19 August 2009

Twit you

Hold the presses. Whoa, whoa, whoa. [Insert other "wait just a minute" phrase here.] I've done yet another thing this year that I never thought I would do. The first thing was renewing a lease. Did you know I've lived in 10 different houses/apartments in the last 7 years? Now you do. I'm proud of this NBDB. (That's Never Been Done Before, folks. Gosh, I really hate acronyms.) I'm sure my moving crew, i.e. friends and family, is relieved, too.

The other ... well, it's not that I'm not proud of it. It's just something I never thought I'd do. But more and more, I saw the appeal. So what I'm saying is ... I'm now a twit.

twitter.com/themollyjane


Don't judge me. (Or do. I guess I can't stop you.)

A good friend
has been attempting to convince me to start tweeting. I vehemently declined. Several months later, I finally decided to cave, but all the usernames I would have assumed under were already in use. Or just taken - if you're going to take a rad name like BiggieMolls, you need the mini blogs to back it up, sister. Gah. So I took this as an interweb-cosmos sign.

But for some reason, yesterday I felt the need to enter the world of tweets. Molly Jane was taken, so naturally I put "the" in front of it because you and I both know I am the ultimate MJ. Well, other than the late MJ. And then there's that one guy who used to play for the Bulls. I digress.

I haven't decided my game plan for the tweeting, yet. I mean, I'm a regular FB status updater, so I don't want to repeat everything on the Twitters. And I don't have a smart phone, so updates won't be in real-time. (Which is too bad for you guys because my life is awesome.) But I do think I'm going to use this venue as more of a "what I'm up to" in addition to using it as a space to share my scarily random thoughts.

So here I go. Holy social networking, Batman. We'll see how long this lasts.

06 August 2009

That extra oomph

What is it about that seemingly-irrelevant nudge we give ourselves to get something done? Like when I'm playing Mario Kart and I tilt my entire controller, or more like the entire upper-half of my body, in order to complete that sharp turn. Or when I stick my tongue out trying to get something from a shelf that's got a height advantage on me.

I don't have any light to shed on the situation. It just sprung into my head when I was using a public restroom at a Topeka grocery store. What makes me think that resting my toosh on the seat's front-half only and placing just my tippy toes on the floor are going to make the experience less germ-filled?

But enlighten me ... what's your extra oomph?

04 August 2009

Too far?

Sometimes, that's where I take things.

This evening I enjoyed the bi-monthly ... sometimes more ... company of some of my family members at dinner. While taking a gander at the extensive menu, I hollered across the table to my Dad to tell him that the Reuben Panini was pretty darn tasty. My stepmom interjected, with a very confused tone I might add, "A reuben-tini?" And thus my imagination flourished.

Ah yes. The reuben-tini. For those of us who don't get enough salt from a dirty martini, the reuben-tini employs the flawless combination of corned beef and sauerkraut - pureed to perfection. Sauerkraut is sprinkled on top, for aesthetic- and texture-purposes, of course. The beverage is finished with a Thousand Island dressing-rimmed glass.

And that, my friends, is taking things "too far." Feel free to vomit now.