Time for my weekly ritual of pulling my head out of Google's search engine, putting the test scores aside, and posting on some of my favorite (non-testing-related) things:
1. The Gothic Miss Manners. She's a scream. I think the site has been discontinued, because there's no entry past December 2002, but I love her anyway. Anyone who's my age who describes her look as "the Gothic Mary Poppins," who gently refers to young goths trying out their looks as "baby bats," and who reminds us all that, "Friends Don't Let Friends Dress Like The Crow" is my kind of woman. My nightclubbing look tends to be gothic Grace Kelly, so I understand her desire to come up with a unique look that is in-your-face, yet polite.
2. VH1's "I Love the 70's". My boyfriend and I have watched every ep this week, and we're just screaming at all the cheesy muttonchops and the seriously ugly people they used in commercials back then - and the products. The really stupid products that became fads and helped their "inventors" make millions back then. Days of the Week panties? Oh, I had those.
One ep featured the movie, "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory." Willy-freaking-Wonka. Yet another link in the "HR Pufenstuf-Electric Company-Land Of The Lost" chain of evidence that everyone was on drugs in the 70's, even those responsible for children's entertainment. I've never seen the ending, because when I saw this movie as a child, I went into hysterics at the sight of the little girl blowing up like a giant blueberry and couldn't watch any more of it. Gave me nightmares for weeks.
3. The new Soho line of handbags from Coach. I treat myself to a nice new bag each season, and I've already found my fall bag this year. In purple, oh yes.
4. Petfinder.Org. This is how you find out what animal shelters are near you, what their needs and contact information are, and what animals they have available. I work for P.A.L.S. on Thursday evenings, and if you're anywhere near Philly, I can personally recommend a cat or two who needs a good home. Want someone lively who gives licks (and love bites)? Snickers is your girl. Are you willing to take care of an FIV+ cat? You can't do better than this cutie.
Oh, and I named this guy. He came in as a stray off the mean streets of West Philly with a huge wound (on the side you can't see), from some machinery or something. It was amazing he was still alive, given that we could practically see through to his insides. He seemed very tough; hence, "Rocky". We thought he'd be shy, feral, and scarred; instead, he's healed perfectly and is the sweetest loverboy of a cat.
Posted by kswygert at August 22, 2003 03:47 PM