Texting transcript of the week

Today, 11:53 a.m.

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Nothing like going to bio and spilling termites all over your lab partner and yourself../.

Oy. It'll make a good story someday...

He was cute though...he asked for my number, the termites were a good bonding experience...

Haha. Now that's a "meet cute."

>< He's an rm* though...hahaha. It was so embarrassing!!!!

Don't bring any of those termites home now!

:D I'll send them in a box specifically for you :)

Is he your lab partner for the rest of the semester?
If so, maybe he should wear protective clothing :)

:P if he sits by me. haha

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*rm = returned missionary,  meaning he's over 21 years old having served a two-year mission for our church. We are gently encouraging our gal to avoid this variety of gentlemen at this stage in her life as they seem to be a bit more in a marrying frame of mind.

Spoofed

These two recent spoofs made me chortle (or do I even chortle? At least giggle. Okay, there were smiles...):

1. First, Stephen Colbert provides his take on both Sesame Street and the famous marshmallow self-control experiment (a bit of profanity bleeped out but not especially well):

And, just for kicks, here's a video demonstrating a bit of the fascinating original study: 

2. This spoof of Ken Burns's documentary style (The Civil War, Baseball) in Vowels, a short film by Sam Cherington and friends, was also fun:

Up with humor! Jazz hands all around!

Intersections

On the corner of Horrifying and Funny:

Yesterday I got this text message from Lauren:

Are there any holocaust cookbooks you would suggest?

I wasn't sure if I should recoil in horror (yes) or laugh really hard (that, too). Silly auto-correct. For the record, once I asked for clarification I learned that she was asking if I knew of any good books about the holocaust. 

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On the corner of Funny and Hooray:

You guys, The Jolly Porter is back from blogging retirement. You're welcome.

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On the corner of Hooray and Hmmm...

We sat down and watched the Les Mis 25th Anniversary Concert this weekend. Ah, memories. It was nostalgic and fun to share the music and story with my kids (and we now have wishful plans to see the musical somewhere soon). The hmmm part was when Marius came out and it was...well, I'll let you see. My girls were kind of happy about it, though.

For one of the encores, they had the original 1985 London cast join in. I know I'm showing my geek (and cliche) colors here but I LOVED it. These were the voices on my really worn taped copy of Les Mis in high school and the people I saw every few weeks when I was in London on study abroad in 89 (back in the days when I wandered around the city and listened to On My Own on my walkman). It felt like a vocal family reunion.

Although, here's the thing: it made me feel a bit aged realizing it has been 25 years. The 80s Marius is a rather old and pudgy (though obviously thrilled and emotional to be there). And you know that the 80s Cosette was all "I've still got it so I'm going to wear my black sequined onesie to show off my legs."

Anyway, you should watch it when it hits your PBS station. p.s. Les Mis is starting a US tour soon, too.

Thought bubbles, anyone?

As I was sifting through photos yesterday, I came across this gem taken after our reception:

This is just a trick of the camera, though. She's really not angry. My mom was a Greg fan from the start, supportive through the whole wedding planning and pre-marriage phase. She was happy for us. Right, Mom?

Thought bubbles, anyone? 

Louie, Louie

Earlier this week, we came home at the end of the school day to find the back door blown open by the wind.  Louie had taken full advantage of this all-day, unfettered access to the outdoors and gathered up ten (TEN!) shoes, one by one, and ferried them out onto the back lawn.  Interesting sense of humor he has, that Louie.  I wish I knew for sure the statement he was making to us.  A commentary on the stinky state of some of the shoes around here? An anti-consumerism protest?  Shoe-envy? Critique of our so-last-season footwear?

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Also. Yesterday Maddy found another little treasure tucked into the corner of our couch in the family room (remember when he stored up a bunch of dog jerky treats there?).  She plopped down on the couch and felt something nudging up against her hip so she snaked her hand down into the crevice (brave girl) and pulled out....a wrapped cube of butter!? He must have snatched it from the counter at some point.  I had to applaud his delay of gratification on that one. Hardly a toothmark on the cube!  Also, I'm trying not to take it too personally that he thinks he needs to hide the butter from us, from me.  (What?! Louie, I gave up dairy last month! Really!)

Shoes and butter. What can you do but laugh?

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Listen: Louie, Louie ~ The Kinks

Catalog humor

Have you had the chance to check out the very funny Catalog Living? Regular old catalog photos (so often ridiculous in their staging), captioned in the voices of Gary and Elaine, the supposed inhabitants of this catalog world.  A must-read, daily laugh for me. It's so hard to choose but here are a couple of favorites lately:

Gary, we were having such a lovely afternoon with the Andersons until you decided you just had to show off your string ball.

Elaine wasn’t about to let some hot flashes get in the way of balancing the checkbook with the abacus.

Elaine was not amused by Gary’s passive-aggressive response to her request to “garnish the cocktails.”

Peepshow

Every year we look forward to seeing The Washington Post's annual peep contest published on Easter.  This year (its 4th) did not disappoint. We especially liked the Eep! (UP!), Where the Wild Peeps Are, and Peepeline entries.

Here's a link to all of the fantastic entries. Enjoy!

When we were brainstorming what we would do for a peep theme,  Sam said "Masterpeeps Theater," Maddy said "Hidden Valley Peeps" (her favorite salad dressing), I thought Gladys and the Peeps would be great (I think someone has already done this at some point).   What about you--what would you do?