Missing...

One (1) intellect.
Fatigue? Apathy? Melancholy? Stupidity? I just can't seem to throw words together into a coherent sentence lately.

So if anyone should happen to see my creative genius wandering the streets unattended, would they kindly tell it that I miss it very much and direct it back here? Its really not used to being out on its own. I *shudder* to think what it might do if left to its own devices, unchaperoned by its trusty companions logic and maturity.

Funny thing is, I feel it swirling around my insides, taunting me. Just out of my grasp, stir crazy of sorts, ready to beat down the door of my body in order to get out and be expressed. (Much like the Huskies do when they miss a couple walks, now that I think about it!) It sits, poised, ready to strike, its muscles' twitching with anticipation. But I sit down to write/think/read/play music/even do yoga (!) and suddenly and without explanation, nothing happens. Its in there, I just can't get it to come out. Y'think they make a creativity Ex-Lax?

Life According to Google

I've seen this idea on some other people's blogs, and am searching for meaning in my life today, so I decided to visit the Oracle of Google hoping to gain knowledge. Enter "[your name] [some verb]" (ie: "Marisa wants", "Marisa likes") and search. Here are my favorites:

*Marisa likes toaster pastries and music. [Who doesn't?]
*Marisa likes red wine and white cowboys. [but not pink boys that whine]
*Marisa likes having power! [it gets spooky at night when the lights go out]
*Marisa will see if the department will fund us a dry erase calendar. [I do what I can]
*Marisa will meet Cesar, a man who will disappoint her. [et tu, Brute?]
*Marisa needs to tell him what really happened. [trust me, its better if he doesn't know]
*Marisa needs to come down to San Diego more. [agreed]
*Marisa needs prescription medication everyday. [the white ones silence the voices in my head; the red ones are for constipation]
*Marisa is amazing! [yea, but I try not to let it go to my head!]
*Marisa is a popular aquarium snail. [I think we already covered this in a previous post]
*Marisa is correct, but Marisa is also a pig. [meh! I'm rubber, you're glue...]
*Marisa has made it her mission to break down the walls of silence.[take *that*, silence!]
*Marisa has answers. [questions, anyone?]
*Marisa has one younger brother, Adam. [actually, his name is Blake. And he doesn't like being blogged about. Blake, Blake, Blake.]

Rant:

... Radio DJs who play U2's "Sunday, Bloody Sunday" every freakin' Sunday!! Yes, we get it -- the song says Sunday and today is Sunday. You're very clever. Now play something else, please.

Deep Thoughts

Does anyone else find it disconcerting that the blog spell checker doesn't recognize the word "blog"?

Just wondering ....

Antedated Post

Sometimes it takes me awhile to draft and edit a post. Especially if the subject matter is something I feel passionately about, I can spend days pondering exactly how to phrase a sentence so that it says precisely what I want it to say. (Ok, so what .... I'm a perfectionist with OCD tendencies!)

When my opus is finally complete, I generally change the date so that it appears as the newest post on the blog, and I feel all warm and fuzzy for having posted recently. However, as with the post I just published, sometimes the subject matter is date sensitive, and it would throw everything all out of whack to have it published out of order. And that would be unacceptable! (See above OCD reference.)

All this is to say that I just posted on September 27. My first political post (hey, you can't live in Washington and remain neutral!) Read if you want, comment if you wish. But most importantly, have a great day today ... TGIF! Woo-hoooooo!!!

66 SUCKS

Extra bonus kudos to the bright soul who penned the above moniker for use as his vanity license plate. As I and (approximately) 82,874 of my closest friends faced the hellacious eight lanes of bidirectional traffic that is Northern Virginia's Interstate 66, I spotted this plate and smiled. I (almost) didn't even mind that the driver was shooting his car across two lanes of traffic without using a turn signal. There, in plain stamped metal, was the manifestation of a thousand thoughts: 66 SUCKS. Nice alliteration, to boot!

Just for the Blog of it

Really nothing new to report, but I haven't posted in awhile so I'm logging on to say "booyah!"

I had a really great weekend. I DIDN'T WORK!!! ...Not a single day -- didn't carry the pager, didn't call to check in, didn't deal with a single work-related issue. Life, like the weather, was grand.

I went pumpkin picking on Saturday. I'll admit that I wasn't as jazzed about this as I thought I'd be. I was feeling quite grumpy and recluse when I woke up, but a little preemptive retail therapy cheered me right up. I ran home and changed into an orange v-neck tee and jeans, adorned my toesies with rings, and drove to the pumpkin farm, where I met a group of friends and acquaintances. I came home with the ass-kickingest pumpkin EVER!

Sunday brought with it more shopping (found an awesome coat at Nine West - yay!, went up a size in Gap jeans - boo!) and a movie. I saw "Lord of War" with Blake. It was higher on drama but lower on action than I expected (although with some impressive gore). I dug it. And I saw a preview for "Jarhead", which intrigued me.

So there you have it: five paragraphs of Life As I Know It.

...Booyah! (Six :D )