4geRi9tBuJnoOYGNZhu1fjzfjrOrFKLNp8AQOp0GN9paPSQ2sRIn66ZTDkIiK6-LtC52z-qn3cKNpKMESBPnv5HpmEDFE9DSCfDV8zvzQxTKyvHHbEuC0Uio6_-i5Wc4IKHS/s1600-h/Donnie-Darko.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwmi8ssizq4geRi9tBuJnoOYGNZhu1fjzfjrOrFKLNp8AQOp0GN9paPSQ2sRIn66ZTDkIiK6-LtC52z-qn3cKNpKMESBPnv5HpmEDFE9DSCfDV8zvzQxTKyvHHbEuC0Uio6_-i5Wc4IKHS/s320/Donnie-Darko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289459419452185330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vj6IN2A2tVE&NR=1<br /><br />I heart Donnie Darko. And Poetry Day.The Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-10578469706097767012009-01-05T21:19:00.000-08:002009-01-05T21:21:10.799-08:00Yes! and Why?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2RO8o4_UOLI3KJ8_7zI5l1CduOA8t_A70I4Onrr-V4-LULQh5NDpcSxewQgfO6obFE62bJMEt2U9ZVQx5EH2XeDN0I7wk-lpXcbbqaR1jqbvdVUorbb-P2ZeAhmx07uYvMjgjL_XQzKq2/s1600-h/saltys-009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2RO8o4_UOLI3KJ8_7zI5l1CduOA8t_A70I4Onrr-V4-LULQh5NDpcSxewQgfO6obFE62bJMEt2U9ZVQx5EH2XeDN0I7wk-lpXcbbqaR1jqbvdVUorbb-P2ZeAhmx07uYvMjgjL_XQzKq2/s320/saltys-009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288046159847194274" border="0" /></a><br />So, the practically free dinner tonight at Salty's in Alki was great, and the view was gorgeous... Yes!<br /><br />but<br /><br />WHY is it that the only good Google images of the view can be found on wedding web sites??<br /><br />Did I accidentally get married while taking in the Seattle skyline? Yikes.The Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-13542128808440546362008-12-25T11:43:00.000-08:002008-12-25T11:44:24.776-08:00Awwwww Yeah!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcKAm22uZIhsafeBOecWy11p_2ZNHkPcozeRX0BTszm8fM0Pe5bLbb2nCAm8uSA3RwYeDIrKSRNGEfhTCTzd7qI_EM-HH54Zm9TIm_bNDm7Mo8KvmjSe4VkM1n7kXjPV9VGG97uAc3M6_2/s1600-h/my+president.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcKAm22uZIhsafeBOecWy11p_2ZNHkPcozeRX0BTszm8fM0Pe5bLbb2nCAm8uSA3RwYeDIrKSRNGEfhTCTzd7qI_EM-HH54Zm9TIm_bNDm7Mo8KvmjSe4VkM1n7kXjPV9VGG97uAc3M6_2/s320/my+president.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283815868876508898" border="0" /></a><br />That's my president.The Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-74889296068696096762008-12-22T18:11:00.000-08:002008-12-22T18:13:24.464-08:00Never Thought I'd Say It<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0oiOnfkdgZieiXo4iK70H5oVMZ_diZG6f_2n6by5NeJAFrjUlH6RbC_K2ZcePOvMaDAao9mqR7YkX0b-PZaSMfJ8_blzICAzjl4wnfeCpqQfWZgWKeNfXHJMaHeheYnFe9tyikDg1_r5U/s1600-h/American+Mustache+Icon_1.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0oiOnfkdgZieiXo4iK70H5oVMZ_diZG6f_2n6by5NeJAFrjUlH6RbC_K2ZcePOvMaDAao9mqR7YkX0b-PZaSMfJ8_blzICAzjl4wnfeCpqQfWZgWKeNfXHJMaHeheYnFe9tyikDg1_r5U/s320/American+Mustache+Icon_1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282802471962390002" border="0" /></a><br />But Mustache has an integrity to him that I didn't expect.<br /><br />Also, he doesn't technically have a mustache anymore. But that doesn't mean he gets to change his name.