With all the frills upon it...

(Note: guessing origins of post titles from here on out will either earn you a hearty "You're right! Go you!" or, if you're in my vicinity, something slightly more tangible. Like, we'll snog, or something.)

I had lunch with Diana yesterday (please note: this is the Best. Picture. EVAR.), and she's all, "you should update your blog," and I'm all "yeah, I should *coughhackwheeze*" (cause I'm sick). So I went home, but then I went all Kung Fu Hustle on my room (there was no actual kung fu involved, I just wanted a good excuse to use the phrase), and then I went to work, and then I came home and went to bed. So, there was no blogging yesterday.

But today. Ohhh, today there will be bloggage. And it's all for Diana. Cause that picture makes her my hero.

First up, from the Donna is a Big Freakin' Nerd department: Are any of my gentle readers also Lost fans? If you're not, then get on the boat! (Or, beautiful tropical island with pretty pretty people, as the case may be.) If you are watching the show (go you!), you need to be reading Cleolinda's recaps. And please, for your safety, read them somewhere where you can express humor freely (read: not at work, or someplace quiet), because you could rupture something trying to hold in teh funny. I'm serious. Learn from my tragic example. *looks tragic*

(And then I got distracted in the middle of my post. For a Lost recap. For, like, an hour. Man, I am such a dork.)

Next up, Happy Easter everyone. Though it is not the actual reason behind the holiday, I will be enjoying much chocolatey goodness. Because I can. And, by the by, who decided that it's ok to eat the head of a furry woodland creature as long as he looks like a cartoon and is made out of chocolate?!? Mourn him as you enjoy his tasty goodness, for he is a sacrifice to spring! (And there's a good chance that I should lay off the cold medicine just a bit....)


Speaking of sacrifices, I'm thinking it's about time we pony up a virgin to get some good ol' sunshine. What? Why are you looking at me like that? I mean, let's think about it. Nowadays, as the modern upright thinkers we are, we have all kinds of science to understand what's going on with the weather. We look at the calendar, then look at the crap weather outside, and go "WTF?" But the weatherman says, "hey look, it's all *insert blather about cold fronts and weather systems*, and there's better coming around the corner, I swear, please put down that pointy stick."

But think about in the olden days (and I'm not just talking about Before the Internet), when ancient peoples didn't know jack about the weather. Fall comes, and there's a harvest. Let's hear it for food. But then winter comes, and it's all "where did the sun go?" So we have Christmas Solstice, a big party, as if to say, "Yeah, there's no sun, but it's cool, cause we've got fire and food! We're not panicked at all! Really!" Winter prattles along, and for those of us that know how the story ends, we know that spring, in that Circle of Life kind of way, will not be far behind. But, if you're our ancient ancestors, and you've had a couple weeks like we've had here in Ohio (the "Warmer, Warmer, Snow" scenario), you've gotta be thinking, "No really, guys, I think the sun is gone. Do you think if we gave it something, like, I dunno, a hot chick, it would come back?" So, to make a long History Channel-esque moment short(er), I think we need to sacrifice a virgin to bring back the sun.

It's a shame this is Bowling Green.