Our Resident Geek's Tough Side

At the Hellmouth, I was known for making a bunch of mixes to play during work. One Saturday afternoon at the start of my shift, I proudly showed the morning crew my latest old school rap mixes. I was working with our Peter Parker that night and wanted to save them for his arrival. Clint said, "Peter Parker doesn't look like he listens to black music." I later relayed this to pSquared and he was mildly offended. "Hey," he said, "That's not true. On the way here I was listening to Run DMC and Bobby Brown." Pause...... "Oh. Parker, were you listening to the Ghostbusters II soundtrack?" Pause...."yes."

Spotted in Antwerpen

Ashlee took this photo of a girl walking just outside our flat with no shoes on. Gross. So trashy.

Oz

Today I was FaceTiming with Xavier and he was telling me about an old episode of Oz when one character filed his fingernails into daggers and then went ballistic on a prison guard. Scratched the hell out of him. As a sidebar, Xavier's stepdaughter has an evil cat named Cay Cay or Kay Kay or KK, who the fuck knows how they spell it. So I said, "So this guy pulled a Cay Cay?" Without a beat, Xave hit me back with, "Oh, he totally Cay Cayed the shit out of him." I'm telling ya, that kid cracks me up.

So wrong....

If only this marker had spell check....

Ritz East Garage

On our way to the movies, Bishop and I took the elevator from the parking garage. We stepped in and both had the same thought - "What a dump." That's when Bishop says, "I love what they've done with the place." As we looked around at the filth we both noticed the smashed corpse of an insect on the glass. Bish points to the carcass and states plainly, "Now in the art world, that's what's known as an installation." So snarky!

The Princess & The Peepod

Several years back, Kristin aka The Princess aka Dimples, told me an adorable story that took place in a Target bathroom. Doin' her business in one stall she was able to overhear a conversation between a mother and her 3 year old daughter a few stalls down. It went like this:

"Good girl, honey, now it's Mommy's turn."

pause....

"Wow, Mommy, that was a good pee."

"Yep, that was a big girl pee"

pause...

"Mommy, what's that?"

"This is for big girls."

"Are you gonna stick that in your butt??"

"No, honey."

"You're gonna put it in your VAGINA?!"

This is the point where Kristin busted out laughing. The mother said, "I'm so sorry - she's only three." That's when the little girl plainly stated, "I'm three, I'm not a big girl." Guess she wasn't so anxious to grow up and start using tampons. And none of us can blame her for that.

Imaginary Baby

A year or so ago when Rob and I were hypothetically discussing having a kid together, we were throwing around names. My top two favorite names are Jacinda and Brendan. However, Brendan just doesn't fit for a bi-racial child. In my opinion, of course. So I told Rob that for our kid I was torn between Thaddeus and Atticus. He liked Thaddeus, but Atticus is such a bad ass name. My mother added her two cents with, "Well, you could always make it Thaddeus Atticus and have both names." Thaddeus Atticus? Is he a Roman soldier? Even I can't get behind a goofy name like that.