I just stepped in a big pile of sassy!

Bloggers are bitchy commenters (and cranky complainers in general, it seems).
I would even venture to say that bloggers are WORSE than livejournalers when it come to snark (take that)!
Discuss, bitches.

First he writes this article.
Then he FU(K$ with mnspeak.
sidebar: damn, I need to get me one of those t-shirts!

Oh it’s on, Keillor.

IT’S ON.

Scarlett Johansson’s in town?

Say it aint so - or - if it is… where can I find her?

source

If I’m understanding this correctly, Yahoo! Instant Messenger now allows you to call people for free (if you have a mic hooked up to your computer).
And, I do.

Does anyone use YIM?
I have maybe 9 people on my list, whereas on AIM I have 40-60 people.

So, if you use YIM, lemme know.
Let’s have a chat.

http://messenger.yahoo.com/

Oh dear.
My roommate and I just had quite the chuckle over this website:
Cumming the Fragrance (not quite work safe)
I was pointed in the general direction of the site via Stacy.
That’s right, kids - now you, too, can smell like Alan Cumming!

Wow.
A few gems from the main site video are:
“Cumming is sexy”
“At the end of the day, it’s your essence that matters.”
“Shame is not sexy.”
and
“…manly, dark, creamy, earthy- really earthy. Cumming is a funny name to have.”

Not only that, but it isn’t sold in Minnesota (according to their listings), however it is sold online at Sephora.com for - GET THIS - $69.
That is just rich.

I have got smell it myself - and soon.
Manly? Woodsy? Oriental? - Count me in!

Remember kids:
You are the most interesting thing about yourself!

By now, most everyone knows about the website - Post Secret.
I love it!

The following are two postcards that I can definitely relate to.

And a third, just because.

I would, too. It would make for a great story.

In other news, I am a slave to Corporate Coffee (fight corporate coffee!).
There’s a Caribou near where I work (which is in a small town, in which coffee shops are quite scarce) and I had to go there for a pre-work pick-me-up.
The woman working was in her early to mid-30s. The quintessential Minnesota mom. She must’ve called me “honey” and “sweetie” and even “sweetie pie” (I think) 10 times in the two-to-three minutes that I was in the shop. We bonded over chocolate chip (chunk) cookies.
I think she’s where the term “Minnesota Nice” comes from. So, naturally, five seconds after I was out the door I’m positive she was talking about me behind my back (it’s only right).
Hooray for passive-aggression!

*My Aunt MaryAnn would whisper, “Let’s Trade Secrets!” to me every time we’d pass the perfume store, “Trade Secrets” in the mall. I miss her (darn Canadians).
*MaryAnn would also often say (jokingly) “You don’t have to get snippy - we’re all under the same pressure!” - Which I swear is a Saturday Night Live quote, though I can’t find anything about it online. Interesting.