Wasting Time

Sorry I didn't post another incredibly meaningful and profound post yesterday. I know all my faithful readers dearly cherish these writings of mine.
I need to go find a copy of "Newsies" for Anna today. I guess she promised the freshmen they could watch it tomorrow. Apparently it gets her out of having to prepare anything at all tomorrow since the other choirs are going to state. It sounds like a great plan to me.
I watch a great deal of the foodnetwork and also Anthony Bourdain's travel channel show "No Reservations." Watching Bourdain has given me new insight into the foodnetwork, especially an episode he did dedicated to the eroticism of food. In one segment in particular, he explored the making of these stand and stir, in the kitchen cooking shows. He argued for the hidden eroticism in the preparation of the food and how it ultimately builds to the climax of the host(ess) taken a bite of the meal with all the appearance of pure ecstasy. Naturally now this is all I can think of this every time I watch one of these shows, and he's got a point. The creepy things is that the very very worst one of them all is the googly-eyed Robin Miller, who does the "Quick Fix Meals." She's supposed to be that everyday woman fixing dinner for her family after a long busy day. And then she reaches the end of the show and takes a bite, and if you closed your eyes, you'd swear someone had switched it over to a porno. Someone gag that woman.
Anna and I went to a program by her first and second graders last night. It almost turned into a disaster when I didn't pay attention and got on the wrong interstate. I was on the wrong side of Grand Rapids before I realized I was an idiot. Fortunately we didn't miss any of the program. There was a cute little baby in front of us that kept throwing things at the people in front of her. She absolutely nailed a girl in the back of the head with a cup. I can't really say whether the kids were good or bad or not. That's not really the point. As Anna said, the parents seem to think it's cuter when the kids get up there and mess it all up. All I know is that I could not handle that quantity of young children like that. You'd have to spend your whole time making sure they weren't misbehaving, and you'd never get anything done.
Howie has succeeded in confounding the automatic litter box again. Apparently he realizes that if he holds his pee as long as possible and then deposits it all in a strategic spot right at the front of the litter box, the motor doesn't have the horse power to force its way through it.
We're officially 100 days into the worst presidency this country has ever seen and, considering the way things are progressing, will ever see again. There will be no U.S. when Obama is done with it. Apocalypse, here we come.
I'm wearing my sky blue boxer briefs with horizontal white and black stripes.
I should take a shower and go to the store.
I need to brush my teeth.
I'm currently listening to some old school, pre-Weyandt, Zao. When I first got into heavy music I actually liked Reeder's vocals better than Weyandt's. I have no idea what I was thinking.
I'm still trying to come up with things to say because I really don't have the motivation to clean myself up and go to the store. But now that I've admitted that, I realized I should just get it done.