Living Social, you clever bastard

 

In my email this morning: 

Can this be considered subterfuge marketing?

 

You scream, I scream …

Websites do not need holidays off

Except for iTunes Connect, apparently, YOU BUMS.

Charming error messages are still error messages

Crazy baby chickens, I found your sister

Chickens from CuteOverload

Style Chicken!

Thanks to @ldbahr for linking to the style.com slideshow.

Thanks to salespeople for driving me to CuteOverload for therapy.

Good teamwork!

True Blood Haters Gonna Hate

Last night was one of True Blood‘s best episodes in quite some time, and for some reason my Atlantic post is getting comments from DETRACTORS.  One says she hopes I one day get a life (thanks, doll), the other is shocked — shocked! — that adults watch this show.  First off, let me say I’d be far more shocked if children were watching it.

Secondly, shut up.

TheLimited.com shows its limits

REASON #218 WHY I FRIGGIN HATE SHOPPING

Discounts, ur doing it wrong

See, look, my merchandise total is more than $150!  Why won’t you give me the $50 discount you promise RIGHT THERE?  Arghghghg.  And there’s no customer service email, you want me to CALL?  Not only does that require icky human interaction, then all my coworkers would know I’m slackering.  Boo hiss!

True Blood Bloody Ick

My latest True Blood recap is up, and I’m bitter at HBO for making me write it.  Reader, I love the show!  But the rapey murder perv-titillation scene at the end was just not cool.

Also, why does everything bad always happen to Tara?  Not the rapey murderish scene, of course, but she spends half her time getting hypnotized by evil beings in various forms, and the other half getting her heart broken by serial murderer boyfriends or her alcoholic mother (they alternate).  Give the poor girl a break!

Good Samaritan of the Day Award!

It is sweltering in DC today.  There were promises of thunderstorms, but they have not yet materialized, and to step outside is to begin to melt like butter, or candles, or lard, or anything greasy that melts in a sufficiently unpleasant way.  I had to run a quick errand for the sake of Personal Development, and as I passed the house of a charming family I chat with near-daily, my heart melted — but in a super-awesome-pleasant way, like chocolate for fondue or ice in a stiff happy hour beverage.

I knew these were Good People ever since I met their pugs, but this clinches it.  In front of their gate, and lining their (beautiful) garden pathway, they had stacked coolers filled with bottled water, and put a big sign up saying “Postman, UPS, FedEx, couriers, friends and neighbors — It’s hot outside. Please help yourself to some water.”

SEEEEE?  This is going straight on my list of why humanity still has some good left in it!  I think it is #4 or 5, but someday I’ll actually put the list up and we’ll know for sure.

True Blood #2 is live!

Enjoy, my lovelies.  I pity you for not watching this delightful show.

Nerd alert!

My bf is such a nerd he schedules his fantasy baseball trades on his google calendar.  That or he uses really weird code for his illicit affairs.

Though I guess I’m the one who has the gym schedule she never uses carefully entered in the pink squares in the background. . .  O Total Body Conditioning, you elusive beast . . .