i came. i saw. i ate all your cheese. photographer :: imaginary world traveler :: word guzzler :: coffee grinder :: night owl :: indie listener :: wisecracker. a little sarcastic, a tad comical...Sarcomical.
oh my lord. her photography is pure art and it absolutely takes my breath away. lots of self-portraits, but like none i've ever seen. her background in film direction has given her a uniquely forward-thinking method of composing her shots.
Dogs in holiday sweaters! HilAAAriously and ironically cute!
Pumpkin pie, pumpkin cheesecake, pumpkin cake roll numnumnum.
Time to pull out Christmas Vacation, Elf, White Christmas and It's a Wonderful Life and still enjoy them before I get sick to death of them in a few short weeks.
The bottomless plate of cheese and olives at my grandma's house.
Be Thankful for the Friday Sarcomical Hottie of the Week: John Krasinski, otherwise known as goofy moppy-haired cutie Jim on The Office. I'm sure he'd totally let you tousle his hair. Maybe. ...Maybe you should just admire from afar.
Some Things I Hate:
Those corny crescent roll commercials that will now proliferate the television screen until after Christmas. Because anyone has ever really wanted to punch someone in the face for eating the last crescent roll and ruining Christmas.
Candy corn. Ugh, hack, blechhh.
That I have to make my peace with football on Thanksgiving. GAAHHHD.
The inflatable lawn snowmen, they are coming. I'm thinking stabby thoughts.
All the pretty leaves will fall off soon.
Some Things I Just Don't Get:
PEOPLE in holiday sweaters! HilAAAriously awful!
My mom AND my sister are both completely done with their Christmas shopping. DONE. As in, no holiday shopping stress. bah.
Water chestnuts in stuffing. Water chestnuts in anything.
This old Pinocchio float from the Macy's Parade. ...What?
Why can't Starbucks made a sugar-free Peppermint Mocha? :(
I started reading Mighty Girl at the beginning of my blogging here at Sarcomical, about three years ago. Through reading her clever observations about life and what she heard in conversations when she was out in public, I realized the importance of paying more attention to the little things going on around me, so I could use those bits and pieces to generate interesting blog material.
I must say, in person her sense of humor is just as clear and witty as it has been in her writing style. She was really very sweet, smart, and also? My God, her outfit was damn cute. The girl's rep for being great at putting things together is not an exaggeration.
So, the time came to talk to her at the table afterward, and Sarah (being shy, her words) and me (feeling inferior in the presence of Maggie's mind and very cute boots) both had to suck it up and just say hi, even though we felt as if we were quite stumbly during the conversation. I mean, what do you say, really? "Hi, we know who you are, and see that baby and husband of yours over there? We know them, too. And we really, really like your shopping site. And you're very awesome. I'm a fabulous blogger, by the way. No, really. And I am totally NOT phased by your internet stardom." NO. No, you do not say that. Instead, you find yourself saying things like "Thanks for coming!" and "The two of us met online!".
Wow. Clever.
It felt very much like Brian Regan's act "You Too and Stuff", where he talks about that awkward feeling you get when you meet someone or are talking, and then for some reason you go and say something stupid like "Take Luck!", because your ability to string intelligent words together in certain social situations seems to vanish into thin air. Then all you are left with is blaahbitty.
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Halloween is OVER, therefore the hideous inflatable lawn pumpkins and large animated & blinking carriage containing skeletons (oh, I'm not even remotely lying) will finally be put to rest in our neighborhood. I knew there was a benefit to me not running much outdoors the past month. I mean, other than the not having to get up.
Fish Tacos. Are you KIDDING me with this rainbow of taste explosion? Sadly, the best I've ever had are from Chevy's. I've tried the ones at Don Pablo's, Bar Louie, and a few others and I'm sorry but no way do they compare to the ones that make me want to cry very large red onion-scented teardrops. And wouldn't you know it, we don't have one of them here. Halp. Send Takoz Plz.
The word 'deciduous'.
Fuzzy socks (but you better not show me those disgusting ones with the toes on them).
Sarcomical Some Things Friday Hottie: Taye Diggs. Heh, hello there, Mister Diggs...uhh, hey...I, um, commend you for being able to pull off that suit, the funky hat, AND the...well...heh...that chest thing. Okay, bye.
Some Thing I Hate:
Halloween is over, therefore the hideous inflatable snowmen, cartoon characters with Santa hats, and gargantuan snow globes should be taking over the neighborhood in approximately two weeks. Someone just burn my retinas now.
Bras. I am hating them right now. Working from home has turned me into a spoiled, braless happy person. I have to really suck it up when I have to go out in society now, because hey, it's cold and kind of hard to sneak out without one.
The word 'scalp'.
People who say things like "Oh, you just wait. You'll see!"" when referring to some way in which they think they are superior for having had the lustre dulled on their plate of life, and in order to validate that it's okay (instead of just minding their own business), they feel the need to pound into your head that any hope of you being an individual with different outcomes than they have is completely ridiculous. THEY ARE WISER AND KNOW WHAT'S WHAT, DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?!? And you are but a silly child who must be taught how to accept and look forward to these disappointments. For example, "You just wait until you have kids. Then you'll realize how (insert random idea of how you'd like to live your own life when you have children) is just not realistic. You'll change your mind, believe me.". Or, on a much lighter note, I hate "You just wait until you're married long enough. You'll realize that peeing in front of your spouse is NO BIG DEAL." Um. Hello. Have you just met me? Obviously, because otherwise you would know that there is no way in hell that this chick will ever ever take a pee in front of her husband. Okay, maybe only if my life were at stake or we were prisoners in a hostage situation. Other than that, I would rather squeeze it shut until I turn purple than pee with my husband in or near the bathroom. Besides, I've been married for almost 10 years. It's not like we just met and I'm shy. Just because you gave up for whatever reason that is completely your business or plain old don't think it's a big deal really means Zero to me. I am, and shall always be, a private pee...er.
Lots of ice in a drink.
Some Things I Just Don't Get:
People who still curl their bangs. Um. Stop it. Do you hear me?
This Hannah Montana thing. I finally made myself stop on television the other day to see a few minutes of this show. Is she Hannah Montana? Is she Miley? Is that hair really hers? Does she do something so fantastic that I just don't understand? Does she smoke menthols to get that husky voice? Perhaps my limited exposure (thank God) is keeping me from getting the picture.
Adults who still eat that canned fruit cocktail we got in school lunches. Ew.
Wet erase markers. Why? Why would you want to do that, when dry erase is OUT THERE, all easy and not making you have to go to the sink and find a towel and walk all the way back, wipe, and then try to wipe again to get rid of all those pale-ish wet droplets? Dry erase markers have SPONGY TIPS now, you guys. All you have to do is turn it around. Come on.
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