<br /><br />Finally: Mustache doesn't want me to "get him started" on the topic of Amazon Girlfriend from Lynnwood? VERY interesting....The Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-56292605607917564832008-12-22T10:00:00.000-08:002008-12-22T10:05:05.815-08:00Bird Ban<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_a-j5EIb54gF2pfv630YAbllUsnowNk-FjXcC87dMngUNMrArukK3M3VfTG0VPyHV8MC196FryVs1b3olHaVEWJ1DkAW4h5TC9qlCpD3_Nm-d_7fq5_3tsHE331qzu-EQzzXcurLSUsSn/s1600-h/WoodpeckerSprayLarge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_a-j5EIb54gF2pfv630YAbllUsnowNk-FjXcC87dMngUNMrArukK3M3VfTG0VPyHV8MC196FryVs1b3olHaVEWJ1DkAW4h5TC9qlCpD3_Nm-d_7fq5_3tsHE331qzu-EQzzXcurLSUsSn/s320/WoodpeckerSprayLarge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282675913441546098" border="0" /></a><br />How is it that the feathered pest pounding away at our eaves is both the laziest AND the most persistent woodpecker on the face of the earth?? No rapid-fire jack-hammering from this guy. Just a slow knocking away at the wood outside Em and Q's bedroom. The guy wasn't at the top of his pecking class... but he never missed a day, I'm sure. He's a big, dumb, plodding oaf of a pecker, and he's going to drive me out of my mind. Could this anti-pecker spray really be the answer to my prayers?The Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-65509223470143238102008-12-21T16:50:00.000-08:002008-12-21T16:53:18.750-08:00Anti-Cabin-Fever<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxrggQXBQWOp5hu2NBYPQ7gwheMS4oiBo0fx68iB_YVqMaVhlh-NRVPzP_001v0jRYb-diak5RSfZXK6kEyZBn_0-rrCNuhFsLjPyLMthXSE6paJjnvNmvjzhEHuGKIGx98uslfRwdjmh7/s1600-h/h.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxrggQXBQWOp5hu2NBYPQ7gwheMS4oiBo0fx68iB_YVqMaVhlh-NRVPzP_001v0jRYb-diak5RSfZXK6kEyZBn_0-rrCNuhFsLjPyLMthXSE6paJjnvNmvjzhEHuGKIGx98uslfRwdjmh7/s320/h.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282410674609683202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Which is better on a snowy day?<br /><br />Watching episodes of the Real Housewives of Orange County<br /><br />OR<br /><br />Going on a photo scavenger hunt?The Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-10735080194396525162008-12-20T17:06:00.000-08:002008-12-20T17:20:37.028-08:00The Best Thing about Impending Blizzard Conditions is...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeNKCQU3pKQ9zWyaxK0RflECZLuUKGpeWEHBzsT1MQSqZPxw95PSM7RYrhUsjOSvVNc0B39ykeo5sT2wt2QfR3VkXNSnXiKsXE9KVTNMfoM4xDiY79KAFUbpC5k4MtER9dhvJEeAnTBCKU/s1600-h/DSCN1466.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeNKCQU3pKQ9zWyaxK0RflECZLuUKGpeWEHBzsT1MQSqZPxw95PSM7RYrhUsjOSvVNc0B39ykeo5sT2wt2QfR3VkXNSnXiKsXE9KVTNMfoM4xDiY79KAFUbpC5k4MtER9dhvJEeAnTBCKU/s320/DSCN1466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282045839729184130" border="0" /></a><br />SAFEWAY!<br /><br />To find out why, please select from the following options:<br /><br />A. It's just close enough to give shut-ins an excuse to walk there and get some cardio-conditioning in before gorging themselves on artichoke dip and bean pate.<br /><br />2. Its overwhelmed checkout lines give everyone an exercise in charity and patience, two qualities cherished at this time of year.<br /><br />C. Its parking lot provides hours of entertainment as Washington drivers pretend they own Zamboni machines.<br /><br />4. Amazon Girlfriend from Lynnwood shops there, too!<br /><br />E. All of the above.<br /><br />(PS: The answer is E)The Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-84893364257696946032008-12-18T19:23:00.000-08:002008-12-18T19:25:48.546-08:00It's a Tie!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRy7dR162jLd96Uy3o_czBPiQo95fUXMP-vdhJWqodMiPE_aTebHxlyT-nS_smHhRcwYTpmlmN4srQlWjkxJZ2znM_HiDLpbwOkaR85VH3p8cl7j8vgIHUrAd0taQs-koQoDy1HcQ12Xhs/s1600-h/DSCN1458.