Made in Richmond

I have nothing to say about anything, so it’s clearly been an off day. And by off I mean crappy.

I’ll spare you the details because they are lame, boring, and typical first world concerns.
In an effort to make myself feel better, I spent a good amount of time tonight searching YouTube for “laughing babies” because that’s what I do. All was well until I came upon something that was more creepy than funny. Of course I’m now going to share it with you:

Don’t they remind you of the little green aliens from Toy Story?

I have had a shitastic morning (I know! On a Saturday, no less!) but this helped a bit. Go here for more.

“I wish eyeballs had cameras, don’t you?”

You can’t read them here! Mosey on over to RVANews to get up to speed on the fashion event of the season.

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Here’s a video of Zapp in all her intelligent glory:

Sorry for the annoying sounds of MTV in the background.

I’m so grateful that the Internet lets us peek in on moments like this.

When Ross and I got married we decided that if he cooked, I would clean.

Lately, I’ve still been cleaning but the cooking hasn’t so much been happening. To his credit, Ross has taken ownership of the situation and is doing his best to make amends.

And make amends he did…with the spectacular baked potato of spectacularness.

I would have taken a picture but I ate it too fast. The potato, not the picture. But I can tell you that it involved mayonaisse (otherwise known as the juice of the gods), butter (the other juice of the gods), sour cream (the other other juice of the gods), chives, and REAL bacon (as it said on the package).

Now, I’m wondering where the chocolate ice cream is.

I am nearsighted* to the one millionth degree. When I don’t wear my glasses and a co-worker comes to my door, I can somewhat make out their facial features to recognize who they are. But, if any of them change their hair, I’m totally screwed.

Nearsighted means I can see things close up. Meaning I don’t so much need my glasses while I’m reading. However, the minute I get up from my desk, I need to put on my glasses in order to function as a human being. Or if someone comes to the door to talk to me, I need to put on my glasses to see them clearly, and remove them immediately when I turn back to my computer.

Annoying.

For example, I am currently holding my lap top at arms length so the words are far enough away that my eyes don’t go wonky.

My other trick is to do this:

This way I can still make out the words on the screen but can easily shift back into “Seeing Things Far Away Mode.” And this makes me look awesome.

I realize that this problem ranks right up there with the previously mentioned existential crisis.

*You should click on that link. It’s really quite fascinating.

Oh wiki, you so crazy.