Flipped off by a mouse...

Apparently my disgruntled paper-pusher attitude is coming back to haunt me. I'm convinced that my cursor keeps flipping me off. You know how the arrow turns into a little hand when it hovers over a link? Well, every time I try to click on something, for one brief, R-rated instant, my little hand cursor gives me the finger. I wish I were joking.

In other odd ramblings, I saw this headline today. Hmm, so let me get this straight--I can believe in crop circles and little green men, but because I use birth control I'm basically going to hell. And people wonder why I don't consider myself Catholic anymore. The fact that the Pope looks like a gremlin doesn't help matters any either.

In un-grouchy news (I have my moments): I'm obsessed with our DVR. OnDemand rocks! I was looking through its list of free movies and came across a beloved childhood favorite: The Care Bears Movie. I sat there and watched the whole thing. Very emotionally satisfying. And do you know why? Because: "it's great to be...in that Care Bear family!"

Wow, I seem to run in extremes. Either totally crabby or totally corny.

I Like it, I Love it, I Want Some More of it!

I like this Thursday Three concept. Sort of like the lazy person's idea of participation. Again (because I've just sat through a 3 hour faculty meeting and have been sapped of all creativity) I present 3 Random Things in the Life of Virginia:

1. I got an A- in my Human Development course! Woo-hoo! Or, if this were 1996, I would have said, "I spanked my Human Development course!" Of course I was never one to use slang because I could never quite pull it off. This "spanked" phenomenon whipped my senior class into quite the frenzy that year.

2. I'm taking suggestions on how to fill the katrillion bookshelves in our living room. Perhaps a shrine to Gilmore Girls: An I-heart-Paris shelf. An I-hate-Logan shelf. A Luke's Diner shelf. I'm talking myself into this idea more and more:

3. I'm bummed that Mario was kicked off DWTS. He's much better than Marissa--I absolutely loved his Viennese Waltz. The judges were so two-faced with their criticism: "Mario, that was your best dance! The best dance of the night!" And then two seconds later give him a 9. Whatever, losers.

Pour Some Sugar on Me

Hello! And welcome to your daily dose of ranting (DDR, if you will): I've been a paper-pusher for quite a while...worked my way up the paper-pushing ranks. I've seen and heard all kinds of random situations, yet I'm still fascinated by the depths of some people's stupidity. How do these people function on an everyday basis? How in the world can you expect people to read your mind? How can you just walk into (for example) the College of Business and ask some vague-ass question like, "I need to talk to someone about business."

Now a nice person would sit there and explain that there are several different departments that make up the COB and try to narrow down the possibilities.

And then there's me.

"The entire building's the COB."

Student: "Well, someone who can tell me about the business courses."

Me: "In which department? Marketing? International Business? Accounting?"

Student: [blank stare, shrugs] "I don't know."

Me: "Then I don't know how to help you."

It sounds mean, but I call it tough love. If you coddle them now, these are going to be the same people asking you to do every little thing down the road. I know of what I speak.

Seriously. Would you walk into a grocery store and ask the people working there to help you find food?

"What kind of food?"

"I don't know. Edible food."

See? Same thing. DDR over.

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who suggests that Virginia run for cover.

Thursday Three

I applaud people who take the time to do Thursday Thirteen. But I'm lazy. And what I'm about to say is totally apropos of nothing, but: my previous sentence just reminded me of an episode of Designing Women where my BFF Dixie Carter says, "Quite frankly, I find you rude, lazy, horny and dumb." Hee.

Anyway, I'm going to embark on a Thursday Three adventure. We'll see how long this lasts.

Random Tidbits from the Life of Virginia

Tidbit 1: I was at my parents' house the other day when I noticed a gray hair. I gasped as my Mom strolls around the corner. She sees me examining the gray hair and says, "Wow. You're old." Heart you, too, Mom.

Tidbit 2: We have a house! Well, sort of. We're renting, but it's so incredibly cute! The best part is the kitchen. It's set up with a 50's theme and has a coffee cup border. It totally reminds me of Lorelai's kitchen! I've started calling the house The Baltimore. Jason asked if I could name it after something that wasn't "the most crime-ridden city in America". Always raining on my parade, that one.

Tidbit 3: Even though I swore up and down that I wouldn't dye my hair again (it took me SO long to get back to boring brown), I've been thinking of going red. Not Carrot Top red...more like Debra Messing reddish or Amy Adams reddish in Enchanted. Thoughts?

Follow-up to Tidbit 2: I just wiki'ed Baltimore, MD. I hate it when he's right:

CNN/Morgan Quitno "Most Dangerous City" Rankings (2007) ranks Baltimore as the 12th most dangerous American city.

According to crime statistics there were 269 homicides in Baltimore in 2005, giving it the highest homicide rate per 100,000 of all U.S. cities of 250,000 or more population. The homicide rate in Baltimore is nearly seven times the national rate, six times the rate of New York City, and three times the rate of Los Angeles.

Though the crime situation in Baltimore is considered one of the worst in the nation, city officials have pointed out that most violent crimes, particularly homicides, are committed by people who know their victims and who are often associated with the illegal drug trade.