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRy7dR162jLd96Uy3o_czBPiQo95fUXMP-vdhJWqodMiPE_aTebHxlyT-nS_smHhRcwYTpmlmN4srQlWjkxJZ2znM_HiDLpbwOkaR85VH3p8cl7j8vgIHUrAd0taQs-koQoDy1HcQ12Xhs/s320/DSCN1458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281336929562422498" border="0" /></a><br />Things I love in this photo:<br />1. Quinn<br />2. Snow<br /><br />Things I don't love in this photo:<br />1. Monster Truck<br />2. Angus the Big Dumb DogThe Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-89558102955048841992008-12-15T09:50:00.001-08:002008-12-15T09:50:57.107-08:00From the Mouths of Teens<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9S-acv5cyRixjwnlAr9peDbHFw7QEqZ4sbzpiUNaD4nAUD4dVnNT1XoLcAPzyvfH6IVThPeRXVeCeTyjB7XS0dWqSaYPFGFOhu-3xcVYt2NOObT_bo9Jj7gNAO2-71evRwo9GZAHwvjfL/s1600-h/eddie.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 121px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9S-acv5cyRixjwnlAr9peDbHFw7QEqZ4sbzpiUNaD4nAUD4dVnNT1XoLcAPzyvfH6IVThPeRXVeCeTyjB7XS0dWqSaYPFGFOhu-3xcVYt2NOObT_bo9Jj7gNAO2-71evRwo9GZAHwvjfL/s320/eddie.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280075674350609330" border="0" /></a><br />Her: You don't always NEED a singer.<br /><br />Him: Why didn't I think of that?!The Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-43278567119702040502008-12-12T13:37:00.001-08:002008-12-12T13:38:35.510-08:00Work that doesn't Suck<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBYAkhrxV9hYD2JA3QYtePNwsOVQL63bh495z0BSHYvwm6i9_jcenlhVrLUzHDPtwRCWZZS-6ved4LwWbH9kBB3Okxm4VatcXAHaQfASQTGzYVG1tADZLMur_UaY_0ixZTwPV_4Jp5gqFy/s1600-h/cura4_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBYAkhrxV9hYD2JA3QYtePNwsOVQL63bh495z0BSHYvwm6i9_jcenlhVrLUzHDPtwRCWZZS-6ved4LwWbH9kBB3Okxm4VatcXAHaQfASQTGzYVG1tADZLMur_UaY_0ixZTwPV_4Jp5gqFy/s320/cura4_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279020985879813794" border="0" /></a><br />Suddenly, grading papers seems silly. I'd much rather be working on ways to sponsor the kids who live in the Cura Orphanage... and to take them some good news in June.The Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-82775763603610242352008-11-30T17:01:00.000-08:002008-11-30T17:18:22.382-08:00And that's just what they'll do<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDrCu25AvkFPni7HnONX0JxufTnH64QHmzQIiWas5Fk9LOxeEyV18k3Zn8QlV6_ke_b-IE4rBf2zs33Yk1Hcdeukvi6ZfExnXulPk9f_Lb2Sb0Lhq5j59jDu2EppqkovG9MQu77Hb9bzTv/s1600-h/DSCN1244.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDrCu25AvkFPni7HnONX0JxufTnH64QHmzQIiWas5Fk9LOxeEyV18k3Zn8QlV6_ke_b-IE4rBf2zs33Yk1Hcdeukvi6ZfExnXulPk9f_Lb2Sb0Lhq5j59jDu2EppqkovG9MQu77Hb9bzTv/s320/DSCN1244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274621757544408338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Sure, I had 25 quizzes in my bag and could have settled in for 3 hours of grading this morning, while GVB ran the Seattle Marathon. But since I had my walkin' boots on, that's what I did instead. Seattle's lovely on foggy Sunday mornings. Also, here are some things I thought about on my walk:<br /><br />1. There really is no excuse for me not to at least walk any available half-marathon while GVB is 'thon-ing. Folks twice my size and/or twice my age were doing it... Why am I so, so lazy??<br /><br />2. The cops who get assigned route-duty just know they're being punished for something they did wrong in a past life. And they aren't afraid to let you know it, too.