The Lover of Lamps

New Year craziness

2006-01-01T17:16:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year, world. This is one of the few New Year celebrations that I plan on remembering....much fun, drinking, silliness, and post party coffee and taquitos. Fun pictures are forthcoming, even though my new camera pooped out of batteries and fell asleep early in the evening.

more later, time to eat some dinner

Happy birthday Mom!!!!

2005-12-28T15:08:00.000-08:00

Yes, it is true, my poor mother has a birthday dangerously close to Christmas. Poor thing has to share her birthday with the baby Jesus and everything.

But that is allright because this year she got the one thing that she really wanted.....a 20Q game!!!!!! My WONDERFUL boyfriend, WM got one of these ingenious little electronic games for Christmas. For the uninitiated, the 20Q game actually plays that 20 questions game that most people used to play on road trips to waste time. "Which one," you ask. Come on, you know, the one where one person thinks of a person, place, or thing and the other person has 20 questions that they can use to find out what you are thinking. It really is quite fun.

Anyway, my mom began playing with his toy over the weekend. She became addicted immediately. Eventually, no one could even talk to her for hours at a time. But he left and took his toy with him. Heh.

After a withdrawl period, mom recovered. But the cycle will soon begin again.

New Year's

2005-12-28T15:04:00.000-08:00

In the tradition of Unfortunate Serendipity, I have a New Year's resolution.

In the year 2006 I resolve to:

Stop working my street corner.

Get your resolution here

Nine months....

2005-12-26T15:31:00.000-08:00

Nine months ago today WM and I met for our first date at a local hockey game. We both spent time playing around on a "not so serious" dating web site (OKcupid) answering quizes and having fun. Nothing serious. Neither of us were seriously looking for a new relationship or anything at all. Randomly, both of us decided to start talking to a couple of people that the site matched us up with. We decided to meet somewhere very public and...bing, bang, boom...I kissed him!!!

The best part is that we haven't stopped!

Happy nine monthiversary, WM! I love you very much.

Backdated update on the Life Choices front...

2005-12-01T14:00:00.000-08:00

Early mid-life crisis still standing, I may have a plan. Maybe. For now, at least.

Okay. I need a little more forceful opening....something more definite.

I HAVE A PLAN FOR THE FUTURE! (loudly, with feeling and excitement) After racking the brain, including much banging of the head against the wall, I outlined some possibilities. When push comes to shove, I love medicine and the process of studying the way that the human body works. I have a desire to stay in healthcare, but I have become somewhat dissillusioned with the mainstream healthcare system. However, eastern medicine is a different direction entirely that would require quite a bit of time with a lower end salary. Chiropractic medicine appears to be a great compromise between the two worlds. Chiropractors are recognized members of the medical community that utilize conventional western practices and less conventional practices to encourage the body to heal.

The "pros and cons" list is long. In the end, I decided that the process was worth a try.

wish me luck....(good luck, self)

And suddenly everything becomes so clear...

2005-11-15T08:06:00.000-08:00

Your Career Type: Investigative

You are precise, scientific, and intellectual.
Your talents lie in understanding and solving math and science problems.

You would make an excellent:

Architect - Biologist - Chemist
Dentist - Electrical Technician - Mathematician
Medical Technician - Meteorologist - Pharmacist
Physician - Surveyor - Veterinarian

The worst career options for your are enterprising careers, like lawyer or real estate agent.

What's Your Ideal Career?

What should I do with my life?

2005-11-15T07:57:00.000-08:00

Hello and welcome to my Midlife Crisis.

The world continues spinning. Time continues ticking. But I remain stagnant, rooted into place by some invisible power. I am lost without a map....floating freely without a paddle...and any other trite sayings one can remember.

Stress congeals into a ball of goo in the center of my being and oozes through my pores. The only outward sign is a beautiful, new cold sore decorating my top lip.

.....focus is lost.....or did I never really have it in the first place?

What the F***?

2005-11-13T19:52:00.000-08:00

I honestly have no idea what this is about. I don't even like glam rock.

You Are a Glam Rocker!

You put the "show" in rock show with your larger than life self.
No doubt, you are all about making good music...
But what really gets you going is having an over the top show.
Glitter, costumes, and wild hair are your thing - with some rock thrown in!

What Kind of Rocker Are You?

What do these people expect?

