modern idiot.

I have a relatively high propensity for jackassery. Marriage has slowed me down a bit since I'm out fewer late nights, and I drink, um, differently (read: slower and in a less concentrated manner).

I also enjoy others with the same tendency. As an example, the first story I ever heard about my husband, from my coworker who was also his roommate, was about his misguided Christmas shopping trip to the Macy's in Herald Square. To effectively erase the horror of that trip through the 7th circle of hell, he'd gotten drunk and fallen asleep right outside the door of his 6th floor walk-up apartment. With his key in the lock. I thought he sounded like he might be fun.

Fueled by a tiny bit of whiskey, and a reasonable amount of wintertime cabin fever, I had a little dance party last night to the music in my headphones. On the street corner. In my neighborhood. In front of my grocery store.

In return, I woke up this morning with perfect Jenny Lewis hair. The lesson I've learned? Assery begets awesomeness.

I woke up this morning...

...and decided that I want to learn to play blues harmonica. Either I've lost my mind or it's brilliant.

Chortle.

This gave me a good laugh to pull me out of my morning slump. (Thanks Samantha!)

Sartorial prediction.

I think monocles are going to be the new ironic mustache.

Felonious.

I just remembered, and it made me smile that until it is painted over, my name and the mister's are part of the graffiti covering the walls of a hotel elevator in Copenhagen.

Effing rad.

Cool shit from this lady. As a matter of principle, I'm required to pay this one forward, rules below (and yes, I totally copied and pasted them, cause I'm lazy today, what of it?).

THE GAME:

The first three people to leave a comment on this post will be receiving a small gift. Here are the restrictions:

1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make. Whatcha get is whatcha get.

2. What I create will be just for you, with love.

3. It’ll be done this year (2009). (Erm, no, it will not. I am certainly not going to get things out in the next two days, but I promise it will be done in the next 6 weeks. Take it or leave it.)

4. I will not give you any clue what it’s going to be. It will be something made in the real world and not something cyber. It may be weird or beautiful. Or it may be monstrous and annoying. Heck, I might bake something for you and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that’s for sure!

5. I reserve the right to do something strange.

6. In return, all you need to do is post this text on your blog and make 3 things for the first 3 to respond to your blog post.

7. Send your mailing address if you have one of the first three comments, be sure to mention your username in the subject, and leave your email address in your comment if yer brave.