March 2009
46 posts
The end of a (miserable) era
ATTENTION WORLD. ANNE MARIE RHOADES HAS FINALLY FINISHED PRIDE & PREJUDICE.
After a brief rehabilitation period, I will rejoin the natural world as a once again happy, productive, and, most importantly, non-feral member of society.
Sweet Lord. →
WatchHigh-design prosthetics.
TED Talks never fail to amaze me, but this one is an all-time high. I know it’s long, but you really, really, really need to watch this.
Things Created During Recessions →
karenh:
“Recessions might feel all doomy and gloomy, but they’re also times of great innovation. All of the following wondrous things were created, perfected, or completed during recessions or depressions: the Empire State Building, the Sears Tower, the U.S.A. trilogy by John Dos Passos, Social Security, Scotch tape, the Polaroid Corporation, FM radio, the modem, New Wave music, MS-DOS, the...
Avarice & Greed!
Coming soon and exciting!
Meanwhile, AB, I’m concerned that M&M will often just be a…a co-Tumblr. Must. Resist. But seriously, can we keep Flagpole Sitta on there? Can that be our second theme song? Aside from my options I played last night. Let me know.
Hey, Marley!
Asparagus
Some type of sorbet - my vote is firmly in the Raspberry corner, but lemon would be tasty as well
12 oz. bottled marinated artichoke hearts (not whole)
Parsley (calls for, say, 2 tablespoons)
Also, red cooking wine of your choosing, unless you leave that choosing up to me. Let me know.
7 or 8 p.m., choose your own adventure.
Please confirm with selective reblog.
WatchI know I’m a week late, but, I mean, this is House literally jumping the shark, right? I’m not the last one to notice this, am I? This show needs to change it up, it really does. Here’s how this episode is going to go: he mocks Cuddy, diagnosis 1, tests, diagnosis 2, almost dies, tests, almost dies, Cuddy looks like she’s going to cry, Wilson speaks, final diagnosis just...
copycats:
I’ve Been Loving You Too Long by Cat...
Is almost-the-entirety of Google not working for anyone else? I am an angry little girl right now. And when is it going to rain?!
I have achieved nothing today and it’s a day that should be—no, needs to be—jam-packed with productivity. I’m also on my third watching of the entire 7th season of West Wing in the last 2 weeks. I wonder if there’s a connection here.
The Reader
One of my on-going freelancing contracts involves a serious, committed relationship between me and my Google Reader. Unfortunately, I’ve been neglecting it of late. Being the passive aggressive jerk it is, Reader has struck back where it hurts the most. 1500+ posts to sift through. Damn you, Reader. I just don’t think I can do this anymore. It’s not me. It’s most definitely...
The end is in sight.
As you well know, I detest Pride & Prejudice with a vehemence many reserve only for genocidal dictators, yet have spent the year (yes, year) attempting to get through it without gouging out my eyes a la Oedipus.
So many people I know are shocked that I am far from enjoying this book. You’re so much like Lizzy, they cry. She’s such a strong female character, they cry....
Antiquated
What kind of writer uses a 5-year-old computer with 25 letter keys and a non-working F ? This kind, obviously. Sadly, my WPM has dropped drastically since losing R.
Avarice and Greed!
AB and I are scheming for keepsies. No big deal, but as previously mentioned, we are both chill and talented. And we’ve already come up with something that is “ironic but openly professional, with a seriously hip undertone” that Jason Segal would like.
(via practicallyneutral)
My lord you are the...
“Quiet people make me uncomfortable. I always think they’re plotting...”
– Chase
Hierarchy
Recently, I spotted this in Newsweek: “Teaching has replaced sarcasm as the resting place of small minds.”
I also heard this from a professor: “Sarcasm is the absolute lowest form of humor. So, ah, stop putting it in your papers, Anne Marie.”
Sarcasm is one of my favorite forms of humor, it really is. Well-placed, aptly-worded sarcasm is golden, and if you beg to differ,...
It’s 10:20 am and the Great Scandanavian is actually still asleep. It has taken 5 years in college to get to this point.
