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Hello, Welcome, a Disclaimer
Hello New Friends,
Perhaps you are here because you clicked a link on a wildly popular publishing blog. My name is Amy, I am a fake website designer. This site has nothing to do with webdesign or publishing. In fact, it has nothing to do with anything. It’s just where I wrote about stuff, starting around 2003. Now it’s 2009 and I don’t really update very much except to post funny pictures. Feel free to read away.
Sincerely,
Amy
Rainbow in DC
Rainbow in DC
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I saw a full rainbow in D.C. and I also ate at a diner with my Nana and Poppy. That was a magical day full of wonderment and Greek salads.
dog is busy
dog is busy
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I spend a lot of time with this guy, he’s not very helpful at all. Maybe if he’d stop looking in that damn book and look for my file like I asked him I could get more done. I’m sorry little guy, you’re cute. I didn’t mean to get upset. You’re bad at searching though. Maybe if I had drugs or dead bodies on my hard drive you’d be more helpful. Or if I dropped a turkey somewhere in the C drive.
Failed Jokes. Episode #2
For episode two, I am going to put up someone else’s failed joke. In fairness, I laughed heartily at this joke, but she seemed embarrassed and other people booed.
It started when we were discussing my dog Gilda’s breath. Someone suggested that I take her to a dentist. Then he said, “my dad is a dentist, but not a dog dentist” to which a fellow party goer replied “that’s funny because my dad is an anesthesiologist, but he’s physically a dog”
I laughed really hard. Then I made her repeat the joke for Matt. She looked sheepish, but I thought this was a great joke.
Failed Jokes. Episode #1
I make a lot of jokes that really bomb. They’re not usually knock knock jokes, or punch line jokes, perhaps that is why they fail. I am now going to try to keep track of them here to learn why they failed. Actually, in honesty, I guess I would just like to give them one last try.
In the office, it is popular to have the line “please consider the environment when you print this email”
two weeks ago I tried changing my email signature to
“you murder Mother Gaia when you print this email”
I told this joke to three people and pointed it out in my emails. It got zero laughs.
I’m Back both to talk to Kathryn and for Revenge!
Not for revenge, I just wanted to catch your attention. Kathryn, I’m back! Your comment shook me out of my 3 month slumber. We can post our songs here when we’re done.
Have you guys seen 28 Days Later? That movie is good! All with morals and blood vomiting and stuff.
I Heard This on My Way to Work
John in the Morning played this song this morning and it was crucial for my commute at that time. I think I might have overstepped my emails bounds with John by repeatedly emailing to say “hey good show this morning!” I don’t want a restraining order or anything, I just want to rock as I drive across the Brooklyn Bridge, then along FDR North, then across the Willis Avenue Bridge, onto I-87 North towards Albany, then onto the Cross Westchester Express way and then finally, into the parking lot on Mars. Yeah Fleet Foxes is fun in the morning, guy, but some of us in a solid gold Sonata gotta rock.
I am still here
Hey I am still here, I just haven’t had much to say, but since at least 2 of you are curious:
1) still tempin hard, I even have a friend at my job who showed me where the good coffee machine is
2) the good coffee machine is right next to the dippin’ dots dispenser! (what?) (yes.)
3) playing guitar, hoping to record a solo pop punk ep on my computer with drum machine for fun.
4) making email requests to John in the Morning a radio show on 91.5
5) making a lot of moosewood recipes
6) giving Gilda more respect than she probably deserve
I guess I do have one kind of funny story, well it’s at least kind of a story. I work really far away from my apartment (that’s not the funny part) and I drive my grandpa’s old car (up and running again) but I have to leave really early to beat the traffic and the people who double park so that you can never leave. So what I do is drive to work really early, and then sleep in the back of my car until it’s time to go to work. Anyway, I saw a co-worker in the garage who saw me yawning and coming out of the back of my car to put my shoes on and he looked at me long and hard so I said, “oh hey, I was sleeping in the back of my car.”
For some reason this guy always catches me at a weird time, like last week, he admired my sweater and, instead of saying thank you I said, “Oh yeah. I got the max for the minimum.” And similarly, he admired a picture of Matt on my desk and he said, “is this your boyfriend?” to which I replied “nope. husband. one step beyond!”