Discovery 1: Sticking to just the 300 songs thing is boring for both you and I, so regular blogging will resume alongside the songs thing.
Discovery 2: Most of you like the multiple song entries as opposed to the single song entries, so I’ll go back to that – and most likely do that once a day, in my evening post. Ten songs or so at a time.
Discovery 3: This guy rules. I hope he puts as much thought and effort into his marriage as he did into his proposal. Either way, this is a kick ass way to ask someone to marry you. It made me smile.
Discovery 4: When I was very young, the only thing more exciting than the New Fall Season! issue of TV Guide was the arrival of the Sears and Penney’s Christmas catalogs. Someone has scanned entire Sears and Penneys catalogs from my youth and put them online.
What’s interesting is how all the girl’s toys involved cooking, child raising, grooming and….being a cashier in a grocery store.
Which leads to
Discovery 5: Flava Flav owes a debt of gratitude to the Sears catalog of 1971.
Discovery 6: Some people should have their parenting licenses taken away. Not really a new discovery, but people find a new way to piss me off every day. Or at least make me shake my head in amazement. To wit: Parents begin potty training at birth. Not just potty training. But doing a whole diaper-free thing. So when they have to go, they go. This woman is talking about her precious little bare-assed snowflake:
“Sometimes I don’t know what’s gonna happen and it doesn’t work, and sometimes I feel a little embarrassed,” Arnesen said. “It makes her happy though, right? She smiles, she’s happy.”
I want to smother that woman with a diaper. THIS, my friends, is how we raise self-centered, spoiled children who grow up to be self-centered, spoiled adults who think they deserve to be happy just on the basis of existing and who will now think that the world is their toilet bowl. (link via lenin’s tomb)
And last but not least:
Discovery 7: My son knows how to play a pretty good prank. I found this on my computer screen when I got home from work Friday.
Click for bigger. Let me tell you, it gave me a near heart attack. I was cursing up a storm and wishing death on the Islander’s management and I even called my sister and made her start screaming as well. I don’t know how he did it (some kind of script), but he got me good. And now I need to figure out how to get him back.
That’s all the discovery I can handle for one morning.
