Jayme: Hey, if there were a flavor of ice cream that you think of as an old people flavor, what wou- Anna: Butter pecan. Jayme: YEAH! Anna: No doubt in my mind.
this way, for the hottest gondola ride of your life!
Allow me to introduce you to Three Men and a Little Hiney. It's a simple, yet addictive game.
First, everyone writes down a phrase. Then you pass it to the next person, who translates the phrase into a picture. You pass it again, and the next person looks only at the picture, and translates it into a phrase. This continues until the stack of papers has been passed around the circle. Then you look at the progression and have a good old laugh.
I think I'll take this cheap form of entertainment and market it as a new party game in a box. It'll have a bunch of little stacks of paper, so lazy people don't have to rip up their own, and when it runs out, you can buy filler packs! And there will be a bunch of starter cards that already have phrases on them, so uninventive people don't have to think too hard. Then there will be an electronic timer to tell everyone when to pass the papers to the next person, and you'll be able to set the timer for however many people there are in the group. Then the timer will tell you when the game is over as well. Also, there will be a bunch of little golf pencils. That's right, I will take an organic game and commercialize it for the masses in order to make a profit, just like the makers of Balderdash and pretty much every other boxed game.
I mean...I've...already patented it. So, don't try to steal my idea or anything, cause then you will have a BIG lawsuit on your hands, I mean huge. I just need a title for the game, and then I'll design some cool graphics for it.
Man, I should not advertise my brilliant ideas on the web, due to my millions of readers. This is gonna turn out just like the Handy Stitch incident, when I invented in my head a sewing machine shaped like a stapler, then later saw it advertised on TV. True story.
I just want to say that this break has been a really really good one. And maybe someday when I'm stressed next semester or sometime in the future, I'll forget that I was happy. But I can look here and remember. This is why everyone should document their lives.
This winter, in bits and pieces:
relaxation Three Men and a Little Hiney omelettes scavenger hunting new future brother hot cocoa Meet my eyeline, Jim! California Pizza Kitchen and ensuing fun snuggling - yes, snuggling Office parties fluffy bathrobe!
I don't know if it's the fact that all my friends and family are getting engaged, or if it's that we've been having Office marathons in our house, and Pam had a bad engagement, but something in my subconscious gave me a weird dream the other night.
I was engaged to some guy (kind of resembled B.J. Novak, oddly enough), but I didn't really love him. My engagement ring was a huge blue rock (not a diamond, because I do not want a diamond) that was about the size and shape of a Ring Pop. In my dream I went to a party that was hosted by my good friend Julie, but when I got there, I realized it was originally supposed to be an engagement party for her and her fiance. They had broken it off, and he had since proposed to me. Julie had therefore changed it into an engagement party for me and her ex. It was very awkward. She had made a slideshow of our relationship, but it turns out we hadn't been together that long, so there weren't a lot of good pictures to show. And as I was watching the pathetic slideshow, I started to wonder, how did I come to be engaged to this guy? I don't even remember. I don't like him; I barely know him, and here I am stealing him and a party filled with people that were originally invited cause they only know Julie.
That's all I remember of the dream. It was kind of disturbing, except for the Ring Pop part, which was pretty cool.
Tonight, I think the one thing that would make me happy would be to go sledding, and when I got tired, I would just stop and lie down at the bottom of the hill in a pile of snow. It would be kind of bright out, you know how the sky is after it's snowed, and perfectly quiet. And I would not be thinking about anything except the shape the tree branches made against the blank sky and how my face was sort of tingly.
But that's not going to happen this winter. And who knows if it would really make me happy. But I think it would.
I've never been one to get wrapped up in television shows, save a brief yet serious addiction to Survivor in 8th grade, but something about my lack of social life last semester drove me to extremes. Plus, it's a quality show. Allow me to indulge for a minute...
What's up with Jim lately? He clearly doesn't have any real feelings for Karen, so why doesn't he just end it? He pretty much admitted on the Christmas episode, while projecting his own feelings onto Michael, that Karen is just a rebound, and he's back to thinking about Pam, the girl who broke his heart. And lately, he is obviously trying to keep Karen at a distance by not letting her move into a house in his neighborhood.
Okay, so if you don't really want to get close to Karen, and you know Pam is the one for you, why can't you just man up and break up with her? I can understand he's still a little hurt over Pam "turning him down" last season, but seriously, the girl had no choice. And as soon as he came back to the Scranton branch, she asked him out for coffee or something. He turned her down. Now, the ball is in his court, but he's got too much pride to do anything about it. Meanwhile, the new-and-improved Roy is beginning to win back a lonely Pam. It's going to get worse before it gets better Jim, and this time it is your fault. Also, does anyone remember how Toby seemed to have a little crush on Pam at the beginning of the season? Whatever happened to that plotline?
Don't worry, I understand this has to be a long, drawn-out process, and once they do finally get together, the entire show will be over. And if they don't take it off the air, by then it will have jumped the shark. Just allow me to get caught up in the drama as I live vicariously through the employees of Dunder Mifflin.
