random minutia

i'm listening to Cake... 'cuz i'm going the distance.




so i was telling kate tonight that chris can't make the swimshower show on friday because he has to attend the math conference at UMD. uncontrollable laughter ensued. on her part ONLY, chris, i SWEAR. sort of. no, but really, here's kate's vision of a math conference:

man in a white lab coat with a pocket protector stands next to similarly dressed colleague and says:

"so what do you think of 5s?"




everyone MUST read The Wacky Neighbor blog (thewackyneighbor.blogspot.com). please note the entry for a genuine valentine card as offered by our government.




so what happens to dick cheney now? and if, by a long shot, after a series of unfortunate events, he needs to be replaced as VEEP, who, oh who will the shrub choose as his new second? this question sparked spirited debate among the reznick's cubes today, as some predicted condi rice as the most likely candidate, while some were just hoping for a constitutional wormhole that would eliminate the need for a VEEP until the next election. i mean, wouldn't that be a good idea? then karl rove can get the recognition as puppet master that he truly deserves. i hate to see anybody go unsung...




so it's valentine's day. and apparently, in japan, women are strongly encouraged to buy chocolates and various and sundry items for the men, to include bosses and other platonic acquaintances, in their lives. yeahhhhhhhhhhh... not so much my bag. i think, if i got to wave the magic wand, that i would construct valentine's day as follows. first of all, no more Kay's jewelers commercials. a kiss does NOT begin with Kay. who the hell is Kay? i don't share well with other children, and i DON'T share my chris with Kay. i hate her. second, chocolate and peanut butter would automatically have zero calories while retaining all flavors and various other good qualities. so really, a kiss would begin with Ben & Jerry's peanut butter cup ice cream. last, i want an equal opportunity holiday. i think that's what most people hate about 2/14; even for folks who are happily one with themselves, calling friends/family/coworkers their valentines is somehow considered cheating.

wtf!

so my magic non-hallmark holiday will consist of a fun dinner out, or maybe chinese ordered in, drinking and playing trivia pursuit, and then getting existential for hours before passing out.





excellent.