2005-09-03T12:03:00.000-07:00

So, I mentioned that I am looking into nanny jobs. I realize that I am at a bit of a disadvantage. With no full-time experience working in childcare, I can not pretend that I know all of the ins and outs of the field. There are many people that make a lifetime career out of taking care of someone else's children. Honestly, I admire these people. I definitely could not do that for a living.

My problem begins here: people in the Dallas/Forth Worth area do not want to pay for good childcare. I realize that DFW is not a big hub of nanny-laden families....not like Washington DC or Boston or New York where every other family has a nanny following the kids around. What do the people expect? They would gladly dish out $250 per week for a local daycare to watch their child along with nine other kids, but suddenly become miserly when it comes to paying for private childcare. WM thinks that they are stuck in the "babysitter mentality". People around here don't think about a nanny as a private tutor, governess, and caregiver. A nanny should be an educated, loving, patient person that will care for your child like it was their own....Or even better than their own. If you are lucky, you find someone with bonuses like CPR, first aid, pediatric emergency training, and swim teacher training.

Do you think that you can honestly get that kind of wonderful care for minimum wage? Honestly!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!

2005-09-01T10:00:00.000-07:00

Just needed to tell the world that today marks the my dad's 49th birthday. Sadly enough, he is stuck at work all day. Hopefully tonight we will be able to do a wonderful dinner and movie.

I am such a horrible daughter. Because of the work situation, I have no money for a proper gift......

Happy birthday! I hope that you have a good day!

Unemployment ticker

2005-08-26T11:26:00.000-07:00

As of today at 5:30pm, I will have been unemployed (full-time at least) for TWO WEEKS!

Of course, it does not really seem like two whole weeks. First, I had a busy week of entertaining my Aunt and Uncle. This allowed me to forget that I was not really earning any money....mostly. Besides, I was kinda getting paid if one includes the week's "severance" pay that I received.

Now, however, the illusion is gone. I have nothing to do with my day besides work out and look for jobs. And the process of looking for jobs is the worst for making one feel useless and lost. Honestly, I have work that I could easily go back to, but nothing that I WANT to do with my time. But I feel increasingly that I am running out of time to be choosy.

My seriously ingrained work ethic and my slight case of OCD are joining forces. Consequently, I find myself creating work. The house plants have never been this well cared for and the dogs don't know what to do with the extra attention. My lab-mix actually hid at the other side of the house to get away from me! The buzzing of my brain is only lessened by intellectual activity, so I am currently reading three books and listening to two podcast novels on the IPOD. And I think the guys at the gym think that I am trying to move in there.

Ugh.....Curses to that tireless work ethic (brandishing a fist up to the sky)

nanny, anyone?

2005-08-24T11:01:00.000-07:00

So, I had a revelation. Last night while sitting at Dunn Brothers taking advantage of the rapid and free WIFI and waiting for WM to finish work, I discovered a new job opportunity. I could be a nanny!

Yes, I hear you, mister Doubting Thomas. You ask "LL, do you even have any nanny-type experience?" And the short answer would be: no. But the long answer is more complicated. I spent several hours, into the wee hours of this morning, listing in my head all the qualifications that I have for such a position:*
1) babysitting since 13 years old
2) 6 years experience Lifeguarding
3) 4 years experience teaching swimming lessons
4) 6 years experience working as EMT
5) 2 years experience working as Paramedic
6) CPR, First Aide, PALS, and ACLS certified
7) 6 years experience working with youth organizations
8) Excellent driving record
9) Passed multiple background checks
10) Energetic and fun
11) Loves children

*sorry, i am a big fan of lists lately, but they are just so wonderful and concise and I don't even have to worry about grammer and punctuation

Besides, the job would be perfect for someone in school because of the inherent flexibility. I could study while the kids nap! This is just an idea.....but it is also the first time that I am excited about something for a couple of weeks. Good sign?

Money? I don't need no stinking money!

2005-08-22T20:37:00.000-07:00

I propped myself up over the last week with the idea that I could always return to any of the last couple of employers for work or find work with one of the many competitors of the QD (aka: the jerks). Turns out that the hospital has suffered even more cut-backs and layoffs since the ones that prompted me to look elsewhere in the first place. Quickly translated: no hours available there. Apparently, most of the other Imaging facilities that I have talked to so far are not hiring right now. Funny, huh?

