Archive for February, 2010

And the frack goes on…

First of all, I apologize to all you loyal Squirrel Thoughts readers for my lack of blogging the past week. I’ve been busy/mildly stressed out about other things, which I may or may not write about in the future. (All right, I realize that probably sounds sketchy, but it’s not, I swear. It’s just not something I can post on the Internets right now. OK, that still sounds sketchy, but I promise it’s nothing illegal or anything.  You’ll just have to take my word for it.)

Anyway, let’s get on to the hot topic at hand: my boyfriend’s obsession with “Battlestar Galactica.” I really wish I had better news to report on this, but unfortunately, I don’t. He’s officially an addict. There hasn’t been one evening this week when I’ve come home from work and he wasn’t watching it. (Some of you may quibble over the fact that it’s Tuesday, but that doesn’t make it any less accurate.) Over the weekend, he even forwarded me his e-mail from NetFlix confirming that the next disc would arrive on Monday. And he’s still on the first season.

Mmm… Cylon toast.

Now, in case you still aren’t sure just how geeky BG is, I’m posting the show’s description from the little NetFlix sleeve I found lying next to the DVD player:

“Join Adama (Edward James Olmos) and Laura (Mary McDonnell) as they lead a ragtag fleet of human survivors (from the destroyed colonies of Kobol) in search of a mythical planet called Earth. But beware, the robot race of Cylons is in hot pursuit… and it seems nothing will stop them… Dun dun DUN!” (OK, I added the duns for dramatic effect, but the rest is verbatim.)

Hey, hey, wait a minute, guysh. Thish show ish about a ragtag fleet of human shurvivors from the deshtroyed coloniesh of Kobol? I had no idea! SHWEET!!!

Wait… no. I want nothing to do with that.  But I do, by default. My only hope now is to keep making fun of Zach on my blog and shame him into not watching the show. Unfortunately, Zach is not easily shamed, so I’ll have my work cut out for me. Frak.

Cheetah. Grrrrr.

Yesterday afternoon, I went on a little 10-mile run during a wet, slushy snowstorm. Now, you might be asking herself, “Why doesn’t she just go to the gym, where it’s warm and dry? Why doesn’t she just run three or four miles in these less than ideal conditions?”

Perhaps YOU’RE the crazy one for not running this. Did you ever think of that? Or did I just blow your mind?

Well, dear reader, I opted to run outside partly because:

a) I’m a badass.

But mostly because:

2) I’m insane.

And to further this insanity, I’m planning to participate in this half-marathon at the end of the month. Do yourself a favor and click on “entrant guide” on the right side of that page. You’ll LOL, or LQTM, at the very least.

I’ll give you a few minutes…

Luckily, I already have the requisite cheetah-print Spandex required to participate.

OK. Now that you’ve read about what this “organized quirkiness” entails, you understand why I do not want to miss out on being a part of this absurdity. I mean, who really cares how cold and snowy it is when winning a fur sash and medallion, whose “uniqueness is exceeded only by the tackiness of the materials from which it is crafted,” is at stake?

So, there you have it: a perfectly reasonable explanation for running 10 miles in a snowstorm. Owning a tacky fur sash has been a goal of mine for quite some time, and I’m not going to let this opportunity pass me by. Wish me luck.