now with .02% more haterade!

I’ve discussed my love for the Discovery Channel before. But here’s a little Thursday morning grossout courtesy of the Dirty Jobs website.

25 more Dirty Jobs

They even mention Biology teacher in Kansas. LOL.

(If you’re wondering what they’re referring to, take a look at the Flying Spaghetti Monster and the open letter to the Kansas School Board. RAmen.)

Go check out my Antisocial Networking intro if you haven’t done so already. :)

It’s my first post so please comment and tell me what you think!

I’ve been waiting to mention this for the better part of two weeks, but I had to wait until the official word was out. I’m listed now, so I guess it’s out -

I’ve been selected to write for the GeekGirl Advisory Board at Antisocial Networking. Not to mention I’ll be writing with some of the most excellent bloggers and internet people:

Slackmistress from The Slack Daily

Kathryn from Twitter and Flickr

Felicia from feliciasullivan.com

I’ll be posting on Wednesdays and Sundays. Please add the site to your daily reads, and please comment and join in on the discussions! You don’t have to join Uber to read or comment, but it makes things easier.

Am I excited? Yes! Am I nervous? Most definitely.

As some of you may know, I joined MySpace at the beginning of the month. Working at The Company has put a damper on what could have been an addictive website, since it is blocked through my work internet tubes. I still feel kind of guilty when I’m using it - I was so anti-MySpace for so long I feel like I’ve given up and joined the zombie horde.

Mmm, brains.

Anyway, one of the good things I found about MySpace is that I’ve re-connected with people from high school that I have not seen since the 90s. I recently found myself chatting on ICQ with my old friend K., who I went to high school with and was my first roomie in college. I also called my old friend C., who was the first person I met when I moved to Mandeville in 1990. While talking to the two of them, I made plans with each of them over the next month. Next weekend I’ll be driving up to Mandeville to see C., and two weeks after that I’ll be up in Hammond hanging out with K.

I’m excited to see my old friends, but at the same time I’m a little hesitant. Nothing happened that made me stop talking about them, we just lost touch. But I feel so odd - they’re married, with kids, and in their 30s, while I’m just now planning a wedding. I feel like I should have done something with myself. C. said something the other night on the phone that made me cringe a little - “You were supposed to write for Rolling Stone and live in New York. What happened?”

She has no idea how many times I ask myself that during the week.

I’m not grown up. Not in the least. I still laugh at fart jokes. I still play with toys. (I don’t really play with them, but I do move them from time to time. God help me if I ever picked up the Dream Castle, though.) I play board games and card games and RPGs.

I prided myself on being “mature” and “responsible” for the longest time when I was a kid. Now I look back and I feel like I’ve regressed. I feel like I have to prove to people how “adult” I am. I pay rent, I pay bills, I have a credit score and a car note and a 40-hour a week job.

Does that make me grown up? Fuck no. That makes me broke and tired.

When I laugh at fart jokes I’m usually laughing with Doug and I’m happy. When I grab one of the ponies and braid her tail I relax. When I play games, I’m with friends having a really good time.

Why in the hell would I ever give any of that up?

Wedding planning lessons learned so far -

1. Get the big stuff done early. I’m SO glad I didn’t wait until March to find a reception hall and photographer. I had enough trouble back in January, and that was 14 months away. Once that is taken care of you are free to relax and deal with the foofy stuff.

2. Ladies - attempt to involve your significant other in some amount of the planning. I’m really glad now that Doug didn’t leave me to my own devices when I started looking at reception halls and photographers.

3. Do not give your name or phone number out TO ANYONE. Even your dress shops. If they tell you that you need to “sign up”, put a fake name and number. They will sell that shit and you will get lame ass phone calls from people like Mary Kay telling you that you’ve won a “free makeover”. Like hell am I putting your thick ass goop on my face and then buying $100 of shit I will not wear unless I was dead in a coffin. (Yes, I’ve worn Mary Kay, and yes, that is what it feels like.)

4. You really, REALLY don’t need to spend $1K on a wedding dress. Inexpensive gowns that look just as lovely as “designer” labels can easily be found if you look. My dress came from Alfred Angelo. While I was killing time at the bridal salon I found an almost exact match made by Pronovias - and costing over twice the amount that I got mine for. It also weighs about 10 pounds less since it’s made out of silk taffeta and not bridal satin.

5. Speaking of bridal satin - FUCK bridal satin. That shit is heavy and HOT. Just trying on dresses was a workout. How women can deal with these 50-pound monstrosities is beyond me.

6. Remember, when it comes down to it, it’s your day and you can do it how you want. If you get sick of the “wedding industrial complex” don’t be afraid to skip off to Vegas, or even get married at home in your PJs. (Yeah, I’m looking at you, Spork.)

Off topic (slightly) -

Oh, I want a black diamond ring now. No, not because I’m OH SO GOFF - I found out that the chemical properties of carbonado/black diamond indicated that the mineral formed in a supernova explosion that took place prior to the formation of our Solar System. Think I’m kidding? Read the study.

HELL YES I WANT SOMETHING OLDER THAN THE SOLAR SYSTEM ON MY HAND.