Friday, February 8, 2008

A conversation with a coworker in the kitchen

Me: *stares into vending machine with half-blank, half-pensive look, while singing under breath* Fish and chips and vinegar, vinegar, vinegar, fiiiiiish and chips and vinegarrrrr, pepper pepper pepper salt.
CC: Heya. How're you doing?
Me: *decides not to tell him I'm trying to figure out exactly how much junk food I can eat now and still have room to stuff myself with Korean barbeque tonight* Not bad. I have a silly song from Girl Scouts stuck in my head, though.
CC: ...It's not 'Baby Shark', is it?
Me, wide-eyed and astonished: No, but I TOtally KNOW that SONG. How, HOW do you know that song? *singing* Baby shark, doo doo, doo doo dedoo...
CC: *eyes downcast, resigned* I have a daughter.

It is SO COOL that the same stupid songs are getting taught to a new generation of Girl Scouts. Srsly. Freakin' cool.

It's easy to forget sometimes how much being a Girl Scout affected me, and helped make me who I am, for better and worse.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Heartless Bitches International

Well, I've submitted an application to Heartless Bitches -- I used to read the site in college, and then sort of forgot about it or wandered away or whatever, having read literally every single page the site contained or linked to. Some lovely snark to be found, and some good writing.

I really appreciate a good mocking. I wish I were better at dishing them out myself, but unfortunately the Ghost of Khan Past rises up, still in elementary school and terrified of all of her peers, and often strangles what I meant to say, or makes me stutter or blush. Darn her. Darn her to heck. Poor thing.

Sidebar: yes, Khan really is the name on my license. And I don't mind if people yell "Khaaaaaaan!!" at me as I walk by, but I reserve the right to insist that they shake their fist at the sky while doing so.