<br /><br />3. More cowbell!<br /><br />4. Acupuncture tables at the end of the marathon? Really, Bastyr University? Really?<br /><br />5. California Rolls make a perfectly good breakfast, if one finds oneself in Queen Anne with an hour to kill.<br /><br />6. Markets that require a code in order to use the restroom facilities should just post a guard at the door, specifically trained to sniff out the homeless and bar them from entering. We get it. No riff-raff. Aren't my boots code enough??<br /><br />7. One and a half hours of a continuous Black Eyed Peas song loop is plenty. Turn up your stereo! Turn up your stereo! Turn up your stereo! Enough, already.<br /><br />8. People like them some Starbucks.The Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-26813234706467113072008-11-23T20:15:00.000-08:002008-11-23T20:21:31.464-08:00Twilight<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV_27YCm_kzu4Df3aonQlDNaiqOJ4wecmrTRIkxUwGV99tV7KlSnPYJIbnlh8Zd6mtbC_N_y7UzzSSMLZN4xyjk1K8EDqNTzXzPPLZgk2142g9k8-Bmb5a6ufKDND2Ecx7Dtnzx3d55WPf/s1600-h/twilight-backlot-21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV_27YCm_kzu4Df3aonQlDNaiqOJ4wecmrTRIkxUwGV99tV7KlSnPYJIbnlh8Zd6mtbC_N_y7UzzSSMLZN4xyjk1K8EDqNTzXzPPLZgk2142g9k8-Bmb5a6ufKDND2Ecx7Dtnzx3d55WPf/s320/twilight-backlot-21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272073149132204114" border="0" /></a><br />1. Yes, I've seen the movie. Under the auspices of "screening" it for my teenage daughter, I joined several of my 40-something girlfriends and braved the hormone-filled crowd at the Loews cinema last night...<br /><br />2. I expect that this movie will reach cult status by 2010, with midnight showings every Saturday night, replete with Rocky-Horror-esque audience participation. Campy. Hilarious. Terrible.<br /><br />3. Yes, I've read the book. The first one, that is. I'll get to the second one soon... hopefully before the next film in the onslaught hits the big screen.<br /><br />4. It takes all of my post-feminist resolve not to hurl the book at the nearest teenager when I read about a 17 year old girl who is celebrated for turning her identity over to some guy she barely knows.<br /><br />Especially since he's not even that hot.The Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-9563867799426175692008-11-20T14:01:00.001-08:002008-11-20T14:03:34.911-08:00Have I Mentioned<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhncP8Kws6RaRQKA0qQonT4uAv4KhO0pFrfciuGksK9M4b4mNvhhc3yNzKEjX6gwNeal9SzmPCU543Q0Ay3IUCsu_yozgUo8OTl6R36xCdNObcpM1G3PUE47I0rE-Nwki691HVKV3FkZnRl/s1600-h/Red+Boots.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhncP8Kws6RaRQKA0qQonT4uAv4KhO0pFrfciuGksK9M4b4mNvhhc3yNzKEjX6gwNeal9SzmPCU543Q0Ay3IUCsu_yozgUo8OTl6R36xCdNObcpM1G3PUE47I0rE-Nwki691HVKV3FkZnRl/s320/Red+Boots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270863318241524418" border="0" /></a><br />How much I adore my new red boots?