Tuesday, August 30, 2005

On a lighter note...

I'm watching Rock Star INXS now, because the hurricane coverage was making me very sad (see below), anyway, WHAT is with Brooke Burke's hair and her thigh high white boots? Did we all get into a time capsule and travel back to the 80's? Could we get back in and travel somewhere else?
Dear CNN,

Thanks for showing me video of a poor little seal that was washed away in the hurricane, from the place where we were holding it in captivity, for our amusement.

I fell in love with the poor little thing who was, at the time, being splashed with water by awesome people who were trying to keep it alive until it was rescued.

And then thanks for UPDATING the story, by telling us that the cops decided that rather than splashing the seal with water until it could be looked at by PROFESSIONALS who deal with seals, they would shoot it in the head twice to "put it out of its misery."

Hope that you are never in a situation where somebody thinks that you are miserable and shoots you in the head.
I really, really hate the word verification thing that a lot of bloggers have put on their comments. Just delete the spam instead of making everybody that wants to comment try and decipher some hieroglyphic looking letters that are all mashed together. If you have this feature enabled and I don't leave you as many comments you'll know why. Or maybe I've just got my bitch on today and I'll feel totally different in a few days.
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Do you know any good songs to work out to?
The Trainspotting theme is one of the best but I need more.
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The oldest person in the world just died, why oh why does that keep happening?

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Those aren't cheekbones

they're just muscles from all the chewing.

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Sharkey's on the water

So they've been talking about tearing down the best patio bar here for years but apparently this is the last summer.

Used to be INFATUATED with girl on left's brother when I was a teenager. It was girl on right's birthday last night which is why she is wearing a fur tiara. I hope. Just kidding, I've known her forever and she is as sane as I am!

It was packed last night. Packed.

It does suck that they are tearing this place down, it's got a lot of character.

It might look like they kicked me out in this picture, but I am leaving willingly.

The guy waving goodbye i.d.'d me when I first got there. I rolled my eyes and showed him this first.

He said something like "How long have you been around for?" Yep.
Old school card.
Got to walk the red carpet rather than go around back to line up though.
And now a series of tipsy-camera-happy-girl takes a walk by herself. I can't imagine what anybody who might have seen this would be thinking.




And this is what is what I saw.

I managed to get home. I'll probably stay here all day and eat popsicles.

Friday, August 26, 2005

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Half-Nekkid Thursday


Want to play? Go to Obasso's blog in the sidebar for details.

Mrs. Krabappel and Principal Skinner were in the closet making babies and I saw one of the babies and the baby looked at me.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Gooseneck had one of those funny why it's great to a man lists on his blog and I told him that I was going to write one for why it's great to be a woman, which has been done before, but this is my list so it's better.

1...You always know the kid is yours (unless there's one of those crazy hospital mix ups).
2...You get off of elevators first (such gentlemen need to be thanked for their gentlemanliness by the way).
3...You can smell like any fruit or dessert you like and no one is going to call you gay.
4...You don't have to lift heavy stuff (unless you're a female body builder because then you like to for some unknown reason).
5...You can hug anyone you want at almost any time.
6...You make more money for being a stripper or a porn star.
7...You will never lose a game of "bag tag".
8...Purses.
9...You have a clue (ha! threw this in to make sure the boys were paying attention).
10..They're called boobs Ed.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005



Monday, August 22, 2005

Do you think I am weird enough to say to a complete stranger in an elevator:
"It SMELLS like you just got your hair done." ?
Why yes, yes I am.
I'm not sure why things come out of my mouth sometimes.
See my magazine cover over to the right?

If you want to make one of your own go here.

Saturday, August 20, 2005





Friday, August 19, 2005

Full Frontal Friday

Anti Blogger has come up with his own naked day. It's a little creepier than HNT and a lot less popular, SO FAR.

Here's my first submission for FFF.

To join the fun go see Anti Blogger in the side bar.
Oh and I forgot that yesterday was my Blogiversary.
Yes Binsk is one years and one day old today.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Half Nekkid Thursday

What IS that?

Want to play? Go to Obasso's blog in the sidebar for details.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

The Past is Over

From a book I am reading:

"Oh, you say, if only I knew then what I know now my whole life would be different. Of course it would. But guess what?? You didn't know. Or if you did, you didn't do what you knew you needed to be doing.
So it's DONE. FINISHED. SETTLED.
Sometimes life is unfair.
But that's okay.
You can move on.
You can get over it.
Stop asking yourself why you didn't do what you should have done. The real question is: What are you going to do about it now?"

