funnies.
mushroom kitchen
eugene mirman

one stolen from shep's suggestion. y'all need to smile today. and eat your veggies. mushrooms, that is. you don't have to eat the other ones. especially the brussel sprouts. it's just a fancy way of saying baby cabbages. and cooked cabbage? bleh.

ice cream. i have a bad habit. when there is ice cream with 'stuff' in it - browines, cookies, toffee bits, i could go on, but you know - i hunt out the good stuff, leaving the ice cream. many people do this, i'm sure. but, see, usually good ice creams come in pints. pints are not meant to be scooped from, they are meant to be eaten from. you take out that extra step of getting a bowl and having to scoop. you also avoid that 'this ice cream is to hard i can't scoop it' problem where you end up launching the scoop across the kitchen as you try, in vain, to get your ice cream asap and your hand slips. so, by eating from the pint, you are avoiding some health hazards of flying scoops. i usually have the self control to avoid eating the entire pint in one sitting (well, unless it is 'raspberry gone coconuts'). so i eat some, picking out the good stuff, with a little ice cream. there are two other people in my house, and i don't want them to know i took out the good stuff. so i mush the ice cream back over the holes i have created, attempting to cover the evidence. this usually works quite well. unless the good stuff is REALLY good. like cookie dough. that one got me in trouble...'why does this half pint of ice cream only have 3 hunks of cookie dough in it??' oops. so, if you invite me over for ice cream, make sure it is dulce de leche or something else smooth, ok?

yesterday and today must be life ponder days. what is it? something in the air? maybe because it is autumn, a season of change. are all of us twenty-somethings destined to wonder what we really want out of life? what we really should be doing? we have seen our parents work long hard hours and make many sacrafices to provide for us. my father has worked a job he disliked for years - it pays well, and he wants to provide for his family. (thanks, dad.) my mom worked too - and went to school, and kept the house clean, and spent time with me..she was superwoman. really. but i swore i'd never become my dad - working long hours at an unsatisfying job. you spend too many hours there to dislike it. i would find a job i loved. that paid well, too. but my ultimate goal was to be happy. but in the real world all i see is people working long long hours at unfulfilling desk jobs. is that all there is? is that where we are destined to be? i am trying to do it differently, but it is not easy. but, then, it's life. it's not supposed to be easy....