Monday, February 26

Rescue Rangers

Ok so my idea here was to say something about how I didn't want to blog about the Oscars, but about a news story I saw AFTER the Oscars in which a little girl was attacked by a squirrel (who wanted her sun chips). Unfortunately I can't find a link to that story. However, upon googling squirrel attacks in Virginia I did find this little gem, which is both hysterical and recent enough to be noteworthy.

I believe this is my favorite excerpt:

"At that point, the communications major said she tried to unlatch Toby by beating it against the bench.

'What else do you do in that situation?' she asked. "There's no stop, drop and roll.' "


No, indeed not.

Wait a minute, I just noticed that the squirrel also has a name. Seriously? It gets better and better.

And I know that 'Rescue Rangers' is a pretty irrelevant title, even if you disregard the fact that the Rescue Rangers were chipmunks. But its 9am and you just can't expect greatness that early. Now off to the gym.

Thursday, February 22

You are so beautiful

I got a new pod!

He looks something like this:
It's all very exciting. It even makes me WANT to go to the gym (well, at least once)! No more having to watch horrible shows, like the ever-repetitive CNN headline news, or I Love New York, or some basketball game that I don't care about!

Also, I recognize that I need to blog more and about things that are actually interesting, or at least humorous. So I will work on that.

In the meantime, everyone should read a book by Ondaatje. He makes me happy to be an English major. And since I'm at the point in my life where I've realized this may not provide me with a future, this is a very big deal.

Saturday, February 3

A Terrible Tragedy

So the other day I was at the gym- first sign of bad things to come- and I get on the eliptical with my ipod. And at some point some hand-cord tangling occurs, sending my poor little pod plummeting to the ground. But he was retrieved for me by a fellow eliptical-er, and worked just fine for the duration of my gym time.

THEN I try to turn him on when I get home and I get THIS:
How horrible is that? It couldn't give me a more generic symbol, which only would have alerted me to the demise of my pod upon further research? No, it shows me a picture where a pod has X's for eyes! And a sad face! Sigh.

I guess for awhile I'll have to fall asleep in silence, actually pay attention to people as I walk through campus, and work out to whatever the wm rec people decide to put on tv. Sad.