Peppermint Tea

Would anyone be interested in participating or viewing a "Carnival of the Talents"? I think it'd be really interesting to see what kinds of things bloggers can do. Maybe I'd post a .wav of myself playing the piano, or pictures of the skirt I sewed last semester. Someone could put up a film of themselves tap-dancing, or submit a really cool Java applet they coded, or whatever. Anyone with a fun talent could submit it to the Carnival (that is, me).

Is this just the crappiest idea since time began, or would you guys actually enjoy it?
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I actually have VISITORS now. That's amazing. I think I've gotten more hits in the past two days than I do in the average month. :waves to new visitors:: Hi there!

BlogExplosion's really useful for helping me find new blogs, too. I've discovered four new interesting ones over the past couple of days that I'm going to start reading regularly now. Of course, most of the pages BE brings to my attention are of no interest to me and are actually rather boring (and quite poorly spelled, to boot) but every once in a while I stumble across something fun.

And I swear I'm not being paid to say this. Really. Scout's honor. Or whatever kind of honor it is you have if you've never been a Scout.

If you are a self-conscious loser that's desperate for attention from the blogosphere, BlogExplosion's the group for you! (Okay, maybe 'loser' is a bit harsh. And 'desperate'. I'm actually more 'somewhat anxious', or maybe 'slightly over-eager'. At least, I hope...)

What Not to Wear... to a courthouse.

I never knew soap operas were so interesting.

Messing with moonbats, in the finest Rottweilerian tradition.

The term "pimp" was probably intended as a compliment, the court said. You know THAT's got to be interesting.
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Dean Esmay and Marc of Hubs and Spokes are asking bloggers to spread this information around the web. They have tips on the best ways to give to help the tsunami victims.
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"The Will" or "Who's Your Daddy"?

One is a show in which a bunch of snobs compete to win all their poor grandfather's money when he croaks. The other is about a woman, adopted as a baby, who has to guess who her long-lost father is.

Why are so many of these shows so successful? I don't know anyone at all that watches them. Of course, I'm a geek and most people I kow think "Star Trek" is God's gift to mankind, so I can see how I might not know many "Survivor" fans.

So, "The Will" or "Who's Your Daddy"? Please leave your opinion in the comments.
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It's the new big issue that's sweeping the blogosphere these days, for those of you that aren't tuned in to the blogging scene. Instapundit has the definitive roundup here. I'm pro-torture, but I could get behind Dean Esmay's approach too.
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How does one go about getting oneself diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder?

I think I have a very mild case of it. Not that I'm anywhere NEAR as much of a basket case as, say, Monk or this one guy I knew, but for such a slob I can be somewhat of a neat freak. I mean, if my roommates didn't make me, I wouldn't clean the bathroom for weeks at a time--but heaven help the poor soul who puts a book on my bookshelf that's not in alphabetical order. I get irritated with people that save files in the wrong place on my computer. I wash my bed linens, quilt and all, once a week (at least!) because I can't stand the thought of sleeping on dirty sheets--and may God save any creature who tries to sit on my bed without my permission!

Other than little things like that, I'm perfectly normal for a college student (i.e., I'm a slob). :P

Thinking about it, I really can't see why dirty pillow cases bother me more than a dirty bathroom--I'm sure if I tested cultures from both locations the bathroom would be much, much dirtier. Of course, I generally don't rest my head on the toilet for eight hours a day, either.

I'm trying to become a better housekeeper. After all, I'd like to be able to keep the house clean for my husband and kids when I'm married, and it's not like having a wedding ring will suddenly transform me overnight into a Stepford wife. If I'm going to be a good wife and mother, I should probably start practicing things like this now. I'm in the training stage, preparing myself for marriage, by getting into the habit of cleaning regularly, learning how to get good bargains at grocery stores, teaching myself to sew, etc. This would be a lot easier if I had the proper motivation (like, say, a boyfriend).

UPDATE: Oh yeah, and I just finished putting all my Internet bookmarks in alphabetical order.
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... and I'm really, really wanting to walk up to Jack Bristow and give him a big hug. He does that puppy-dog face very well.

In other news, this episode was crappy. I liked the first season, the second was okay, and the third I haven't seen. Have they gotten new authors since I last tuned in? Because the writing *sucked*. "Alias" is supposed to be a non-stop adrenaline rush, and I was so bored I almost changed the channel.

I'm going to be updating my blogroll over the next few minutes. If you're looking for something to read, you might want to check it out, see what I've added.
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I always have two or three things I'm madly in love with at any given moment, things I spend all my free time (and a good deal of UN-free time) thinking about and doing.

This week I have two:

"Dragosta din tei" by O-zone. It's a Romanian techno song. Quite addictive. I'd put it on infinite repeat but the family knows where I sleep.

House on Fox. I LOVE this show! It's like Medical Investigator, except it's actually GOOD. It's like CSI, except it's friggin HILARIOUS.

Here's how the major character introduces himself: "Hello, sick people and their loved ones. I'm Dr. Gregory House; you can call me Greg. Of the three doctors working in this clinic, I'm the only one here against my will. But don't worry, because most of you have problems that could be fixed by a monkey with a bottle of Motrin. If you piss me off, you may see me reaching for this. This is Vicodin. It's mine and you can't have any. No, I do not have a pain management problem. I have a PAIN problem... or maybe I'm just too stoned to tell. Whatever. How many of you want to be treated by me? None? What a pity. How many of you want to wait until one of the other doctors arrives?""

And he's played by Hugh Laurie. HUGH LAURIE! How could anyone (especially any female with a pulse) not fall deeply, passionately in love with this show?

If you're interested... I'd suggest visiting a Bittorrent site like BTEFnet or Youceff and downloading it, except that would be piracy, which we all know is very, very wrong. And you didn't hear about it from me. ;P

::sighs happily::
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Hope you weren't holding your breath.

"Where has my most favoritest author in the whole entire world been these past weeks?" you ask.

As I got a digital camera over Christmas (Yay!) I have photographic proof of my alibi.

My grandmother's Christmas party. I'm on the left; my cousin Cheryl is on the right.

Me attempting not to injure myself on the slopes at Wolf Creek. Whoever first thought of skiing anyway? "I know! I'll strap boards to my feet and throw myself off a mountain! Ingenius!" Not quite as odd, I suppose, as the guy who first thought of making cheese ("I know! I'll squeeze this cow, and whatever comes up I'll let sit for a while until it's really smelly and then I'll eat it! Brilliant!"). A distant cousin, perhaps?

We got 16 inches of snow in one day. I was having a blast, as I quite like powder, but the family was not as thrilled.

Don't have any exciting pictures of my New Year's; ushered in 2005 in a hotel in Albuquerque watching the Law & Order SVU marathon with my family.

So that's my oh-so-thrilling life. Yay!

Merry Christmas and a happy new year, Gentle Readers.

BTW, sorry the photos are so huge. I just figured out how to zoom in; eventually I may learn how to shrink pictures. Go me!
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