The only available option at the moment is a private ambulance company co-owned by one of my friends. They always have work for me. Truly great people that will do anything to help me out, but I REALLY don't want to go back to that. Does that make me a horrible and ungrateful friend?

My reasons:
1a) I put in 7 years of my life into ambulance work.....SEVEN YEARS!!!!!
1b) I love event work more than anything but I can't handle the paperwork and bull**** that goes into private transfer ambulance work.
2) I need to have something with some flexibility for school. If not, I might waste another couple of years just "waiting" for the perfect grad school option to come along
3) This is really more of a subset to #1....I need something new with new experiences to keep me fresh and interested.
4) Ambulance work would be a pay cut, again. Honestly, I'm 27 years old! I can't afford to barely maintain, I need to move forward with adult-type thing like owning a house and paying off debts.

Right now, I'm just working some events at a total of 15 hours per week...maybe. And vigorously undergoing every sort of job search imaginable. There is a line on a possible job in another private Diagnostic office in Dallas. Wish me luck.

Forget those new eyes you wanted, dear...

2005-08-21T07:27:00.000-07:00

OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!!!!!

I really have no permanent job to speak of!!! And no steady income!!!!

Panic has set in.

Beware.

On the up side, you will have some free time...

2005-08-19T12:00:00.000-07:00

The first thing that my dad said when I called to inform him of my sudden lack of full-time employment was priceless: " Well, at least you will be free to spend time with your Aunt and Uncle next week." Deep breath.....definitely another way to look at things.

Despite the discomfort that usually accompanies joblessness, the week was a great one. My dad's sister and her husband flew in from South Carolina on Monday. WM and I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning waiting to pick them up from the airport. Standby status coupled with the ravages of a storm system that covered much of north america, forced them to sleep at the Atlanta airport. They arrived in Dallas via Salt Lake City, rumpled but no worse for the 32 hours of wear.

The visit proved to be action-packed. We crammed a week's worth of visiting in 3 days because they ended up having to leave 3 days early as well. Ugh. The plan was to spend as much time together as possible with them, especially since my uncle had never been here to visit. Of course, I forgot to take pictures.

You are now entering...

2005-08-13T09:20:00.000-07:00

Unemployment Land
Population: Me

Heh....Here I am, in the land of the unemployed or under-employed, again. Bitter? Who, me? Never. (lunatic grin coupled with a high-pitched giggle)

Well, at least I am past the "throwing things and wanting to do horrible things to the new supervisor" stage. Oh, my, I am still very angry. Let's start at the beginning, shall we?

I work, correction worked, at an undisclosed Diagnostic Center as a paramedic/medical assistant since the end of April. When I began, the place was in a state of disorder produced by rapid growth with little structure. The problems were aggravated by the fact that there was no one officially in charge of the medical personnel. Paperwork was outdated and useless and protocols were completely ineffectual. I was hired under the impression that they were considering one of the paramedic , including myself, for a supervisor position in the future. After the pre-requisite adjustment time, I began working with the doctors, office managers, and other paramedics in both offices to organize things and generally make things work better. I helped maintain a business contract for the company. By all accounts, I thought that I was doing an excellent job demonstrating my organizational and managerial abilities. My colleagues and I received numerous compliments on patient care. Good, job, right?

Upon returning from my road-trip weekend, one of my colleagues mentioned that there was a new paramedic wondering around the office during the day I was out. "No big deal", I thought, "there was a vacancy at the other office." The same gentleman showed up at the office the next day. No word from anyone. He appeared to be floating between meetings. Who cares, he isn't affecting my day.

Then, one of the girls that works at the front desk asks me what I think of my, deep breath, NEW SUPERVISOR! "What!" I ask. "What are you talking about?" She proceeds to explain that the man was introduced to her as the new MA supervisor last week. Let me reiterate....LAST WEEK!

A fact collection mission produces two important things:
1) not one of the paramedics were informed or introduced to the new "supervisor"
2) none of the paramedics were told that they were actually hiring anyone for the position.

One might say that these things are not unheard of or particularly unusual in the corporate world, but that doesn't make the pill any less bitter. The management set an example of showing little to no respect to the employees and the new "supervisor" followed their lead. Hard not to take such things personally.

