look, I learned something

in my HTML class! How about that. I've been wanting to update this sucker for awhile now, but for some reason today I actually figured out how to change some thangs, which is pretty fun and addictive. Go me.

There has been a definite lack of commenting lately, and while I wouldn't go so far as to say it hurts my feelings, I will say that it can be awfully lonely around here sometimes. See, my handy-dandy Sitemeter tells me I have visitors. Heck, I even know your damn IP addresses. Perhaps the content just doesn't make you want to say something. Perhaps I'm not asking you enough questions. I know I was going to do a reader question per post, and somehow that fell by the wayside. I think I'll have to start that up again!

But first...

1) Speaking of Sitemeter, one of the more addictive features of this free service is that if someone did a google search and my blog came up as a search result, it tells me what the person typed in the search bar. Some of the better ones:

-underwire bra squeaks sweaty
-intext: "my breasts" and "peace corps"
-gabba for weight loss
-symmetrical zits
-hooking bra problems
-Oprah's bra show
-beverley mitchell jessica biel older
-fatty arms gabby
-bra that doesn't dig or roll

And from this lovely list, we can see that bras are a major source of anguish and that indeed I am not the only one who is amazed to learn that Jessica Biel is younger than Beverley Mitchell. The fatty arms gabby thing...well, I'll try not to take that personally. Maybe it's a Gabby problem in general.

2) Love me some Lost. The writer of this pop culture blog I read, Pop Candy, encourages commenting after every new episode, and I read these comments religiously (sometimes the comments number over 400) as an alternative to reading one of the more popular Lost fan websites and threads, as I find them daunting and confusing. One of the major issues raised by Pop Candy commenters is that there are just WAY too many commercials. Um. Ok. People? There are absolutely the same number of commercials during Lost as there are in any other hour-long program. You just think there are more because you are so goddamn engrossed in the show, which tends to move slowly, that when a commercial break comes you think it's been two minutes and really it's been seven. Stop complaining. ANY hour-long program is roughly 42 minutes.

3) While I'm on the subject, it kills me just how much time the uber-dedicated Lost fans spend perusing any and every related website searching for "the answer" (not that I know any of these types personally)(coughheidicough) and I just don't get it. If you did find out for sure what the answer is wouldn't it ruin the show? I prefer to just sit back and enjoy it knowing the answers will come in time. I try to steadily ignore the fans who claim JJ Abrams has a tendency to let his shows meander (Alias and The X Files) into plot-hole hell, where the burnt stench of unresolved situations sickens fans and leaves them pissed and disappointed. The hatch, for instance, is no more. Poofgone. This leaves me thinking that JJ Abrams and all the other Lost producers and writers have tapped themselves too deeply into the collective fan consciousness. Lots of fans complained that the second season sucked because of the hatch. Show us more island, dude! And he did. I'm just sayin' that I wish the Lostmakers didn't care what we thought, for better or worse. Is that weird? And look at me now! Analyzing, fretting, caring too much. What is it with that fucking show?

4) Turns out the wedding reception coordinator is a lot cooler without my parents around. She actually smiled during our final meeting! I don't know why she seemed so uptight last time, because if we're being real, the only "coordinating" that she had to do, as far as I can tell, was to arrange her fingers around a pen so she could check some boxes on a piece of paper. It's not like my mom was breathing down her neck in true Bridezilla, Sr. fashion. Not even close. But all is well, and it looks like there will be cattle-calling for dinner even though I don't like the idea. She assured me it was the way to go, and who am I to say? I'm not the professional box-checker. Also, Micah finally got to go inside the venue. We had breakfast there the other day, which was deeLISH. I can't wait to see how the place looks at night, because I think the absence of natural light will make the rooms more romantic and polished. Am getting veeeeeery excited!

5) And also very nervous. As far as flowers, my dress, my shoes, my jewelry, I'm all set to go. My last stress? (and there is always one more to have) MY HAIR. I want something different, something...curlier...nay...wavier. Can a sister get some body, fer chrissakes. I don't really want to get it professionally done because I really need to stop spending money on this, and also I'm terrified that I'll spend $80 or whatever and HATE what the stylist has done to my hair, at which point I'll have to rush home and fix it, which will make me one pissed off party girl. So I've been playing around with different options at home, but I am quite obviously not prepared in the Tool and Product departments. I have a set of hot curlers (which I purchased in 8th grade, eek) that make me look like my patron saint Little Orphan Annie (patron saint or not, let's not go there) and the curling iron creates curls that last all of one minute, at which point I am back to the stick-straight boring state in which I began. Wear it up? Elegant, but aging.
DO YOU SEE? STRESS.

And now I turn this thing over to you, yes, YOU!

I'd like to know:
a) what you're most likely to be arrested for
b) what you'd do with $1000 cash if you were forced to spend it in one day

Have yourself a merry Friday, peeps.