Today at work, two coworkers decided to baked cookies in a car. After all, it is HOTTER THAN HELL here. It was pretty rad and fun and the office (and Holly's car) smelled like fresh baked cookies after.
And they were delicious!
UPDATE: Macy wrote about it on her blog. Pictures are below or on Flickr.
Look! I got an early birthday present on Facebook.
Jill Sobule's music always makes me happy. You should check out her new album. (Robbie reviewed it on Womenfolk.) It's quite lovely and it was funded 100% by her fans.
Now THAT is awesome.
My friend Matt, previously known as Matt Blender, has written a gay sketch comedy show called White Rainbows Presents: White Rainbows. It is running every Saturday in July at Gorilla Tango Theater in Chicago. If any of y'all are in or are gonna be in Chicago this month, go see it! (It's only $10!)
From the press release:
Queer culture has entered the mainstream. Movies like Brokeback Mountain and Milk earn Oscar nominations. Numerous out celebrities like Ellen Degeneres and Neil Patrick Harris enjoy successful careers.
Despite this increased queer visibility, the gay marriage debate rages on. WHITE RAINBOWS PRESENTS: WHITE RAINBOWS explores, through humor, what it is like to be part of a subculture that America both glorifies and vilifies.
Matt's been working his tail off for months to make this happen. I'm very proud of him.
I had an MRI today. When I scheduled it, do you know what would have been nice to be told? The scan itself would take thirty minutes. THIRTY MINUTES in a BIG TUBE with LOUD NOISES and you CAN'T MOVE.
You know what else would have been nice? Having my appointment at the time it was scheduled instead of an hour and a half later. That's a long time sitting in a hospital gown watching Regis & Kelly banter about tennis and shit.
It's also a long time to people watch. Or specifically old people watch. One of the MRI/CT hostesses (whatever they are called) would walk one in, show them the changing room and give instructions: "Take off your clothes and change into a hospital gown. You may leave your underpants and socks on."
I am highly disturbed by the number of elderly people who responded, "I don't wear underpants."
*shudder*
Not, "I'm not wearing underpants," but, "I DON'T WEAR underpants."
*shudder again*
For the record, I was wearing underpants. I'll let you guess what kind.
Now bend over and get ready for your spankings!
UPDATE: I forgot about this awesome version by Glen Phillips.
