If I Died Tomorrow…

I’d never get to find out what happens after Booth wakes up and doesn’t recognize Bones. 

Thank you TV, for giving me reason to live.

Extra! Extra!

My husband and I started a joint blog (by which I mean shared blog, not a blog about joints). You know, because we are smart and funny and the world just totally needs to hear more from us.

Be Afraid. Be Very Afraid.

Everyone should name their babies Claire–boys, girls, I don’t care. One day, I will form an all-Claire army and we will take over the world. Be ready.


         -Me, in response to a friend’s message about a newborn baby on her nursing          unit named Claire.


by daisybaxter via flickr

by daisybaxter via flickr

I’m feeling in the mood for margaritas. Have a happy weekend!

Moon Walk

But why, some say, the moon? Why choose this as our goal? And they may well ask why climb the highest mountain? Why, 35 years ago, fly the Atlantic? Why does Rice play Texas?

We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard…

-John F. Kennedy


No, seriously. Why does Rice play Texas?


Ye Rin Monk Photography

It’s Friday

I don’t care if Monday’s blue

Tuesday’s grey and Wednesday too

Thursday, I don’t care about you

It’s Friday, I’m in love


Monday you can fall apart

Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart

Oh Thursday doesn’t even start

It’s Friday, I’m in love…


I don’t care if Monday’s black

Tuesday, Wednesday heart attack

Thursday never looking back 

It’s Friday, I’m in love


Monday you can hold your head

Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed

Or Thursday, watch the walls instead

It’s Friday, I’m in love


Friday I’m In Love –The Cure

Dude, Let It Go

And this is why I don’t regret having missed out on that whole “dating” thing.

Morning Cup

Via Creature Comforts: 


Coffee Face by Emma Block

Coffee Face by Emma Block

Made with instant coffee instead of ink. Very cool.


I think it’s fun to lie outrageously on the internet. It’s not often that I post comments on blogs or websites, but when I do, I like to write heinously inaccurate and over-the-top declarations with the kind of resolute bravado that one only reserves for internet conversations. 

Take this post about the SATs and measuring academic merit. The comments offer a barrage of “well I scored x,y and z on the SATs, ACTs, MCATs, etc., etc.” 

Here’s what I posted: 

“Well I graduated from high school with a 4.0 GPA, was first in my class and valedictorian. I went on to study at a top 5 university, graduated in four years with honors, again with a 4.0 GPA, top of my class, with dual degrees in biophysics and engineering. And what did I get on my SATs? 950. Those tests don’t measure anything.”

Sometimes I pretend that I’m a celebrity. I never reveal my name, the projects I’ve worked on, or how I know Mr. or Ms. Fellow Celebrity, but I offer “insider” information to whether or not a person is actually quite normal and lovely, or a self-absorbed, wrinkly-when-you’re-close-up, asshole.

“Actually, I know So-and-So personally and she’s totally chill. Just yesterday we sat around watching Real Housewives while picking at our hangnails and eating all the M&Ms out of a bag of Trail Mix.” 

Or there’s those times when I provide entirely fictitious facts: 

“You can definitely interbreed fish and mammals–the lab I work for has, in several trials already, successfully bred rats with flounder. We’re just trying to work out a few kinks–namely, insufficient lung capacity.” 

Actually I’m lying. All of my internet comments are along the lines of “I wish I had the legs to pull off that skirt,” or “I saw this movie. It was pretty good.” 

I am incredibly dull.

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