thing one and thing two

1) i want this dress to be my wedding dress.

and i want to keep it pink because it is beautiful like a rose petal and who doesn't want to look like a rose petal on their wedding?  no one i care to know, unless you're a boy, in which case i can think of quite a few who don't want to look anything like a rose petal ever.  wedding dresses are generally supposed to be white, though.  so, that is problematic.  as is the fact that it is expensive.  and that i'm not engaged.  i guess what i'm trying to say is that i want to both thank and curse jayne for posting this picture on my wall.  

2) you should not blow your nose like a fog horn in the middle of class.  you just should not.  it is terrible and disgusting.  and don't add insult to injury by blowing that crap into a rough brown paper towel procured from the bathroom.  it is not absorbent.  it is one step up from expelling your nose contents into a piece of lined paper.  all of those boogers will wind up in your hand and not in the towel which leaves my ears ringing from your nasal-honk and stomach churning at the mess now being wiped on your pant.  i'm just saying.

winter schminter

each winter i feel increasingly more like this tiger:

not so much about living in a small place with double-glazing, or about feeling like a kind of piece of object in a box, or about being a car-NI-vore eating fresh meat instead of potatoes.

but for sure about living in a hot country that i have a good weather, a space with blue skies that i can see the sun every day, alright.  that i have nice weather, that i can just have nice water that i can dive to swim in, it means a tropical country.  it's easy.  any part of the world, but hot.  name it.  and i'll go.

preach, brother.

enough of this 12 degree weather already.

(and thank you, gretch.  you know how i love this clip.)