Sunday, April 09, 2006
Ten little indians... and there were none?!
Just feeling sorry for myself. Two weeks ago, I had potential consulting work coming out the wazoo. This weekend, something for next week got axed (the usual NCL b.s.) and something else is in jeopardy (maybe not seeing eye-to-eye with the client... not sure yet). And I'm suddenly super unmotivated by everything else. I would rather chew my arm off than go back to corporate but on the other hand the ups and downs of consulting are killing me.
Is it just me or is anyone else profoundly annoyed by that Jello pudding commercial with the boy and the cow and the Wiggle & Jiggle hippety-hop sort of song? I'm almost embarrassed when it comes on. Yet I'm also drawn to it, as if it were a gorey, gross tragedy filled car accident. It creeps me out. I wish it would go away.
On a happier note, I love it when the noodles are all pointed on end in the bowl when you make Easy Mac. When you take the bowl out of the microwave after the noodle boiling part and before the cheese powder mixing part, that is. Its like the Golden Mean or something. As if the noodles are fulfilling some cosmic order. Wouldn't it be nice if all of life could work out like that?
Is it just me or is anyone else profoundly annoyed by that Jello pudding commercial with the boy and the cow and the Wiggle & Jiggle hippety-hop sort of song? I'm almost embarrassed when it comes on. Yet I'm also drawn to it, as if it were a gorey, gross tragedy filled car accident. It creeps me out. I wish it would go away.
On a happier note, I love it when the noodles are all pointed on end in the bowl when you make Easy Mac. When you take the bowl out of the microwave after the noodle boiling part and before the cheese powder mixing part, that is. Its like the Golden Mean or something. As if the noodles are fulfilling some cosmic order. Wouldn't it be nice if all of life could work out like that?
// posted by Stephanie Cake @ 4/09/2006 06:44:00 PM 
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