People that use the line “opposites attract” are usually trying to desperately justify why they are staying in a relationship with someone that has very little in common with themselves.

I’m lucky that I’m not in a position where I have to convince others (or even worse, myself) that me and Mr. D share common interests. There is a long list of things that we enjoy together.  There is a small list, however, of very odd idiosyncrasies that Mr. D. possesses that make him queer (this isn’t a list of things that make him “a queer,” I’ll save that for another post).

He can save candy for months - Seriously, in the back of one of his cupboards he has a bag of candy from Christmas 2006. Yes, over a year old. The other D in my life, diabetes, has made it difficult for me to devour sweets like I used to…but I could easily eat an entire bag of candy until my stomach hurt. No problem.

In the grocery story last weekend Mr. D. even uttered the following sentence, “I like ice cream a lot, but I don’t like to buy it because it always goes bad before I can eat it all.”

I was confused. Ice cream goes bad? I guess a carton has never been in my freezer long enough for me to ever figure that out.

He likes the Renaissance Faire - He claims that his love for the faire is based solely on his desire to eat the big bbq turkey legs that they serve there (which is kinda gross already), but I think that Renaissance Faires are to extreme nerdiness as marijuana is to extreme drug addiction.

It’s a slippery slope. Some people can smoke a joint here or there, and they never even touch anything harder…but you’re playing with fire (as if this example needed another analogy). You start attending renaissance faires for the food, and the next thing you know you’re dressing up in costumes, watching Jabberwocky every weekend, and calling yourself a “renny.”

He freaks out if his TiVo isn’t put into standby mode - Mr. D. and I are both TiVo addicts. And when we say “TiVo,” we are talking about real TiVos, not some knock-off DVR you got from your cable company.

In the 8 years that I’ve been using my TiVo, I never even knew that a standby option existed. Then Mr. D showed me that every time he turns off his TV he also switches his TiVo into standby mode which does very little…I mean the TiVo is still active; it records and updates and does all of the normal things, except record the 30 minute buffer on the current channel.

And he’s a freak about putting it on standby. He’ll go to bed (upstairs) and realize that he forgot to put his TiVo on standby and he’ll get out of bed, put his glasses on, climb downstairs, and switch to standby mode.

I think he even told me that one time he was driving to work and realized he had forgotten to switch modes, and turned around and drove back home to switch over. That may or may not be true.

It’s Wednesday, y’all!

Serial Killer or Computer Programmer? It’s tougher than you think.  I got a 7 out of 10.  How did you do?

Dear God - This is a non-denominational web-based prayer project.  Email your prayers (with a picture if you’ve got one) and it’ll be posted on the site.

FontStruct - Build your own font.  This sounded like a great idea, but I didn’t even finish my capital “A” before I realized how much work it would be to create something original.

Care.org - A worthwhile charity that could use your help.  The care.org philosophy is that you can help the world’s poor through women.  Women have the power to help entire families and communities.  I wish I had millions to give away.

Death By Caffeine - How much Coca-cola would it take to kill Mike Lawson?  About 375 cans.  This site allows you to enter your weight, and then it will tell you how much of each caffeinated product it would take to kill yourself.

Would anyone here judge me if I said that I couldn’t wait to go to a record store to purchase the new Madonna album Hard Candy that dropped today?

What if I said that I was so excited that, even though I really had to pee when I woke up, I started the iTunes download before I went to the bathroom.

What if I told you that I was thinking about calling out sick today so I could sit at home and listen to my newly purchased music?

And this is all hypothetical.

Last night I had the following conversation with my mother:

Mother: Michael [she's the only person that really calls me that anymore], I need you to settle and argument between me and your sister.

Me: Okay.

Mother: Isn’t ecstasy a date-rape drug?

Me: No.

Mother: I could have sworn that I saw a Law And Order where the bad-guy used ecstasy as a date-rape drug.

Me: Nope. Probably roofies or GHB.

Mother: Why do you know that?

Me: Did you really come in here and expect me to be the arbiter in your date-rape argument, and then get surprised when I happened to know the names of date-rape drugs?

Mother: Can you just say that you don’t know for sure if ecstasy is a date-rape drug so then I won’t be wrong?

Craig is a nose-picker.

I just read this funny post at the Puntabulous blog written by Craig. It’s a passionate plea for all of us to stop judging nose-pickers.

I don’t come to you with this plea because our awesome receptionist at work walked passed my office and caught me picking my nose. And not because she walked passed, then backwards walked back to my door and exclaimed “Busted!” which is pretty awesome because seriously, who has the balls to do that? I come to you because I want to live in a world where we shouldn’t be ashamed of the dried mucus built up in my our noses. It’s a natural process! Like clipping your fingernails or hating Amy Winehouse. So how about we don’t hide it anymore? How about we pick our noses proudly and without shame?

Read his entire post here.

Preschool really sucks for this girl.

As always, here’s a picture of a kid using the naughty finger to help you get through your Monday.

Guess who is coming home tonight after a week-long adventure in Ireland?  And guess who is super-stoked about that?

The political blog that I created and completely abandoned when I moved to AZ turned two today.

I penned an anniversary post here.

The blogroll there is still muckraking and stirring things up in OC. They were recently mentioned in the Orange County Register [link] for posting the Lucas letter. From the Register:

Garden Grove Democrat Paul Lucas lent a hand to GOP fixer Mike Schroeder’s effort to defeat Supervisor Janet Nguyen’s reelection effort — but only after Lucas had his own figurative back-alley meeting Nguyen, according to this fascinating post at TheLiberalOC.com. As you may know, Schroeder and Assemblyman Van Tran are political enemies of Nguyen, and are backing Dina Nguyen’s effort to unseat her.

In 2006, when Lucas unsuccessfully challenged Republican Tran for Assembly, Janet Nguyen gave Lucas opposition reasearch on Tran, according to the item. TheLiberalOC backs this up with a letter of admission from Lucas, which was produced at the Monday’s GOP Central Committee meeting in an effort to block the party’s endorsement of Janet Nguyen for reelection. The effort failed and Janet carried the day.

This supervisor’s race just keeps getting better and better.

The supervisor’s race really is interesting, and I’m slightly disappointed that I am not close enough to hear the day-to-day gossip.