Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk

The fabulous musician Rufus Wainwright has a song called Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk. For those of you not familiar with dear Rufus, he sang the “Hallelujah” song in the first Shrek movie.

A coworker just got back from a trip to Ireland. People kept asking her what Guinness tasted like and she kept saying it tasted like Chocolate Milk. I’m not sure I believe that. For one thing, Guinness must have some hops in it, that’s kind of what makes beer beer. So at the very least it would be bitter Chocolate Milk. And the point of Chocolate milk is to have something sweet, not something bitter.

She was also wondering why some of the sheep she saw in Ireland had blue paint on them and I filled her in. When it gets to be that time of the year, shepherds put a sack of paint around the rams’ necks. That way when an ewe has a paint mark on their back they know which ewes will be bearing lambs. Apparently this is information that not too many people know, because I was hailed as knowledgeable regarding animal husbandry. High praise indeed.

Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk,
These are just a couple of my cravings.

My Name

My name has been besmirched! I guess it was only a matter of time since so many bag and shoe companies insist on naming products after women. But seriously! I guess there are some positive things about this bag. (The Ariel from Zac Posen). It is red. Which is a color I like. And red is loud, as am I. It is small and cramped, two things I am not. It is ugly, which I hope I am not. But on the other hand, it is a purse for over a thousand dollars, $1,100 to be precise. So it is expensive and high maintenance, both words describe me. So, positive and negative. I am still put out by the fact that they used my name for such a thing, but theres really nothing I can do about it. I certainly wont buy the bag!

Bad Bra Day

More boob stuff.

Wow, I’m really staying on target in talking about my boobs recently.

Todays topic: my bra.

Everything about my bra is bothering me today. The straps are cutting into my shoulders, the tag/hooks are scratching my back and the cups are doing something strange and itchy to the boobs themselves. I’m not even crazy about the color today. Man, bad bra day.

Eli’s Coming

In an episode of the long canceled Aaron Sorkin show “Sports Night” one of the characters talks about his fear that something bad is imminent. He refers to this feeling of dread as “Eli’s comin’”. He is referring to the song by Three Dog Night. The song chronicles a young man named Eli who will inevitably break the hearts of all the young women he meets. The character misconstrues the song however, taking “Eli” as a metaphor for a harbinger of bad things.

Today I was thinking about that song and about its possible prophetic meaning. I do not have any premonitions about doom on the horizon, but “Eli” may be coming all the same.

Eli's coming, Eli's coming
Yeah, you'd better hide your heart

Thoughts From Work

There is no one at work today. Well, not no one, but of the roughly 10 people that I work with regularly only about 5 are here today. Including me. AND most of them are of my same level, all peers, no supervisors. So I really see no reason to get much of anything done today.

Though I do have projects to work on, none of them are really time sensitive, and if I leave them off until tomorrow or Monday I wont have to bother anyone looking for something to do. I always like to make sure I have something saved for “tomorrow”. There are some who want to complete everything on their desk by the end of a work-day. But I think that it behooves me more to make sure there is always something in my inbox, to at least give me the appearance of work.

I am craving a new ipod HARD!! I know I just got a new one and I should be happy with what I have, but since when have I been content with what I have? Its new and shiny and I want one! The funny thing is that when I was on the market for a new one I kept saying that what I wanted was the iphone without the phone part. All I wanted was a widescreen ipod. And now….man alive I want one!

Thought: I want to buy a mac, and they are currently having the buy a mac get an ipod free deal….two birds?

NOPE! The fine print says that ipod models introduced on sept 5 are not eligible. Those bastards!

Perhaps

A coworker of mine has decided that the mysterious item is a thing to put on your finger to help turn pages. A device specifically designed to replace licking your finger to grip and turn a page. I am dubious

What is this Thing?

My desk was recently vacated by a supposedly lovely woman. I inherited all of her desk supplies, pens, pencils, stapler and the like. There is a lovely caddy to hold all of these items and one more.

To my untrained eye it looks remarkably like a thimble. Except for a few strange details. To begin with it is about twice the size of a normal thimble. It is made of very soft plastic. It is flesh colored. All of these things lead me to believe that it is not a thimble, but that begs the question, What the hell is it?

The plastic is too thin and too soft to be of any use as a protective item.

It is flesh colored, leading me to think it may be camouflaged in some way. Yet it is covered with small bumps.

There are a few well placed holes, the same size as the bumps, but only on one side.

There is a serial number of some kind but no other insignia or brands, giving me no clue.

I don’t know what it is, and I would put a picture up, but I cant do a google image search if I don’t know its name. “take a picture of it” you say? Well that is a smashing idea except for 3 things. 1. I gave my brother my camera because it is the only coolpix of the three we own that hasn’t crapped out with lens errors. 2. my camera phone would work except that once again I am not entirely sure what I did with the gizmo that transfers pictures. 3. I don’t want to allocate too much time to this weird thing.

But it certainly has piqued my interest.