Category Archives: Dork

The B.A.T. and me

I sold my Altima for the upcoming vagabondery and bought a Big Ass Truck last night. It was a leftover from 2008, never been titled that had been aggressively discounted.

It’s got some crazy bells and whistles and notably, OnStar. I’ve been on the “phone” with them twice so far – just at the dealership – getting things setup, etc. It sent me a vehicle information summary, all about oil life, fuel filter life, mileage, even my tire pressure. It’s all very big brother, but cool at the same time – I haven’t figured out how to reconcile that, not that I have much choice in the matter now so I’m free to remain a little conflicted about that, but yay BAT!

Now all I needs is to save up to have the hitch installed. And some running boards (assist step) so MJ has less trouble getting in.

It didn’t work

I’ve been getting to bed/sleep between 1-2 in the morning lately, generally having to wake between 7 and 8.  That amount of sleep doesn’t work for me.  So last night, being horribly exhausted after the weekend of baking, raids and driving up and down I-95 to Bel Air, Woodstown, Bel Air and home again, I decided I’d be “good” and go to bed early.  Early being 10:30ish.

Naturally, I passed right out. . .and woke right up at 4am.  I played some solitaire til I felt sleepy again and then tried sleep again.  It didn’t work.  My mind was racing and for some reason or other had some random thought about Fight Club and dissociative disorders.  So I got up around 5 something and mucked about on the internetz until 7, when MJ got up.  I figured I’d try for a little nap and passed out.  I had a really strange dream that MJ was a college professor (which she is) but that she was also a graduate assistant and her professor was trying to take credit for a work she was trying to get published.  They bantered back and forth about “it’s my work” “no, it’s mine..” for a good while and a crowd had gathered just as MJ bellowed, “Humans crossbred with dogs can’t WRITE!!”  Just wacky.

I woke up late for work, feeling groggy and completely out of it.  I’m still not really awake.

I’m going to do this once more tonight.  Bring on the sleep!

On writing

I think I enjoy the promise of a blank Moleskine vesus the reality of filling one up.  Much like I enjoy the promise of a blog versus posting to it.  No wonder I’m thinking of changing the design here again. . .

But I will say that I was most pleased to discover a compact version of my favorite pen.  That brings the reality of a Moleskine’s true purpose a little closer, but still requires a little more than I’m ready to give.

That said and completely unrelated, I hope you’re all having a pleasant holiday season.

Award Winning™

I am now officially Award Winning™ and as such can now (legitimately) refer to myself as such and answer when addressed as such.  As such (I felt it crying out for another). Award Winning™ Lex, or Award Winning™ LtG .. I’ll answer to either.   :P

The whole thing was MJ’s idea and I only went along with it because it made her eyes sparkle like a mad scientist, which I found both cute and oddly – sexy.

I didn’t really think I had a shot because I figure most people who enter that sort of thing have been working diligently all year to perfect their recipe and I just made the same old cake I always make with no adjustment other than to make it in my mother’s oven because mine is tempermental and inconsistent for being a gas oven.

So, I have the third best poundcake in all of Maryland (this week).  There was a another competition last week where prizes were also awarded in this category.   So maybe I have the 6th best poundcake in all of Maryland.   Or rather, my grandmother does, since it is her recipe.  Whichever.  You may still refer to me as Award Winning™ Lex.

Had to share, cuz that’s just funny.

If You Have Unprotected Sex, You May Hear the Pitter-Patter of Tiny Treats

Blond guy: Hey dude, last week I was sooo drunk.
Brown haired guy: Oh what happened?
Blond guy: I was at a bar, right? Pissed drunk. Then I saw this hot girl, took her over to my place and she slept over. We had a great time until we woke up, and the bed was covered in like sixty individually wrapped Kinder chocolates. I have no idea where they came from, neither one of us were German! They were just all over the bed. ’til this day, I still don’t know where they came from…
Brown haired: Wow.

–74th St Deli

Overheard by: Stephanie
via Overheard in New York, May 13, 2008