The next two weeks were an education in inner-office politics. Daily doses of swollen pride and frustration the only thing on the menu. I told myself, "Self, don't worry about it. Things will get better when you move to the other office." And things did improve when I wasn't face to face with a constant reminder of my frustration. I figure that I can handle things while I continue to work toward something better. No big deal.

Friday started as any other day. Busy, busy, busy. At 5pm I was preparing to leave for the weekend, when the BOSS over both centers calls me into his office. "Bad news," he says. "We are letting you go."

*imagine dramatic, cartoonish jaw drop to the floor*

"Blah, blah, blah....We recently discovered that we can't afford 5 paramedics on the payroll...blah,blah,blah...Left it up to the 'new guy' to decide who would have to go...blah,blah...He decided on you today...blah...I don't really understand the choice, he didn't really explain, but I don't want to undermine his authority...blah,blah,blah....Letting him form his own team...blah,blah...You are a great employee and worked hard for us...blah, blah...Was supposed to be someone else...blah...We are going to give you one week extra pay to help you out, even though we don't usually do that...blah,blah...You helped us out when we really needed it.....blah,blah...I will gladly write you a recommendation...."

Honestly, this went on for some time while I picked my jaw up off the floor. Shock does not describe my feelings properly. The anger didn't kick in for several minutes after I graciously thanked the a**h*le for the opportunity to work with them and learn and whatever ( I really have no idea what I said exactly). Then I calmly got the hell out of there as quickly as I could.

The anger has not abated. Just enjoying the possibility of them paying my unemployment and telling everyone where not to go for services. ( if you want to know, write me a little comment and I will spread the word)

Quick recap of July events...

2005-08-01T18:00:00.000-07:00

Oh, July, what a busy, busy month you were indeed.

I realize that this space entered a spot of suspended animation some time ago. I somewhat-genuinely apologize for that to whomever might read this site. (the number of "you" probably hovering below five and probably closer to zero than I would like to admit) I say only "somewhat-genuinely" because... well, I have a life and blogging or journaling is not highest on my daily to-do list right now. No offense intended to my fellow bloggers that find the time to write long, interesting entries daily or even multiple times a day (you over-achievers). No, I am not implying that these people do not have lives.....they are just better at managing their time....or they have different priorities than I do. Irregardless, little writing has been done.

In all fairness to myself, July was tightly packed with activities and road-trips. How about a quick recap of the last 2 weeks?

First, the passing of my birthday....which I pretty much glossed-over. Wiredmonkey fullfilled his job as an excellent boyfriend and put together a wonderful party on my behalf. Drinking began by noon. Drunkeness reached by 8pm. Passed out by 11pm with the aide of evil vodka in the form of large, dirty martinis. Ugh. Vodka is truly evil. WM wrote much, much more about the evening. Pictures forthcoming on flickr.

The rest of the month was eclipsed by WM's birthday weekend road-trip. We were chauffered and DJ'd by Burnoutzen. Great fun and a much needed break from the daily grind. My excellent ex-roomie from college played hostess much of the weekend, which was wonderful. I'm so happy that we were able to visit and catch up a bit. Two years is way too long (reminder that 5 year college reunion is coming in Oct). AGAIN, WM wrote lots more about the weekend. Check out the pictures from his site if you are curiouis.

endless stream...

2005-07-21T12:04:00.000-07:00

Hello. Just for a moment, let me just add my voice to the cacophony of complaints about working: I HATE MY JOB! and MY COWORKERS ARE ALL IDIOTS!

If you will excuse me, now I will climb up to the top of this pretty watchtower with my high-powered water gun....

short rant...

2005-07-19T07:27:00.000-07:00

Please forgive me while I vent a bit. Entirely too often, I find myself subjected to a loud, ignorant rant about those "damn immigrants" who come to this country, usually illegally, in order to steal all the open jobs from hardworking, anglo-american men. Drew captures my sentiment exactly with his Damn Immigrants comic....subtle, I know.

America has always been more of a rich, chunky stew rather than the melting pot that it has been labeled. We are a country of immigrants. Immigrants that come through Ellis Island in regular tidal waves that immediately begin the complicated process to assimilate into current society while maintaining connections to their ancestral culture. And every immigrant group competes with the others to pick on the newest ingredient to tne immigrant stew. The Puritans picked on the quakers, the italians picked on the irish, and now everyone picks on middle eastern and hispanic people. This is a large part of our "rich" history, along with slavery and picking on native americans.

