I just wanna give a big, damp Kleenex congratulations to Diablo Cody. Damp partly because there were inhuman amounts of infectious snot coming out of my nose tonight while I was watching the Oscars, but mostly because as soon as I saw her starting to cry, I of course started crying myself. And the Dior dress was beautiful.
I'd first like to point out that I, Pitufresa, bowled a strike in frame one.
Secondly, I just wanted to express my enthusiasm for the word "pitufresa." Pitufo means Smurf in Spanish, and fresa means strawberry. Put them together and you have the word for Smurfberry: pitufresa!
My choice in aliases for our bowling adventure sparked a conversation about Smurfs, mainly a few things about the show that we couldn't remember. Like why did the Smurfs eat Smurfberries? Was it just because they liked them, or was it because they got superpowers or something from them? Also, why was Gargamel always trying to catch the Smurfs? Did he want to eat them? Wikipedia offers no answers to these questions, and none of us could remember back that far.
My illness has evolved into Snot Factory USA. There's so much crap in my sinuses that my ears pop like I'm on an airplane. The neti pot is offering temporary relief, but the stuff is like Armus. Indestructible.
After feeling sorry for myself for 3 days straight, I finally had to get out of the house last night. My cousin met me at Elsie's and we bowled a few games. Though there are so very many unhygienic things about going bowling, I figured I couldn't get any sicker. My fingers are crossed.
I still plan on going to this Tweet and Meet business tomorrow night, though.
I nearly died last night. I was carrying a 102-degree fever for the better part of 12 hours, and I'm in recovery today. Also, as opposed to what some people like Steve Marsh were thinking, it was not sex-related.
Here are some photos from the vita.mn Hotties party on Friday. I'd like to personally thank everyone for dressing up and looking so great.
I forgot what else I was gonna blog about, but that's because I'm probably slightly brain damaged from aforementioned fever. Hopefully more synapses will be firing tomorrow.
FYI, I was two beers and a shot into it by the time the interview started. Also, while I'm glad I never threw that dress away (purchased at Ragstock in 1998 for a PJ Harvey Halloween costume) I have to wonder why I occasionally insist on wearing my hair like that.
Be sure to watch Drinking With Ian tonight, because I'm on it. Cable channel details (which vary by your location) are on the site. I'm told you will also be able to watch it there on the site, sometime tomorrow at the latest.
If you didn't already see it here or here, I'm looking to buy a new bed. I was leaning heavily towards the Sleep Number, but now I might have to check out the Tempur-Pedic. Anybody have any other suggestions?
Random press release: Operation Glass Slipper is accepting donated prom dresses through March 15th. The Anderson Cleaners stores are major drop-off points, and they'll also be offering free dry-cleaning and bagging of the donated dresses. Operation Glass Slipper also accepts shoes, jewelry, wraps and other prom accessories. I'm sure I have a few garters lying around here...