<br /><br />Now, Molecule Woman here looks better in hers than I do in mine, but it's enough for me to know that I've joined a proud line of red-boot-wearing dominatrices out there.The Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-70804803322385390362008-11-10T19:59:00.000-08:002008-11-10T20:00:28.184-08:00Painful<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCnhhtKAShRv6xJhbJ4njnjI1ev-pWFUMMiVSMcM3tnj5i5iMwMRqJQByixdjnPZ3cUvaZW2UGuX2nxpolIYLc50UlTr3PeqR0WNbjH2nhddL7jHcZcHK-T5b08d285l3FL0MZqqKHxuUx/s1600-h/taxi_sm_cover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 185px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCnhhtKAShRv6xJhbJ4njnjI1ev-pWFUMMiVSMcM3tnj5i5iMwMRqJQByixdjnPZ3cUvaZW2UGuX2nxpolIYLc50UlTr3PeqR0WNbjH2nhddL7jHcZcHK-T5b08d285l3FL0MZqqKHxuUx/s320/taxi_sm_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267244781367452930" border="0" /></a><br />Shameful<br /><br />Horrible<br /><br />RecommendedThe Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-8476779198608004262008-11-09T17:01:00.000-08:002008-11-09T17:02:18.782-08:00Batman Sues Christopher Nolan?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwUq2IglwfvD4cKTlSahPr-Y3CXa-d2DhKiWPyQEiV6OEQJ6Ytz_0Z5WHd7RYnUsMU2_Wa2Cv4W_g6OGEHjDQACz5TnfrNl8v1MVymvI1cJ-1J3Bzq5qAwUIM_WP4qnTUwnwVw0bP7H_Cc/s1600-h/batman1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwUq2IglwfvD4cKTlSahPr-Y3CXa-d2DhKiWPyQEiV6OEQJ6Ytz_0Z5WHd7RYnUsMU2_Wa2Cv4W_g6OGEHjDQACz5TnfrNl8v1MVymvI1cJ-1J3Bzq5qAwUIM_WP4qnTUwnwVw0bP7H_Cc/s320/batman1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266827787808959602" border="0" /></a><br />Hilarious.<br /><br />http://io9.com/5079815/batman-sues-christopher-nolan-over-success-of-the-dark-knightThe Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-31056440850537840922008-11-04T21:44:00.000-08:002008-11-04T21:45:26.708-08:00Words<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaVBU7oyJmVmA2S3EWqZ0vQy9ZssSAk49SSFjxOBcZYrFfA_yShgZvYmQdbSCI7lwK0VTEnSTuAc9te99uxpFHHG4psMJ07Ldi_pQ5APAfcoxFPvRP7j9U_NtVE4RnQv3fdXuzUtzX3tVo/s1600-h/obama-win-2-xo-spirit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaVBU7oyJmVmA2S3EWqZ0vQy9ZssSAk49SSFjxOBcZYrFfA_yShgZvYmQdbSCI7lwK0VTEnSTuAc9te99uxpFHHG4psMJ07Ldi_pQ5APAfcoxFPvRP7j9U_NtVE4RnQv3fdXuzUtzX3tVo/s320/obama-win-2-xo-spirit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265045402818255042" border="0" /></a><br />Can't express how happy I am.The Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-9343981536802951712008-11-02T19:52:00.000-08:002008-11-02T20:44:18.821-08:00Turned Out<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiGwfYB9-D3kQUTpoCLmvZCUPrWT0WyhjjUdyrv20YM8atWmFuQkKKh0nSug4C9zomVAp0LCv7BIX9TzBk1fZYrME1lttGMJP1XbRrpwY6Erxs1tPtMvnGp8isyuoXJeozm3E2j-l7FBN4/s1600-h/The+Adults+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiGwfYB9-D3kQUTpoCLmvZCUPrWT0WyhjjUdyrv20YM8atWmFuQkKKh0nSug4C9zomVAp0LCv7BIX9TzBk1fZYrME1lttGMJP1XbRrpwY6Erxs1tPtMvnGp8isyuoXJeozm3E2j-l7FBN4/s320/The+Adults+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264287356647796146" border="0" /></a><br />To be a pretty good time.The Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-28900381273408670872008-10-31T10:13:00.001-07:002008-10-31T10:13:39.373-07:00So far?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjrXCHyc6CfqVungObTK7y80JZHb57T1UONtyIO927oC21W2zphBnvdfsY7y1MxSLTx4yYOEIABEw1X_uSUrixTPDezpQby7SCZhDPaw3Hf8i8-PA9xT3svFya-F4rItBcQg1cCU_Rl4rt/s1600-h/halloween.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 148px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjrXCHyc6CfqVungObTK7y80JZHb57T1UONtyIO927oC21W2zphBnvdfsY7y1MxSLTx4yYOEIABEw1X_uSUrixTPDezpQby7SCZhDPaw3Hf8i8-PA9xT3svFya-F4rItBcQg1cCU_Rl4rt/s320/halloween.