seven ± two
The magical number seven, plus or minus two, refers to the capacity of our short-term memory.
Sometimes I post about science & literature & culture & whatnot.
But mostly, pictures of puppies, babies, and food and other random things that nobody else would care about will be posted ad nauseam.
Sorry.
You can holler at me here: sevenplusminustwo@gmail.com
I have another, wordier tumblr here.
I also post really awesome things with some snarky, sexy ladies over here.
20my uncle just created a facebook profile for his 8-yr-old son so we can talk to each other online
and so i can finally stop crying to his father about how his son is going to grow up and forget all about me [they moved to florida 6 years ago or so] and how i used to babysit for him and play with him on the back porch and make him squeal and giggle in such a way that even our cantankerous old neighbors would smile at us when they saw us and how one time when we were playing computer games together on pbs.org when he was like 4 years old and we were there for hours and then i left while he was taking his bath without saying goodbye and his mother told me that he came out and looked for me and was very sad that i had left without saying goodbye, and i shed numerous tears over it.
There are seriously so many other pictures I could have chosen of this kid but this is my favorite photo of him ever and I am starting to freak the hell out because I don’t really remember the details behind the story anymore.
editing my resume
me: lol i think it’s time to get rid of the part where i mention writing for the music section of the school paper in college
that aint gettin’ me nowheres
and it’s taking up space
Ale: hahaa
maybe under interests?
me: when jeanne was going through her turmoil of finding everyone that got hired after me, she told me that she doesnt really care about the skills/interest section
i never even had an interest section. i had a skills section tho. which i also took out.
everything in it seemed so “eh so what”
Ale: yah but this is schoool
not work
me: oh true..
lol i should link to my blog
HAHA JUST KIDDING
Ale: no
me: i said i was kidding..!
man that’d be so much easier tho
Ale: lol
me: who wouldn’t wanna hire/admit someone who loves puppies, food, and john cho as much i do?
and harry potter and buffy
it’s a baby pug in a sweater; i can’t do better than that.
nope
Glee Cast - Imagine
Okay, I try really hard not to listen to the tracks before the episode airs… but this is Imagine, you guys! And you know what? It’s good.
One day, I will stop reblogging/uploading Glee songs. One day..
:D` ` ` `
That face is me drooling with an open mouth.
Wheee! Look what came in the mail today! And that didn’t take long at all!
Bring It On Home to Me - Colin Meloy & Laura Gibson
originally by Sam Cooke
(posted by sometimesagreatnotion)
Mr. Bacon’s Big Adventure board game, $22 from Fred Flare.
(via)
Mr. Bacon’s big adventure…. en route to your belly? Okay, I’d buy that.
Thanksgiving 2009
Ha, it says a lot, volumes, TOMES even, about me that for the Thanksgiving-esque dinner I am forcing my immediate family to have with me this year, the only items on the menu I am sure about thus far are the desserts.
That’s right. Desserts. I am attempting to make another pumpkin pie. This time, I will intentionally leave it unsweetened for all the diabetics in the family. And while I was picking up the crust and the filling, I saw a box of Pillsbury Quick Bread for pumpkin bread. Obviously, I had to get it. And then for some reason, I bought a shortbread crust and some strawberry filling, thinking of the package of cream cheese I already have in the fridge so at some point this weekend, I think I’ll be making some strawberry cheesecake as well… ?
But I also picked up the things I need to make some goat cheese mashies w/ coffee gravy because you know for damned sure that as soon as I saw the ingredients for that dish I was like: ME WANTS IT.
So there you go.
Thanksgiving 2009 menu:
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goat cheese mashed potatoes with coffee gravy
- ETA: many many many carb-loving thanks to john cabrera and his competitive streak, without which i would probably never learn the existence of and anticipate such foodgasmly delight
- pumpkin bread
- pumpkin pie
- some green things
- some sort of meat thing
- my mom’s pork chops are quite nommy so I might make her make them - I mean, this was never going to be a traditional Thanksgiving dinner anyway, so why the heck not?
Ha. Nice, right?