“I’m gonna pre-game it, during-game-it, and probably post-game it.”
– My bro’s pretty chill. NBD. Thank your lucky stars for the Swiss drinking age, bucko.
Future tense
I’ve started circling the wagons, so to speak, for some big decisions that are coming up. I’ve called up the most trusted counsel, which primarily consists of those who have known me since before the first time I had braces. I’ve lined up my strong list of respected mentors, who come with CVs of all shapes and sizes (philanthropic CEOs, public relations directors, legal pitbulls,...
“Native American drum music…You wouldn’t want to hear that...”
– Thweatt, capping off a startling funny discussion of racism fueled by cheap wine.
Me: So, what was your favorite part about Nicaragua?
Sles: ...not poverty.
Semantics
I’m not saying that I love you, I’m just saying that you make me feel content in a way I’d like to experience every day for the rest of my life, if that’s okay with you.
Me: Whatcha doin?
Stephanie: Oh, you know. Just doing logic puzzles and watching Spanish-language television.
Stephanie: Spanish humor is like hitting someone over the head with a frying pan.
Me: Did you say like hitting someone with a frying pan?
Stephanie: No, Spanish humor IS hitting someone over the head with the frying pan. I mean, they're fighting, they're in the bedroom...and WHERE does she get the frying pan?!?
“Holy eyeshadow, Ursula!”
– Stephanie
My view of true love is best demonstrated by... →
How do I love thee, Wikipedia? Let me count the... →
Family Bonding
practicallyneutral:
annemarierhoades:
Here is how I know where mom and dad are this weekend (Michigan? No, Wisconsin): Facebook chat.
Here is how I know where John Mark is this weekend (Swiss Auto Show): his Tumblr.
Here is how I know where Katherine is this weekend (eating the early bird special with the octogenarians): Twitter updates.
Here is how I know where my grandparents are this...
Family Bonding
Here is how I know where mom and dad are this weekend (Michigan? No, Wisconsin): Facebook chat.
Here is how I know where John Mark is this weekend (Swiss Auto Show): his Tumblr.
Here is how I know where Katherine is this weekend (eating the early bird special with the octogenarians): Twitter updates.
Here is how I know where my grandparents are this weekend: I presume they are where they always...
Fatal Attraction
Oh, if only my last post had let itself be, rather than snowballing into what will henceforth be referred to as the EspressOverload Incident of 2009.
It’s a tragic tale, really; one that begins in my freshman year of college, a year worth of coffee-induced insomnia that finally pushed me into coffee- and espresso-based-drink celibacy. My Mudhouse order became either a chai with soy or a...
I love espresso. I genuinely do. It’s an acquired taste, true, but acquire it I have. It’s oddly soothing and completely perfect.
Last night Rebecca said something so genuinely worthy of a White Whine entry—although in Rebecca’s, err, non-defense, nearly every whine she has is worthy of an entry, as she is (and this is akin to revealing Superman is actually Clark Kent) the Waspiest WASP in the Land—but I hesitated to enter it and forgot what it was.
EDIT: It was, paraphrased: “Ugh, here I am, trying...
342. Don't make a scene.
(via rulesformyunbornson)
Absolutely. This extends even to proposals of marriage.
practicallyneutral:
Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps -...
Ian says, I don’t know where you find live dragons, but I DO know you don’t find them at Toys’r’us.
For those of you who are late to the game, I’ll catch you up as such: ‘Pride & Prejudice’ is truly my literary albatross.
Update: Phantom Phone-Caller
This just in: 2:55 p.m. call, Never Gonna Give You Up.
My suspect pool has widened from John Mark to John Mark and Stephanie.
Phantom phone-caller
In reality, the term should be phantom voicemail-leaver. Someone has called me—from a number I don’t recognize—twice in the last two weeks and left songs on my voicemail. One was “Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young” by the Barenaked Ladies, and one was the “How to Bake a Cake” song from that internet mashup of Lil John and Lazy Town. Neither are what you...
copycats:
One Man Guy by Rufus Wainwright
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