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263367359256282482" border="0" /></a><br />Best Halloween Ever.The Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-38808066323579042422008-10-30T12:30:00.000-07:002008-10-30T12:33:14.465-07:00Two Things I Know<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrEzXBCmnvc0lj2XqBx-SJxze9fdDOalicGt2ATMsI_4tQPpoFbsKFTNXNnBlHf_HBuyIP1JzUrQHkMTGBJ4T9qBfYu-QkH09dbswymkov70FrVpryZuskQCR4QptqHnZ-UAJaRvXIi-tR/s1600-h/McMenamins.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 26px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrEzXBCmnvc0lj2XqBx-SJxze9fdDOalicGt2ATMsI_4tQPpoFbsKFTNXNnBlHf_HBuyIP1JzUrQHkMTGBJ4T9qBfYu-QkH09dbswymkov70FrVpryZuskQCR4QptqHnZ-UAJaRvXIi-tR/s320/McMenamins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263031688002726178" border="0" /></a><br /><br />1. I could live at the Edgefield. Smart, progressive, happy people work here. The beds are comfortable. It's kid-friendly. There are plenty of vegetarian options on the menu. There's a bar or two. There are some details to work out to make this dream a reality, but I'm looking into it.<br /><br />2. I will not be doing yoga tonight. I can't lift my arms over my head, and I'm pretty sure I'm already dehydrated enough.The Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-89524591461283688032008-10-28T18:43:00.000-07:002008-10-28T18:44:42.207-07:00Short. Sweet. Hot.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZaiN7gQYa-mBvs34CmYiE5LT6qf2_ak1EL0LzJjLiPA3mneOFdQD94SlZngCKysdvEjUHhnuNpvj0ZlQuLRu4tjnIl6j7XkYKBInZe6GYpVH5BYGeemtLhO-Rmb5euVajHlLbHmaW7M0o/s1600-h/yoga.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 111px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZaiN7gQYa-mBvs34CmYiE5LT6qf2_ak1EL0LzJjLiPA3mneOFdQD94SlZngCKysdvEjUHhnuNpvj0ZlQuLRu4tjnIl6j7XkYKBInZe6GYpVH5BYGeemtLhO-Rmb5euVajHlLbHmaW7M0o/s320/yoga.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262385497515094722" border="0" /></a><br />My musings on our motorcycle adventure comprised my longest post yet. But drew no comment.<br /><br />As a result, this one will be much, much shorter.<br /><br />Yoga. Heat. Ass kicking.<br /><br />Gonna do it again in the morning.The Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-84211829946310960992008-10-26T20:44:00.000-07:002008-10-26T20:59:21.410-07:00Things To Do on the Back of a Bike<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipFJHNpF3XKIk5iwFlCWm-uJvqqjb3hCpAocke7cbhV44BMhHVLnVcLMCQ-b3d6JP8qHJ0sRORnQorbl3RKJZ_mOzwD4MObZIN5IwVPm4ovV1a7JbfxIKJH4JyaQEDBR9fZtL9QmluqY_n/s1600-h/DSCN1063.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipFJHNpF3XKIk5iwFlCWm-uJvqqjb3hCpAocke7cbhV44BMhHVLnVcLMCQ-b3d6JP8qHJ0sRORnQorbl3RKJZ_mOzwD4MObZIN5IwVPm4ovV1a7JbfxIKJH4JyaQEDBR9fZtL9QmluqY_n/s320/DSCN1063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261674701517751714" border="0" /></a><br />Having spent varying lengths of time as a passenger on this fine piece of machinery this weekend, I can now offer the following suggestions--in no particular order--to keep YOU entertained the next time your head is cushioned inside a helmet:<br /><br />1. Roll eyes at and decide to count the McCain/Palin campaign signs on display throughout Snohomish, Skagit and Island Counties.<br /><br />2. Forgive yourself for losing count, in favor of actively keeping your terror in check (are there REALLY this many Republicans? Here? On the west coast? In my blue state? REALLY? I think I have an ulcer.).