The GirlAlive Blog

Awesome cannon thingy

This is just completely awesome, and I want one.

I wouldn’t mind a piece of the cake either.

Drawing that I did.

Okay so today at work there was a meeting. It was boring. I mean, it was perfectly fine for the people whose work they were talking about, but most of it didn’t really apply much to me. Especially since I’m only working there for 5 more weeks, so it’s not like I care about long term plans.

Anyway, I was sitting at the other side of the table from the boss, next to the other data entry clerk I shall just call C. I got bored and started doodling. I drew a picture. I showed it to C. He almost asploded from trying not to laugh.

So for all the people who have said that I should post more drawings, here is a crappy scanned image of the drawing I did during the meeting today.

Ignore the robot. He is not plotting your destruction. Honest.

Alana

Cowboy fun!

I’m a huge fan of the comedy of Rob Paravonian, and his newest video is completely awesome.

Early Happy Mother’s Day! (Or late, if you’re British)

I would wait to post this on Sunday, but it’s just too cute to hold back. These aren’t my piggies. I just happened to find them on YouTube, and I think it’s one of the most hilariously adorable things I’ve seen in a long time. And it is perfect for Mother’s Day.

Alana

I’m an idiot at least 8 seconds every day.

I’m an idiot

If I ever needed proof that I am occasionally a complete idiot, I have my job to remind me. At my office, the copy machine is also a scanner, which you can use to email yourself (or someone else) pdf files of scanned pages. As part of my job, I scan forms and then rename them and format them, and send them off to other people. So I get up from my desk, walk 10 feet to
the copy room, scan the forms and then go back to my desk. Then there is the idiot moment. The moment when I look at my computer and think, “I have email? I was only away from my desk for a few seconds.” That thought is followed by, “Of course you have email, you idiot. It’s the stuff you just sent to yourself from the the copy machine.”

This happens every time. Thus, we have proof that I am an idiot.

Another bizarre dream

I have kind of a history of bizarre dreams.  Most of the time, they’re notable for the weird celebrity cameos.  (Robert Carlysle and Ed Mc Mahon on a bus.  Jon Stewart feeding cherry tomatoes to orangutans while Carol Channing sings "Henry the Eighth".  And a remote beach house occupied by Dick Cheyney and Mister Rodgers.)  But the one I had the other night had no celebrities.  Yet it ranks as one of my weirdest ever.

I was pulled in off the street into a dusty old building that looked condemned or at least long abandoned.  I was told that they needed more audience members for a pilot for a new game show that they were shooting inside.  I got inside and the set for the game show looked a lot like a university lecture hall.  There were two podiums at the front.  People from the audience were called up to the front and they had to fart in front of the contestants at the podiums and the contestants had to smell their farts and guess what they had been eating.

Even in the dream, I was thinking, "This is so stupid that not even Fox would buy this show."  But at the same time I was worried that they would call me out of the audience to go up and fart.  I kept wondering, "How am I supposed to fart on cue?"  In the end, I wasn’t called up.  The producer decided that they had enough footage to try to sell the show.  I was thinking, "Sitting here in the audience was deadly boring.  This’ll be just painfully dull to watch on tv."  Then I left and shortly thereafter, I woke up.

So yeah.  I had a dream about competitive fart sniffing.  That’s right up there on the bizarre list with Jon Stewart and the orangutans.

Alana