But, please, let's not lie to ourselves. Who wants the jobs that most immigrants gladly accept? How many people claim that they want to be a dishwasher, ditchdigger, maid, or janitor when they grow up? With all the oppportunities that this country offers, even with all the problems, can you blame parents for being willing to do anything in order to give a better life to their children?

Come on, people. Back off already.

all those people getting it on in october and november....

2005-07-10T12:34:00.000-07:00

Apparently, July is a big birthday month in my little circle of friends....or, to put it another way, october and november appear to be great months for the horizontal mambo. (or gettin' down, as the kids like to say these days)

The whole point of this rambling is that yesturday was one nice birthday bash for Lee, aka the cheat. His girlfriend hosted the get together at her house, providing loads of cheap beer and good food. No complaints here! Much lounging in the backyard, eating barbeque, and listening to good music.

The night was a great way to begin the FEAST of JULY BIRTHDAYS! sounds more important than it is...

conflicted...

2005-07-06T16:19:00.000-07:00

This just in: I need a new digital camera and laser eye surgery!!
But I also like to eat, drive, and drink yummy things (ie coffee and beer)

ugh

Hello to all those people out there waiting for fireworks...

2005-07-04T16:08:00.000-07:00

Just a quick July 4th post....

I have been spending entirely too much time reading a wonderful site. Check this out.

heh. hamsters.

how many things can you name with blueberries in them?

2005-06-30T15:31:00.000-07:00

So many blueberries...

The plan was to make a couple really good baked goods from the berries collected over the weekend and then freeze the rest. This plan was complicated by WM's odd work hours and my difficult living situation. After everything was said and done, baking did not begin until AFTER 9:30pm. But, yum, blueberries are worth the wait. Two hours of industrious baking resulted in eightteen blueberry muffins and one large blueberry cobbler-thingy (not sure what the appropriate name would be since we adapted a apple crumble recipe). Probably not the most impressive spread, but WM and I were beaming with pride, albiet stained a tad blue.

ummmm....blueberries

2005-06-27T17:00:00.000-07:00

Bluberries are possibly the best fruit ever! This is no exaggeration, I have scientific studies to prove it.....with bar graphs and pie charts and everything. Some of my most elaborate childhood memories include the wonderful, bulbous blueberry. I remember riding along in Suzie-Q (the old, red volkswagen van that my parents owned back then) and seeing loads of bushes weighed down with blueberries. In Maine, they grow along the side of the road like weeds, everywhere. We would just pull into the ditch on the roadside (no shoulders on most of the roads around there) and wonder aimlessly into berry bliss. The first time, mom led me to the perfectly ripe fruit and gently demonstrated the best way to pull the small berries from the bush without damaging the plant. As soon as I tasted that burst of sweetness in my mouth, I was hooked. They could barely pull me away, all blue lips, stained teeth and purple hands. Till this day, I associate blueberries with the purest of childhood happiness.

Needless to say, I was overjoyed when WM called me to suggest a trip to east texas for some blueberry picking. What a great way to spend our third monthiversary....WM you are the coolest boyfriend ever! Truth be told, the whole weekend became a celebration. We were booked solid with activities.

Saturday: WM was tortured through a saturday morning in-service...yuk. Yet he was rewarded for his patience with a couple gift certificates for Fridays! The weekend began with WM and I meeting for a discounted early dinner and catching up. Then, off to meet some of the gang for Guy Forsythe at Deep Ellum Blues. Much drinking, laughing, and good music to enjoy.

Sunday: Up at the crack of 1200 for yummy brunch with mimosas and bloody mary's...mmmmmm i seriously could be that woman that wakes up every morning to a mimosa. Then off to pack up the car for the 1.5 hour trip to Blueberry Hill Farms. The friendly man at the shop warned that most of the berries were still not ripe, but kindly suggested where to look for the best. Two hours of careful picking later, WM and I had 4 pounds of wonderful blueberries to enjoy. We had a bit of a car picnic during the short road trip back (we were too hot and tired to sit on the picnic tables to eat) of homemade sandwiches. We ended the evening lounging around at the pool. All this fun but we keep forgetting to take pictures *sigh*

So many blueberries...what will we cook first?

Happy Monthiversary!

2005-06-26T15:29:00.001-07:00

YAY! A full 3 months!!!!!!! I love that big monkey!

