Monday, November 16, 2009

Taken out of context.

I just finished reading the Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. I picked it up at the used bookstore in Campbell. The person who had it before me underlined one sentence in the book: I collected men with interesting names. I wonder what it was about that sentence that made her pick up a pen and underline it in blue. Maybe she aspired to collect men with interesting names. Maybe she thought that was an important theme for the book. It was only on page 51, so maybe she thought she was going to find other gems in the following 193 pages. But that was the only thing that was underlined in the whole book, so she either didn't finish it or she didn't find anything else that resonated with her. I assume it was a she, though I suppose it could have been a he. A he with a burning desire to collect men with interesting names.

posted by Cindy-Lou @ 7:00 PM |

Friday, November 13, 2009

So no one told you life was gonna be this way *clapclapclapclap*

I wish I had known how fucking hard it is to be happy as an adult. When you're a kid you think life is all sunshine and rainbows, and you think it's going to stay that way. Nobody prepares you for the later years when your life falls apart. Completely.
Maybe while we're teaching our kids not to chew with their mouths open we should also give them a heads up that no, life is not what they're expecting. You think you're going to get out of school, get a great job that you love, meet someone, get married, buy a house, have 2.5 kids, and live happily ever after? Keep in mind, kiddo, that over the course of the following 6 to 10 years you and your wife might grow so far apart that you have nothing in common and can't stand to be in the same room. That house that you just finished working on might go to some other couple who are at the beginning of the lie. And those friends you think you can lean on? They're all going through their own shit. Marriages dissolving, diseases claiming one limb after another, special needs children. Nobody has time anymore. Nobody has the energy. They might care, but it won't matter. You're on your own. So get used to taking care of yourself. Because life is really fucking hard.






"is a brighter discontent the best that I can hope to find?"

posted by Cindy-Lou @ 10:30 AM |

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

My fan lied to me!

And speaking of inanimate objects pulling pranks on you, my TV Guide totally Rick Rolled me last week. There was an article on Rick Springfield's appearance on the show Californication and the title of the article was Rick Role.
Which of course made that song get stuck in my head.

They also had an interview with the chick who plays Dexter's sister/wife, Deb. They asked her if it was annoying when people wrote all over the internet that Dexter married his sister. She replied that yes it was annoying, and they don't even have it right because Deb and Dexter aren't related by blood, Dexter is adopted.

That's an interesting argument, Deb. But personally, I would have gone with the trusty: It's a show, and those are characters we play. It's not real.

Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down...

posted by Cindy-Lou @ 12:00 PM |

Saturday, October 24, 2009

One blog for sale! One blog for sale! One crying and spying young blog for sale!

Wow, remember when I used to write on this thing? Remember when I used to be funny?
(remember when Jeremy answered no to those questions in my comments?)

I was at a light the other day and the woman behind me was eating what I think was toast in the car behind me. She chewed with her mouth open. I don't understand how someone gets to adulthood thinking that it's ok to chew with their mouth open. Didn't she have parents? Or do you think her parents chew with their mouths open, too? Maybe her parents didn't want to damage her fragile self esteem by telling her she's doing something wrong. But that's just gross. And about a week ago I saw an older couple, probably in their sixties, both of them chewing their gum like cows. Cows, I tell you. So listen. If you have kids, please teach them to chew with their mouths closed. Nobody wants to see that shit.

posted by Cindy-Lou @ 9:30 AM |

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Missed Connections.

You: Smelled very strongly of onions at ten in the morning.
Me: Completely grossed out and thinking you are a disgusting pig and how about you move your fat pig face to North Dakota where they tolerate freak pigs like you because frankly, they'll take what they can get.

Now that I think about it, that's not much of a missed connection. That totally belongs in Rants and Raves.

Nobody ever Raves in Rants and Raves.

posted by Cindy-Lou @ 11:00 AM |

Thursday, July 30, 2009

I saw dolphins at the beach today.


I also saw another one of those stupid Nissan Cubes on my way over the hill. This is the second one I've seen; I saw one a few weeks ago on 280. I suppose I could choose to believe it was the same one, and there aren't two people in the bay area who think this car is a good idea. Don't we have enough ugly cars on the road, what with the rising popularity of the Smart Car plus every 5th car being a damn Prius? Come on, guys. You can get good gas mileage in a nice looking car, you don't need to resort to this. I'd even accept the Mini, even though I don't think you'd survive a wreck with a Big Wheel. Let's just think about our car purchases a little before going out and getting the next "hot" car, ok? I'm depending on you.

But really, just if you live in California. The rest of the country can drive whatever they want as long as they stay over there.

posted by Cindy-Lou @ 7:30 PM |

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

iPod on shuffle.

I heard a Curtis Peoples song followed by a Toad the Wet Sprocket song.

Which is funny because Curtis Peoples opened for Toad last weekend.

posted by Cindy-Lou @ 5:00 PM |