AmericanAngst.com

Sigh. (and throw a *sob* in there, too.)

Afternoon Delight. I loooooved this song growing up. Admittedly, my love had much to do with the pshyoooooo sound of Sky Rockets in Flight. However, as an adult? I am now deeply wrecked and may need therapy, as I have now read the lyrics to Afternoon Delight and I now understand JUST what it was really about. I truly had no idea when I was a kid. We didn’t know about that stuff. And it certainly never occurred to us that people would be allowed to *sing* about it. On the RADIO.

Dirty disco people. *Shudder* 

See for yourself (but do so at your own risk. Author assumes NO responsibility for shattered youth and ruined childhood memories):

The Starland Vocal Band - Afternoon Delight Lyrics - Afternoon

~Gracie

(PS, even MORE disturbing? I apparently learned of this disturbing fact–and posted about it, even–back in 2004. I choose to believe that I blocked it out due to the heinous nature of a beloved childhood memory…not that I’m suffering early onset of Alzheimer’s.)

Bet you don’t think you’re any of these…

http://hotjobs.yahoo.com/career-articles-the_6_most_annoying_coworkers_are_you_one-431

…bet we’re all more than one….

~G.

This is an amazing article about genetics and homosexuality. It’s based on a recent medical study and it’s absolutely fascinating.

http://www.slate.com/id/2194232/

~Gracie

Can I just tell y’all what a lovely individual Wendy Kaufman (yep…the former Snapple Lady) is??

I joke that she’s my new BFF because we’ve emailed and spoken on the phone, but in all seriousness, she is a true gem.

She not only emailed to thank me for writing to her when she was let go and posting about her on the site, but when she heard that I had been laid off, she wrote a sweet note AND called me on the phone, chatted with me for half an hour (and made me lose it laughing when she said, Fuck em! Fuck ‘em ALL!! …how awesome is that? Not just in its Sisterhood Sweetness, but hearing the [former] Snapple Lady say the F-word!) 

She continues to stay in touch, checking in to see how I’m doing and letting me know what’s going on with her (check back soon…*clapping* cannot WAIT till I’m allowed to talk about that!!). She is so down to earth and sweet and I just adore her. Plus she doesn’t consider me a stalker (bonus!) and says she will absolutely take me up on my offer to hang out and have lunch.

She is simply a lovely person and she has brightened the heck out of an otherwise crappy month.

Love ya, Wendy!

Signed,

Ex-Snapple Lady’s TOTAL new BFF (Gracie…DUH)

Heeeee.

~Gracie (bonus points to those who can name the title reference)

—–Original Message—–
From: George
Sent: Thursday, June 05, 2008 9:36 AM
To: Gracie
Subject: Vet info

11:00 AM Saturday for the puppies. Please bring poop if you can if not
they’ll go get some.

Overheard:

Black Guy: “where do you wanna eat today?”

White Guy: “I dunno …you?”

Black Guy: “I dunno …Cracker Barrel?”

White Guy: “Oohhh, no no NO!”

Black Guy: “What?!”

White Guy: “Only *I* can say that! That’s OUR word!”

Black Guy: *cracks up* “Nice. Pretty soon they’ll have to change the name to Saltine Barrel, huh??”

Hee

Can someone PLEASE tell me why the British hold the word “Extraordinary” in such high regard?? It’s spoken every. other. word. (And pronounced “ext-RAWWW-dnurree!!!”)

It’s all over; in speeches, documentaries (the latest being the Stonehenge Decoded show on National Geographic). I’ve brought George over to the dark side, as he now notices it, as well, and pleases me immensely by shouting it out, in his very BEST British accent, each time it’s done.

But seriously…WHY? It’s as though there is no other adjective…no thesaurus…no other worthy word in all the land. I don’t get it.

It’s almost as interesting as the pattern of ending so many of their sentences in question form, most typically with various past and present forms of “…isn’t it?”

Sigh. If only there was a job where I could get paid to notice patterns of behavior in people.

I’d rule the world.

~G.

Do you ever wonder if maybe there IS a Hell? And, further, that it’s not all hellfire and brimstone and pitchforks and a horned, red, weirdly skinny dude cackling as he brands you repeatedly while he continues to push you BACK into your specially-made–and reserved just for YOU–Pot of Hot Fire, despite your repeated attempts to grab the sides with your hands and feet and trying valiantly to keep your ass-cheeks juuuust above the fire, clenching mightily to do so, while trying to leap-leap-LEAP outta the fire (yep, that’s how I pictured it as a kid)?

That maaaaybe it’s not a fiery cave at ALL, but is instead where we live NOW? Maybe Hell is actually just a mediocre life, consisting of a never-ending series of minor annoyances. Of petty, ever-so-slight jealousy over the dumbest of things; of fleeting envy over the skinnier girls; a messy house; dust; nagging, chronic pain; always getting behind the idiot minivan-soccer-snot-can’t-drive-if-I’m-not-on-the-phone-and-swerving (I’m tired of the hyphens but it’s still frickin’ connected) ridiculously for someone not DRUNK while I’m reaching for something in my purse on the passenger floorboard and driving in sync with the other car so you can’t pass and NEITHER of us is in a hurry so we’ll BOTH be going 20mph under the speed limit for the next TWELVE miles…

a ceiling fan that only works after 10pm;

…of always rooting for the losing team (even when you decide, dammit, I’m so TIRED of following the losers…just this ONCE I’m going to be a defecting cheat and cheer a WINNING team…only to have them lose to the underdog)??

me too.

~G.

Welcome to the joys of Joey.

(and yes, I too spent time “playing” …though I informed George that he is NOT allowed to visit the site.)

———- Reply Separator ———-
From: Gracie
Date: May 29, 2008 8:26 PM
Subject: RE: Gawd I love technology!
To: Joey

*said in the voice of a Typical Female Expressing Humorous Disdain*
OhhhhmyyyyyGAWWWWD

(PS, you are SO getting posted on the site for that one, bubba)

———- Forwarded message ———-
From: Joey
Date: May 29, 2008 12:00 PM
Subject: Gawd I love technology!
To: Gracie

http://www.knickerpicker.com/dressing-room.asp

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Joey B
“Fast, Good, Cheap: Pick 2″