<br /><br />3. Monitor the rear view mirror to be sure the pumpkin strapped to the bike hasn't leapt to its gut-spewing death on the road behind you.<br /><br />4. Play the last song you heard on the radio in a continuous loop for background music in your head. Mine? "Collide," by Howie Day.<br /><br />5. Invent new passenger seat designs that involve heated grips like the ones the dude in front of you gets. Lucky bastard.<br /><br />6. Blink strategically so you miss the pass through Stanwood.<br /><br />7. Practice sitting ramrod straight and tucking your abdominal muscles up under your rib cage like the yoga article recommended in that Outdoor magazine you read in the doctor's office waiting room last week.<br /><br />8. Telepathically apologize to the future hamburgers you're sure you could hear mooing plaintively at you from their pens on the side of the road if it wasn't for the deafening roar of the BMW engine vibrating beneath you.<br /><br />9. Compose emails you'll never send to your uncle in which you teach him a thing or two about common human decency.<br /><br />10. Kegels. Lots and lots of kegels.The Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-62996209336134091202008-10-20T18:29:00.001-07:002008-10-20T18:31:13.950-07:00Irresistable!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo6cplLS2vNlKiFT7BwRDl1n8c_XQukdyg-HcCblG-aOImZO2RlDcNndGunj5WRrwtTLJQXjZlEGQMHkvAgFibnM9feu6nIbZviLvzw8N7rcZC6O0zFO4NgeZ2Dvst8IJAFw-RP6naZywh/s1600-h/rmr_newheadline.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo6cplLS2vNlKiFT7BwRDl1n8c_XQukdyg-HcCblG-aOImZO2RlDcNndGunj5WRrwtTLJQXjZlEGQMHkvAgFibnM9feu6nIbZviLvzw8N7rcZC6O0zFO4NgeZ2Dvst8IJAFw-RP6naZywh/s320/rmr_newheadline.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259413191703861986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />How can I NOT submit my birth date and time, along with those of the man with whom I'm considering a long-term relationship, and get a 7-day risk-free astrological reading that I don't have to pay for until I see RESULTS?<br /><br />I'd be a fool to ignore my destiny.<br /><br />Obviously.The Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338443790540667925.post-67187773564061654692008-10-20T17:50:00.000-07:002008-10-20T17:54:39.933-07:00Reconsidering Book Group<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyrzcj4rvDgXKfFRzEdH83IXqVs4ZWgQQIQrN-3MkEfL_QemJT5y-8B1upRwb1KdBdjhFoI7l8X8WmB_orNYi3SfR63JtwOn7YKhYq_dNWXjdTwT2xI3isLnulVhysDZXjDS7PriVD_6sz/s1600-h/marathon+man.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyrzcj4rvDgXKfFRzEdH83IXqVs4ZWgQQIQrN-3MkEfL_QemJT5y-8B1upRwb1KdBdjhFoI7l8X8WmB_orNYi3SfR63JtwOn7YKhYq_dNWXjdTwT2xI3isLnulVhysDZXjDS7PriVD_6sz/s320/marathon+man.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259403265049020162" border="0" /></a><br />This book is taunting me from the far reaches of my desk. I know I'm supposed to read it for my book group, and I LOVE those women and don't want to disappoint them. But the word "jigaboo" appeared within the first few pages. And here's some sample dialogue:<br /><br />"Of course there's a lump on her breast, my God, you're a tit man, I didn't come here to ask about the lump on her face--that's called a NOSE, by the way, I don't know if they teach that kind of thing any more in medical school."<br /><br />Now, I'm no creative writing major, but I know what I like...The Colleaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328403283977228861noreply@blogger.com1