Really. I love you very much, baby. Thank you for an interesting, joyful, and excting 3 months.

LL

Father's Day shenanigans...

2005-06-20T17:00:00.000-07:00

There are two holidays that I have a really hard time grasping: mother's day and father's day. Its not that I'm completely daft....I understand the general idea behind them: to set aside a day to remember how wonderful one's parents are, etc. Essentially, we are celebrating the fact that our parents got together for some of that good old horizontal mambo action, a pants party if you will.

*uncomfortable giggling* (Heh. Sorry, just overcome with two conflicting images...a little overload)

Anyway, the premise of the two days is wonderful. I just have a really hard time deciding what's an appropriate gift to give. As a child, things are easy. You make a card with your handprint and everyone thinks its the coolest thing ever created. Gift-giving started getting complicated for me once i left for college. As soon as you are working and living on your own, those cheap, hand-made gifts just dont seem like enough. Not that my parents care....they would be happy with another handmade card.

Also, since the holidays are so close, I start comparing the gifts that I get. I find myself asking stupid and crazy questions like: "Is that movie pass that I bought my dad as good as the pedicure that I bought my mom last month?" Or I feel guilty if I take one parent out for a meal and don't have the time or money for the other. As, if my parents sit around at night and compare the quality of gifts.

Am I truly this materialistic? Or do I just want to express my love and appreciation to the utmost? I'm probably just materialistic and shallow.

Regardless... I love you, Dad. Happy Father's Day

surreptitious posting...

2005-06-07T12:16:00.000-07:00

The daily grind...without the sweet, smoky aroma and yummy juice of life...

I can honestly say that this is the first time that I have ever posted something while at work. This is including the numerous sites from years gone by...though probably not saying much considering that most of my jobs over the last few years has included riding around in an ambulance.

Imagine: little Lamplover hiding away in the broom closet, literally tapping into the internet line, hoping that noone will question to where she has diappeared....kinda cool image, huh? Sorry, I'm not really that glamorous or interesting. Just sitting at a desk and not doing my job, much as many others do on a daily basis (as astutely observed by the writers of Dead Like Me-one of the best shows on television).

blahblahblahblah.....I will be back later with more interesting things to contribute.

peas

IPODs Galore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2005-06-01T20:12:00.000-07:00

IPOD photo is the best invention of at least the last ten years!!!!!

Tuesday was my parents' 30th anniversary. Over the weekend, I took them out to a nice, moderately-priced dinner. Then I promptly went out and bought myself a highly-priced IPOD photo. You may be thinking with some wry sarcasm, "What a wonderful daughter" but dont dismiss me too quickly.....

rationalization #1: said IPOD bought at the radio shack that my Dad manages. Hence, he gets the commission and credit for the sale (and i get some discounts on accessories)

rationalization #2: said daughter is throwing parents a surprise party next sunday

See, I'm not too bad after all.....right?

I know, hell in a handbasket....

okay, so it's been a while...

2005-06-01T20:03:00.000-07:00

Fine. Stop harrassing people that know me, I will attempt to update more often. I could blame a certain someone for monopolizing my time, but that would probably just be unfair. (besides, i'm getting nasty looks for even suggesting.....though one would think that he would be proud of such a feat of distraction for 2 months straight)

I promise to do a much better job from now on......scouts honor and all that stuff.

what is this craziness?

2005-04-22T02:52:00.000-07:00

Please forgive the blatant references to a movie that I cannot think about without giggling. Heh, heh....

This blog was created spontaneously during a visit to a wonderful local coffee shop with free WIFI. Dunn Brothers is the best discovery that Wired Monkey (aka The Boy) and I have stumbled across. Anyway, recent discussions about writing and life goals reminded me of all the slacking going on in that arena over the last couple months. Reading some blogs, including The Boy's, inspired a new creation.

Oh, yeah....probably still wondering what all this rambling has to do with the key question: what the h*ll does the title mean? The short answer: anchorman was one of the first movies that The Boy and I watched together and has become one of those things quoted incessantly. That and I can't keep a straight face when I think of Brick talking about the "pants party."

Really.
I'm not kidding.
Watch this movie, you will not be able to stop laughing.

2005-04-20T16:26:00.000-07:00

This is a test. Just avert your eyes, this is only a test.