So it appears that I forgot to post last week. Whoops.
I am forgetting things this week, so at least it fits in with the theme of my life.
It's been very busy at work - we're in orientation and training, leading up to the grand summer opening. Tourist season is upon us, folks. Let the tourons begin massing. Tourons is a real word, invented by someone who obviously worked in tourism. Tourist + Moron = Touron. I (at least partially) jest. They aren't all morons.
(Which I just hilariously misspelt as Mormons.)
Yeah. I crack myself most consistently up.
I've been watching a lot of Bones and wishing I was an anthropologist. My two most recent television addictions involve anthropologists - Lie To Me and Bones. I think I'd do better as a Lie To Me kind of person rather than a Bones kind of person. Dead bodies do ick me out a bit. Live bodies intrigue me.
But I'm not an anthropologist. At least not right now. So I watch Bones instead.
The last episode I watched had a lovely song at the end. It made me cry and then I bought it - actually bought it off of iTunes, people, this is a big deal - and listened to it multiple times on repeat. I am turning into my mother.
Here's the song. I can't find an official video, so this is what you get. There is one of her playing the song accoustically in a shed, which is neat, but I like the non-accoustic version better.
That's where I'm at right now. Another short post, but it's better than not posting at all.
I am forgetting things this week, so at least it fits in with the theme of my life.
It's been very busy at work - we're in orientation and training, leading up to the grand summer opening. Tourist season is upon us, folks. Let the tourons begin massing. Tourons is a real word, invented by someone who obviously worked in tourism. Tourist + Moron = Touron. I (at least partially) jest. They aren't all morons.
(Which I just hilariously misspelt as Mormons.)
Yeah. I crack myself most consistently up.
I've been watching a lot of Bones and wishing I was an anthropologist. My two most recent television addictions involve anthropologists - Lie To Me and Bones. I think I'd do better as a Lie To Me kind of person rather than a Bones kind of person. Dead bodies do ick me out a bit. Live bodies intrigue me.
But I'm not an anthropologist. At least not right now. So I watch Bones instead.
The last episode I watched had a lovely song at the end. It made me cry and then I bought it - actually bought it off of iTunes, people, this is a big deal - and listened to it multiple times on repeat. I am turning into my mother.
Here's the song. I can't find an official video, so this is what you get. There is one of her playing the song accoustically in a shed, which is neat, but I like the non-accoustic version better.
That's where I'm at right now. Another short post, but it's better than not posting at all.
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