Chores

Note: This started out as a post that tried to be really deep about how household chores will always be part of the human condition and modern technology makes them easier in that we have machines to help and such but also makes things harder because we have so many possible ways to distract ourselves and we're used to comfortable lives, etc. However, it ended up sounding too dumb for publication so I erased it all (I know...I know...so many posts you've seen on this blog have been too dumb for publication, and why would I have this sudden change of heart? Well, the answer is this: I don't want to talk about dumb past posts, forget about them and I'll try to do the same). I instead wrote a short little useless post under the same post title. It went like this:

I like: laundry, mowing the lawn, general tidying, taking out the trash, cleaning the litter box.

I do not like: dishes, cleaning anything in the bathroom, floors (vacuuming/mopping/sweeping).

A couple times a month, things get so bad that: Every time I walk into the kitchen, I am faced with the question: "Do I do the dishes or just kill myself?" I seriously weigh the pros and cons of each option. I decide to decide later. This means they pile up further. I generally go with the former eventually, but it's a tough internal struggle.

Note: I realize that I have over-used colons in this post. I don't care; it is definitely my favorite punctuation mark. So much promise follows a colon. And including one often means a sentence ends up less wordy than it has to be. And colons sometimes mean lists, which I also like.

I love technology, always and forever

• The voicemail function on my phone hasn't worked for days and when I call Sprint to see if I can fix it, I just get a circular phone menu and can't get through to a person.
• My car will never run again.
• The computer I've been switched to at work has a grand total of 256 MB of RAM. I'm pretty sure that's as much as like, my graphing calculator.
  

Timeless Glam? Probably Not

So apparently Lindsay Lohan launched a line of leggings called 6126 a couple days ago. Why 6126, you ask? It Marilyn Monroe's birthday. According to Lindsay, Marilyn and her collection share a "timeless, confident glam". Ummm...leggings?

Leggings SCREAM 80s to most of us. There is very little less timeless than leggings to me. And can you imagine Marilyn Monroe in leggings? It would be horrific for a woman of her figure.

It took me a minute why this infuriated me so much. It's not like we expect Lindsay Lohan to make well-thought-out decisions. And it's certainly not the first time a pop icon has been used to promote something fairly unrelated to him or her. What it comes down to, though, is this:

A clothing line channeling Ms. Monroe would be an awesome thing. This awesome thing has been completely mangled by Ms. Lohan. While Marilyn, granted, does have some qualities I generally hate (fake blond hair, exploiting sexuality for profit, etc.), she represents a romantic, glamorous time when the women were curvy and being sexy involved a lot more teasing and a lot less overt sexuality. Lindsey represents a brand-driven Young Hollywood that would love to imitate the class of Golden Age Hollywood but never gets farther than wearing red lipstick and Marcel waves on the red carpet before someone's boob falls out of her dress. Leggings represent all the ugliness in the world.

Style Icon

This may not come as a surprise to those that know Emilee and I, but it still never ceases to amaze me when this happens. She came to town this weekend (hooray!) and as I embrace her in the first time in months, I notice: she and I are wearing virtually the same black turtleneck.

The first summer after I met Emilee, she and I both came back to Provo in the fall having purchased the exact same maroon polo while apart. The summer after that, she and I came back with the same blue top.

You see, Emilee and I went through the "fashion awakening" period of life during our time as roommates. As our tastes developed from the not-so-great high school style we started out with, we discussed clothes, went shopping, and watched Style Network together. And since we are both people of good taste (or so I like to believe), this was only a good thing. So here's to you, Emilee.

Overheard Conversation: Must-See TV

The moment we've all been waiting for has arrived. The VP debate. I expect this to have much higher ratings than your average vice-presidential debate, judging from all the talk there has been about it.

Coworker #1: Are you excited for tonight?

Coworker #2: Not at all.

Coworker #1: Why not? It's going to be a big night for Palin.

Coworker #2: Gwen Ifill is in no way unbiased. I can't believe they picked her to moderate.

Coworker #1: But won't people see right through that?

Coworker #2: In our country? Are you kidding me? People are raised on the liberal media and go through our liberal education system. If I were the McCain campaign, I would demand that they have someone else do it. Or even have a conservative moderator, since everything else is liberal-bent.

John McCain: I think Gwen Ifill is a professional and I think she will do a totally objective job because she is a highly respected professional...I have confidence that Gwen Ifill will do a professional job.

Sarah Palin: I'm not going to let it be a concern.

Coworker #1: I didn't know the moderator was a liberal. That's infuriating. I might not even watch it then.

Coworker #2: Yeah, well I'm having a few friends over to watch it at my house on the big screen; you're welcome to come join us.

Coworker #1: That would be great; I didn't have any plans for tonight other than watching it.

Love these people.

In other news, I tried ChaCha out yesterday and am already pretty sure it's the greatest thing ever. Because you never know when you're going to be at the bus stop and have it suddenly become very important to know which countries have legal gay marriage. I love the information age.