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Jann Arden's thoughts

"There are days, that turn into weeks, that turn into months, where all I do is think. I go through a series of events that are so old and unimportant – and I don't know why – trying desperately to understand why I did certain things, why I loved certain people, why I was driven towards them, into them, and eventually out of them. What was love to me? Did I ever really love at all, or was it an illusion of what I dreamed love should be? Are we what we think we are and nothing more? Is reality a figment of one's imagination? Is love the fear of mortality? I do know that when I have fallen in love (and I have been in love in my life); I have felt so weightless and alive and as close to beauty as I will surely ever come. It's damn near killed me, but you do go on. It is the condition we humans treasure most; survival of the heart. Love sickness has killed people, as surely as lightning. (I prefer lighting over dying by love). To be struck by love is a bitter sweetness that will curl your innards and sever your very tongue. It is not often that I am speechless, but heartbreak renders me silent. There, in loss, is where stillness finds me, sitting in a chair, dying by inches. Heartbreak has moulded my very personality; it is what I have become. Being broken has its perks...I don't know what they are yet, but they are, nonetheless, improving me. Heartbreak...I don't mind it though...it somehow is the essence of what I do and what I aspire to do; to live fully and completely, surrounding myself with pain and pleasure and knowing the lines that make me stay within them. The lines that I will no longer cross are the ones I treasure most. I have no desire to go back to old pains, I prefer the company of new ones. As you get older, you can make sense of them all. You can shine a light on them and study the effects they have on your art, your words, your humanity. Pain is an artist’s dearest and truest companion."
Girl walks into a...

Bar. She asks this chick in the bathroom how old she is and she says "I will be 21 in nine days." Oh. Chick says "How old are you?" I tell her. Her jaw drops and she jumps around saying "No your not, I thought you were younger than meeeeeeeeee...what do you doooooooooo?" Well currently I am drinking beer and smoking.

Taxi. She asks the taxi driver how we can stop terrorism. Taxi driver doesn't seem to have the answer. He tells her he is from Canada. She says "No you're not. Listen to your accent." Girl keeps patient taxi driver talking about ridiculous things for another 10 minutes in her DRIVEWAY. They shake hands and taxi driver escapes.

Clothing store. Buys nice clothes for work. Sales girl says in a cute little Slavic accent "My mother always say we are not reeeech enough to buy cheap clothing" Smart mother. Any time you are feeling guilty about buying expensive clothes remember this girl's mother...it will take all of the guilt away.
1. Yaz - Only You
2. Trooper - 3 Dressed Up as a Nine
3. The Trews - Tired of Waiting
4. Keane - Somewhere Only we Know
5. Sinead O'Connor - The Emperor's New Clothes
6. Shaye - Happy Baby
7. Payolas - Never Said I Loved You
8. Lynard Skynard - Simple Man
9. Lowest of the Low - Black Monday
10. Green Day - Give Me Novacaine

These are the songs I am currently into.
Sorry it took me so long to answer you Bacon.

Friday, August 12, 2005

I love gay internet quizzes, yes I do



You are Strawberry
Fun, flirty, and fresh.
You're a complete sweetheart that makes everyone smile!

That's true...and it could explain the bee problem.

What Scent Are You?

Link thanks to The Ice Palace

A bee flew into my car probably because I smell like a sweet, sweet flower. I started to make non words like "glao, gah, unk...mab" He seemed to know that I meant "Get out of my car bee" and he flew away. I'm sure people have died like that driving with those crazy bees dive bombing them.
I'm moving one cubicle to the left...

You heard me right. It's going to be so sweet. Life is just starting to blossom for me.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Chick walks into a store...

Cashier girl: "What did you doooooooo?"

Me: *staring blankly at cashier girl thinking maybe she has one of those funny eye things where it looks like she's talking to me but she's talking to the person beside me or behind me*

Cashier girl: "It looked like you had trouble walking in here."

Me: "Oh, yeah I started running yesterday."

I am a Lose ER.
So there's this guy in my office who like your normal co-worker people will say "Hi Robin" when we are passing eachother in the hall. Cool. So I say "Hi Kevin" and he usually says "What's up?" or "How are you?" and I answer him with your standard "Nothing much and you?" or "I'm good thanks. How are you doing?". Sounds normal enough right? The problem is he never answers my last question. There's just silence as I walk away. The first time I said "Good thanks, how are you?" and he didn't answer I figured he just didn't hear me, but he does it EVERY time.
Odd isn't it?

Sunday, August 07, 2005

Memphis Steve says:

"I'm so lost. I don't know what I'm going to do, but I can't keep doing this over and over again. No hope, no light, no love, no nothing. You go wherever it is you think you need to go. I'm going my own way and if you don't want to come I'm not going to wait for you to change your mind. As soon as that gate drops I'm going full throttle down that track and away from here. And I'm not going to look back to see if you're coming with me."

I say: Ditto.
Turtle Lake is Turtley Goodness...







"You know they're friendly right? And besides they're screwing"

Friday, August 05, 2005

I saw this on Jerk's and Lisa's blogs so I made a quiz of my own. If you are very bored you should take it.


A little quiz about me

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Because I am a compliment junky and I guess I want to brag, here's what Zona Boy said today about my photo blog:

"Just wanted to say that I liked everything I saw. You have a very good eye. The camera has very little to do with photography composition. Hopefully I'll remember my way in and make it back here.

warmest regards"

Thanks Zona Boy.

Monday, August 01, 2005